The house at 60 Caithness Road looks like all the other dwellings in the Hammersmith district of London. When a doctor's bag containing deadly cultures is stolen, residents of this non-descript house fall victim to horrible diseases. Inspect Humphrey Bull of Scotland Yard is stymied in his efforts to identify the murderer but enter the nervous and feisty Mr. Evan Pinkerton. This little gray Welshman comes to the rescue of an intended victim while amazing the officers of C.I.D.

Original Title The By-pass Murder.

First edition bound in red cloth with black lettering and front pictorial endpapers. A VG copy in a Good dust jacket. The book has mild dust soiling and a slight spine lean. Small rubs to the spine tips and to the outer corners. The dust jacket is a Grosset & Dunlap DJ which retitles the book Mr. Pinkerton Solves the Eel Pie Murders. Soiling and tanning to the DJ's spine and panels. Chips to the outer corners and to the head and heel of the spine. The G&D dust jacket usues the same front panel illustration as the original, but the rear panel has a list of G&D titles for sale.

Also published as The Body in the Turl The famous little rabbity blunderer is the accused this time. An unusual mystery story against a vivid background of life in Oxford among the dons.

Also published as Arsenic in Richmond Rabbity Mr Pinkerton is quite sure many deaths are murders unsuspected by Scotland Yard. To prove his point to his friend Inspector Bull he investigates, in his timidly courageous way, the death of Mrs Ripley, who hated her family almost as much as they hated her. The trouble with discovering a murderer, of course, is that the murderer also discovers you, as Mr Pinkerton finds out.

Originally published in 1934. (From back of the paperback reprinted in 1963) Also published as The Body In Bedford Square. It continues the series involving Mr. Pinkerton, average grey man, and Inspector Bull of Scotland Yard. Carlotta Rathbone was awfully elegant, dreadfully chic and terribly dead- as Mr. Pinkerton discovered when he stumbled over her body in a dimly lighted London street Her friends were bought; her enemies were legion, and paramount among them was Archibald Biddle, a social-climbing novelist who had used Carlotta and then tried to drop her. Biddle was Scotland Yard's prime suspect- until he panicked and began to tell too much about London's international set. Then the killer struck again...

Mr Pinkerton discovers that murder takes no holiday! That timid detective manqué, Evan Pinkerton, is in Brighton for the first time in fifteen years to enjoy the seashore. What he gets is foul weather—and foul play at the Royal Pavilion, where someone, probably part of her household sticks a knife in the odious, yet very wealthy, Mrs. Isom. Coincidentally Inspector Bull is in Brighton at the time the murder takes place. Once he finds out what “take it on the lam” means, Mr. Pinkerton takes it, loses his clothes, and finally has to admit he was on the scene when the murder took place. \—— Title also published as The Guilt Is Plain

Mr. Pinkerton encounters a devilish case of murder. The Old Angel was everything an old English inn should be, with its ancient beams, gleaming copper bed-warmers, pewter tankards and platters heaped high with red roast beef. But then, as Mr. Pinkerton quickly discovered, the Old Angel also harbored some less homey items. Such as a frightened young girl, a series of secret passageways - and a most unpleasant Knight who was suddenly killed in a most unsavory way. The next thing he knew, Mr. Pinkerton was mixed up in a mystery that threatened not only his honor - but his life. \—— Title also published as Mr. Pinkerton and the Old Angel.

"Suppose you were taking a walk in the dense fog of a London afternoon. Suppose a beautiful girl came running desperately toward you, the sound of her pursuers echoing close behind her. Sinner on saint? Not Mr. Pinkerton! \`In here quick!' he whispered. And then it all began—the corpse with the knife in his back, the disappearance of the fabulous Hawtrey diamond, the strange events in the sinister house of Portman Square. It was a case for Inspector Bull of Scotland Yard and he solved it brilliantly-with the help of Mr. Pinkerton, of course. This is a mystery with the impact of a pistol shot, by an author who knows how to deliver thrills and chills the way you like them.

The old house was truly one of a kind—overflowing with atmosphere, dripping with character, and loaded with history. That history included tales of betrayed love and bitter vengeance, but Mr. Pinkerton found that such stories only added to the mansion's appeal. That appeal held a certain romance until the night when ghosts of hatred and violence rose to sweep again through darkened hallways, trailing black scandal—and bloody, brutal murder. As it had happened so often before, Mr. Pinkerton, a mild man with watery eyes, finds himself embroiled again with murderous forces. It’s been twelve years since we’ve heard of Mr. Evan Pinkerton, the little, timid man who seems to attract trouble, and continually harasses Inspector Bull of Scotland Yard. They’re back now in Homicide House. The story is laid in postwar London, and Mr. Pinkerton is living at No. 4 Godolphin Square. Despite the fact that he owns the apartment house, he shares meagre quarters on the top floor with the chef. Years of living with the penny-pinching Mrs. Pinkerton (now fortunately deceased) have accustomed him to discomfort, and Mr. Pinkerton is quite happy living where he is. One day a young American comes swinging along the Square. He attracts Mr. Pinkerton’s attention when he stops in front of No. 22, directly across from No. 4, and now a shell of a house with only a stairway leading nowhere. The American is so obviously distressed at the sight of the bombed-out house, that Mr. Pinkerton breaks a habit of longstanding and speaks to him. When the stranger tells him he is looking for a girl whom he met six years before in an air-raid shelter, and that he knows only that she lived at No. 22 Godolphin Square, Mr. Pinkerton comforts him by revealing that she is living quite safely at the very house in which he himself has rooms. It takes only one more innocent question to start in motion a train of singularly unpleasant events, and the stranger and Mr. Pinkerton find themselves in the midst of violence and murder. — Title also published as Murder On the Square.