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Armchair Fiction presents extra large editions of classic mystery-crime double novels. The first novel is “Dangerous Lady” by Octavus Roy Cohen. Scott Henderson was a partner at a well-known banking firm. He was thirty years old and had never been in love—that is until he met Gail Barrie. Henderson fell hard and fast; but no sooner had he professed his love for the soon-to-be million-dollar heiress (and she for him) than Gail Barrie told him, in no uncertain terms, “I can’t marry you, Scott.” Within minutes, as if fate was putting an indelible exclamation point on the end of her sentence, Gail Barrie’s childhood girlfriend ended up murdered—shot through the heart with a .25 caliber pistol. A .25 caliber was a small gun, just the right size for the hand of a woman. And to make things worse, the evidence seemed to point toward Gail. But Scott Henderson wasn’t the kind of man to give up on the woman he loved—somehow, some way, he would prove her innocence. However, when two more corpses turned up, Henderson came to the grim realization that a mountain of deadly mystery was completely enshrouding the thing he loved best. The second novel is a true classic of nail-biting suspense, “One Hour Late” by another well-known mystery writer, William O’Farrell. The young girl down by the beach was going to mean a lot of trouble for the little community of Palisades City. Thelma was her name. Beautiful, blonde, and young (only sixteen), she attracted men the way honey attracts flies. She was “visiting” her landlord “cousin,” Lu Warren in his beachfront duplex. But in this case it seemed that flesh was thicker than blood. Dave Russell was another man who had caught her eye. As a commercial artist Dave could see the kid’s potential and that her youthful image was meant to be splashed onto a professional canvas in a most provocative way. Then there was the local cop, Tommy Riggs, who tried to patch his troubled marriage during the day, while dallying with Thelma at night. But all this didn’t add up to much more than the sordid exploits of another underage hussy on the make—until she turned up stone cold dead on a southern California beach.
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