“Slow and steady wins the case” as a dedicated London policeman puzzles through a fatal fall, a financial mystery, and an eccentric family’s many secrets (Kirkus Reviews). Miss Penelope Blow’s fatal fall from her bedroom window would seem like a tragic accident, if it weren’t for Penelope’s multiple visits to Scotland Yard before her death, trying to get in touch with Inspector Littlejohn. Now, before he ever had a chance to talk to the woman, he’s driven to look deeper into a case that may very well be murder—with no cooperation from Penelope’s wealthy, secretive, and thoroughly odd family . . . “As is often the case in Bellairs’ novels, his prose is often very wryly amusing. . . . One of his most readable tales, offering an interesting mix of characters and a satisfying puzzle to solve.” —Mysteries Ahoy

The mayor of a seaside town is murdered, and a London police detective must sort through motives both political and personal . . . Thanks to its mayor, Sir Gideon Ware, the quiet harbor town of Westcombe has turned into a crowded and rather garish seaside destination where visitors can come to escape the stress of wartime. When Ware collapses at a lavish luncheon, felled by strychnine, Inspector Littlejohn must travel from London to solve the seemingly inexplicable murder. Ware was surrounded by local bigwigs at his table—but that’s just the beginning of the suspect list, as Littlejohn untangles the rivalries, resentments, and corrupt dealings that permeate this picturesque but troubled community . . . Praise for the Inspector Littlejohn mysteries “Assured prose, well-drawn characters, and the atmosphere of 1940s wartime England . . . well worth the reader’s time.” —Publishers Weekly “Everything is quite comparable in tone to a really good Simenon.” —The New York Times “Dryly ceremonious wit [that] shines from the very first page.” —Kirkus Reviews

When a remote farm is visited by a killer, Chief Superintendent Littlejohn must uncover the secrets of a tight-lipped clan in this British mystery. When police investigate a fire at Harry Quill’s desolate farm, they find the owner dead and his invalid wife unconscious. Mrs. Quill had apparently started the fire as a call for help. Already investigating a criminal gang raiding isolated farms, Littlejohn and Inspector Cromwell are on the case. But the gang was just arrested in Northern Scotland. Surely, they cannot be involved? The Quill family is old and widespread, a closed shop to all except its own, who keep its many secrets among themselves. They are headed by Aunt Clara, a formidable matron who rules by fear. To get to the truth of who killed Harry, Littlejohn must engage in a battle of wits with Claraand her crafty coven of lawyers.

Two separate murders put CI Littlejohn on a devious killer’s twisting path in this long-running British mystery series. Finlo Crennell, the former harbourmaster of Castletown, was reported missing one week ago. Now he’s turned up in London, wandering the streets and suffering from amnesia. He has no recollection of where he’s been or how he got here from the Isle of Man. When Chief Inspector Littlejohn is asked to escort the man home, he assumes the job will be quick and painless. But less than twenty-four hours later, Crennell is found brutally murdered. Littlejohn assumes the case and soon has a second murder to investigate. A bankrupt farmer, Charlie Cribbin, was killed in the same manner as Crennell. Could the two men be connected? And what happened to Crennell during the week he was missing? Littlejohn must connect the dots if he has any hope of tracking down the killer before he strikes again.

Things get murky when a ferry captain is found dead in the water in this mystery starring Inspector Littlejohn, “the model of a calm, rational policeman” (Publishers Weekly). After a ferry to Falbright carrying forty people runs aground, the skipper is nowhere to be found. When the ferry pilot is discovered under a pier with a knife in his back, Inspector Littlejohn is called in. But he and Sergeant Cromwell are struggling to find clues. Some of the villagers seem to be going out of their way to mislead the police, and there are secrets dating back to the war that need to be unearthed or the entire investigation could be sunk . . . “When you get a George Bellairs story you get something worth reading.” —Norfolk Ledger-Dispatch

The disappearance of a reclusive widower sends Detective Littlejohn on a far-flung hunt for a killer in this classic British mystery. It was meant to be a fool-proof scheme. The victim was someone who wouldn’t be missed, yet even the most meticulous criminals can make mistakes. When questions about a minor case of fraud lead to a missing persons case, the local bank’s chief inspector calls in Detective Littlejohn to investigate. It seems that a bank customer has disappeared just after withdrawing a large sum of money. The only clue to his whereabouts is a note on his front door saying he’d gone abroad. But when they discover the man’s brother had been murdered, Littlejohn realizes something sinister is afoot.

A British detective goes undercover in the South of France to investigate a suspicious death in this twisting mystery. A British ministry official wants Inspector Littlejohn to look into the death of his brother and sister-in-law who were killed in an automobile accident outside a small village in southern France. Though the French police ruled it an accident, the official isn’t satisfied. Something seems wrong. With no jurisdiction in Provence, Littlejohn must investigate unofficially. So, he and his wife decide to vacation in the area. Soon witnesses start disappearing, the couple discovers they’re being followed, and the local marquis tells Littlejohn that it may be time to go back home. But the detective isn’t going anywhere until he solves the deadly mystery that reaches back to a shooting incident from before World War II.

A church elder is the life of the party—but not for long—in this English village mystery by the author of the Inspector Littlejohn mysteries. Zion Chapel’s annual anniversary tea party is an opportunity for the typically stuffy and sanctimo-nious Alderman Harbuttle to loosen up, and this year he’s unexpectedly rowdy. After a lot of laughter and loud singing, he starts to lead the parishioners in a conga line through the winding corridors. But the festivities turn fatal, and Superintendent Nankivell of the local police is soon stir-ring up some sinful secrets. . . . Previously published as Turmoil in Zion Praise for George Bellairs’s mysteries “Excellent characterization.” —The New York Times “Wit [that] shines from the very first page.” —Kirkus Reviews “When you get a George Bellairs story you get something worth reading.” —Norfolk Ledger-Dispatch

A murder and a missing body interrupt a getaway in the south of France . . . Waldo and Averil Keelagher were looking forward to a holiday in the south of France in their new caravan. But delight turned to dismay when they discovered that Waldo’s unbearable stockbroking uncle would be joining them. Not long after their arrival on the Riviera, however, they’re relieved of their unwelcome guest when Waldo finds Uncle George dead in the wasteland of the Estérel. Panicking, Waldo and Averil pack the body into the back of their car and rush to the nearest police station in Cannes. But things really take a turn for the peculiar when, after reporting the crime, the couple heads back to the car to find it has been stolen—with George’s body still inside. Now, Superintendent Littlejohn, who happens to be on holiday nearby, finds himself caught up in one of his most complicated and unorthodox cases yet . . .

Scotland Yard takes on a murder case that may have international implications . . . During a police conference in Geneva, a detective named Alec Cling had been assigned to ensure the personal safety of the British minister of security. But Cling couldn’t even ensure his own safety. He’s been found dead in a car in the middle of a rose garden. And the car in question just happened to be hired by Superintendent Littlejohn. Littlejohn is assigned to the case in London and, for once, finds that he isn’t short of potential motives. The victim was a loner who seemed to hate everyone and everything, aside from children, old people, and dogs. Littlejohn is determined to crack this case before it becomes an international crisis, and sets off on a trail that leads him through a seedy hotel in Geneva, a mental clinic in the mountains, and an airport in London. Will he manage to head off disaster, or is this case simply too big for Littlejohn? This is a superb British mystery from an author acclaimed for the “jolly, civilized way in which he writes a detective story” (The New York Times).