Quayle, the master of a British spy ring in World War II, is faced with the task of dealing with a man who has come from Morocco with what he says is important information about German troops there. But is the man what he seems?Quayle puts his agents into action, not hesitating to risk their lives to discover the answer, but it is Quayle who ends up doing most of the work - and who is prepared to sacrifice everything for the cause of war.

A Secret Service thriller of double-cross and double double-cross! As exciting as only Cheyney can make it.The Second World War has just ended and the Secret Service discover that two lists of German war criminals have vanished. Peter Quayle is the head of the responsible department, and he is now tasked with the recovery of the lists. Instead of sharing the job with his usual agents he calls in a special group of people who operated behind enemy lines during the war....

'Some wise guy - Confucius or somebody - said there was nothin' like the truth, which is a thing that I believe in - sometimes. Anyhow, I am goin' to try this nothin' but the truth stuff on this dame I spoke to. What can I lose, anyway?'When Julia Wayles is kidnapped in the US and taken to England, FBI agent Lemmy Caution finds himself caught up in a tangled web of intrigue and international espionage. Julia is being held by two American mobsters, who may or may not be who...

Mario Zona, owner of the Silver Ring night club, was frightened. He thought he was going to be killed, so he called Rufus Gaunt, a private investigator.Meralda Grey, the beautiful night club singer; her fiancé Michel Lorimer; Zona's secretary Wolfe Lanel and the pretty cigarette girl Geraldine are all involved in this vintage Peter Cheyney story of murder in London's West End.* * *During the short period of fifteen years Peter Cheyney managed to wri...

Callaghan awoke and looked at the ceiling. His lips were dry and his tongue felt like a yellow plush sofa. Outside he could hear the rain pattering on the windows. He looked at his wrist-watch. It was eight o'clock.Vivacious Mrs. Riverton has hired Slim to find her missing stepson, whom she admits she hates.A dame has to have more than beauty and breeding to stop Slim Callaghan doing things his way. Mrs. Riverton has plenty of both, but when she begins to interfere...

LADIES and gentlemen, I present to you Vincente Maria Jesu Callao.The business of a personal introduction seems necessary because he was the spring— however unconscious— that set in movement the rather peculiar actions of most of the people concerned in the business of the Dark Wanton.A relatively uninteresting person, he becomes interesting, not for what he was, but rather for what he was not. Callao was born in Andalusia in 1913. There appeared to be some doubt about his pa...

A thriller set in the South Downs, about the fate of the daughters of a rich woman whose Will endangers them all.

Proceed with caution ... to Mexico ...... or at least Mexico as Lemmy Caution sees it: 'It's hot as hell. Away down the dirt road some guy's playin' one of them wailin' Mexican fandangles which give me that twilight feelin' ... maybe it'd be a relief to start dyin' ...?Across the road some guy in a funny hat is handin' out a spiel to a dame about what a great bullfighter he used to be. Maybe she's his wife. If she is, then all I can say is she's a bad picker ... Me, I'd hav...

The Second World War has just ended and the Secret Service has 'mislaid' two lists of German war criminals. Peter Everard Quayle is the head of the Department concerned and he was responsible for the compilation of the list. Instead of handing the job over to his agents he decides to call in a group of people who operated behind enemy lines during the war.Among them is Michael Frewin, Quayle's second-in-command, who appears to be a bit of a fop - but outward appearances are decepti...

Henrietta looked at Lemmy Caution with starry eyes. 'There's breakfast on the way,' she said, 'come on in.''Listen lady,' replied Lemmy. 'Maybe you ain't heard about me. I think I oughta warn you, I am not the sorta guy you ask around for breakfast, especially if you're good at makin' waffles.'Henrietta leaned against the doorpost. 'I was going to give you fried chicken,' she said, 'but I've decided against it - I've got a better idea.''Such as?''Such as waf...

If you have nerve enough to kill someone, you have nerve enough for anything.Three dazzling sisters are suspects in the murder of their own mother. If only Viola could have predicted the potential danger when she drafted the will - which prevented any of her daughters being married strictly for her fortune.But no case is too intriguing for shrewd detective Slim Callaghan, who stirs up seemingly calm waters in the tiny village of Alfriston, leaving chaos in his wake...

Some mug by the name of Confucius - who was a guy who was supposed to know his vegetables - once issued an edict that any time he saw a sap sittin' around bein' impervious to the weather an' anything else that was goin', an' lookin' like he had been hit in the kisser with a flat-iron, the said sap was suffering from woman trouble.I reckon Confucius musta been thinkin' of me.In his seventh adventure 'G' man Lemmy Caution is sent to investigate the murder of...