Blood's runnin' down my face from where this guy's just bust me, my nose feels like it's split in half. Then this dame gets up an' strolls over to me - I reckon I am not lookin' quite so good.She says: 'Well for cryin' out loud.'Is this my big day or is it?She stands lookin' at me, sippin' champagne. 'So you're a big "G" man,' she says. 'Well, personally, if you hadn't got a lot comin' to you I would take a bust at you myself, you lousy, crawlin', gum-shoein' dick. ...

Shaun Aloysius O'Mara, intelligence agent for the British 'second bureau', has been ordered by his superiors to go to Paris to obtain information that will lead to the capture of the lone survivor of the Nazi espionage system.So when Shaun arrives in Paris he becomes a crude and shiftless drunkard and entangles himself with a clever and ruthless spy, Tanga de Sarieux, who is as brave as the men that surround her ...

Peter Cheyney is perhaps best known for his short stories and novels about agent/detective Lemmy Caution. Caution was first portrayed as a Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) agent, and in later stories as a private detective.Another popular creation was the private detective Slim Callaghan who also appeared in a series of novels and subsequent film adaptations. He was constructed as a British response to the more hardboiled detectives of American fiction such as Sam Spade and Phi...

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....

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.

It's wartime London. Inspector Gringall of the Yard, long-time friendly rival of private detective Slim Callaghan, sends Slim on a mission to meet Doria Varette, a torch singer at Ferdie's Place.Callaghan knows Gringall has something up his sleeve. And when, backstage, Doria asks him to take on a job - to find her boyfriend Lionel Wilbery, a poet with the wrong friends and a drug problem - Callaghan finds Gringall has more than a missing person in his sights.

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...

'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...

I do not propose to be Lemmy Caution of the F.B.I. on this job. No, sir. I have come over as Cyrus T. Hickory of the Transcontinental Detective Agency-a private dick-an' I will tell you why.Blood's runnin' down my face from where this guy's just bust me, my nose feels like it's split in half. Then this dame gets up an' strolls over to me - I reckon I am not lookin' quite so good.She says: 'Well for cryin' out loud.'Is this my big day or is it?She st...

“Say, Mr. Caution, don’t ya think I got swell legs? I just asked that big punk Gettzler for a raise an’ he says I’m goin’ bowlegged. I reckon he’s a lousy liar. What do you think?”Sadie has got the swellest legs in Chicago, an’ when she does her act at the theatre, hard-boiled guys rush off home just outa sheer nervous energy. She has also got sex appeal plus, but no brains. From the neck up she is as dead as a piece of frozen Eskimo.This is a classic shor...

I am thinkin' about Adolf Hitler. I am thinkin' that if it was not for this guy I would probably be kickin' around some swell place in the U.S. takin' things nice an' easy.Cara, Gayda, Pearl: three sizzling dames. Travis, Clemensky, Clansing: three desperate men. Add a set of secret papers. Bring in FBI man Lemmy Caution to recover the papers. Mix well and serve for another classic and fast-moving story of espionage, deception and double dealing.Lemmy Caution once ...

"Oklahoma Police Headquarters calling all cruisers, all Highway Police. . . .""Look out for Lemmy Caution who has to-day broken jail at Oklahoma city, after killing a guard and deputy-Sheriff."Last seen proceeding in the direction of the State line near Tahlequah. Is probably proceeding to Joplin. Be careful. This man is dangerous!"He is driving a dark green Ford V8 Sedan, with the near side driving window broken. The car is carrying Missouri State plates b...