Word: dead
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...allows them, the two are married, thus laying themselves open to prosecution for bigamy. Of course the wayward husband eventually returns. In an attempt to blackmail Michael, who is by this time a prosperous novelist, the scoundrel's insolence leads to a scuffle and he falls dead of a heart attack. Still seeking the highest moral good, Michael and Mary decide to conceal the truth of the incident from the courts for their son's sake. A decade later, when Michael explains the whole history to the boy and informs him that he is a bastard...
...South Manchester, Conn., Mary Keating, widow, sat in her window for two days while neighbors passed by and nodded to her. One of them, more observant than the rest, entered, found the Widow Keating, her feet in the oven, dead...
...with an aggressive young Scottish engineer. They set out to cross Dukesmoor together in a thick fog. From the window of the moorland house a face watches them menacingly. Through the fog comes faintly the tolling of a bell-a convict has escaped! At Oakmere Pool lies the dead body of a man, stripped to his underclothes. . . . Thus this thriller, in the somewhat old-fashioned English manner: plenty of atmosphere and a well-defined trail, with the red herrings a little brightly colored. Two characters stand out with pleasant eccentricity: old Mr. Hubbleby, who spends the daylight hours...
...reporters playing bridge in the office late at night comes Chief of Detectives Crewe, looking for his old friend Sands, a better detective than reporter. There has been a murder, and a queer one. The dead man sits at his dining room table, lashed to his chair; breakfast has been laid for four, but nobody has touched it; everywhere is the thick stink of nicotine. The setting is melodramatic, but the action is confused, realistic: the policemen, the loudmouthed, lowbrowed coroner, the witnesses at the inquest, are photographically true to type. The satire on things political, policial, is at times...
...bearded man, dressed only in pajamas, was found stretched on the pavement of London's Horse Guards Parade, it seemed a fairly simple matter to identify him. But it soon turned out that: his beard was false, a patch of his left eyebrow shaved; he had been dead six hours, though he was seen alive only an hour before his body was found; he had been killed by a blow on the head, and shot afterwards. The finding of the murderer is a comparatively simple matter after it is proved who was murdered. Five detectives, professional and amateur, work...