Sanford Embury refused his wife an allowance. He is found dead in bed. Was his wife a party to the murder? The clue that discovers the criminal is one of the strangest in police annals. Rasberry Jam will hold you spellbound until the surprising finale.
down and carried her off under their very noses! Didn't I, Firebrand?"
"The only way you could get me," agreed Eunice, saucily.
"Oh, I don't know!" and Embury smiled. "You weren't so desperately opposed."
"No; but she was undecided," said Aunt Abby; "why, for weeks before your engagement was announced, Eunice couldn't make up her mind for certain. There was Mason Elliott and Al Hendricks, both as determined as you were."
"I know it, Aunt. Good Lord, I guess I knew those boys all my life, and I knew all their love affairs as well as they knew all mine."
"You had others, then?" and Eunice opened her brown eyes in mock amazement.
"Rather! How could I know you were the dearest girl in the world if I had no one to compare you with?"
"Well, then I had a right to have other beaux."
"Of course you did! I never objected. But now, you're my wife, and though all the men in Christendom may admire you, you are not to give one of them a glance that belongs to me."
"No, sir; I won't," and
This is an enjoyable "locked room" type mystery, written in a whimsical style.
The detective Fleming Stone and his side-kick Fibsy work together to solve this "locked room" mystery. This book has it all - a locked room, an untraceable means of murder, a ghost, a medium and lots of motives. A good read