Stuart Palmer

“Those who have not already made the acquaintance of Hildegarde should make haste to do so, for she is one of the world’s shrewdest and most amusing detectives.”—The New York Times



Murder on Wheels “Hildegarde Withers belongs up near the head of the class in crime detection.”—The New York Times review of Murder on Wheels

Thick flakes of snow are falling on Fifth Avenue at twilight—and then the body of a young man suddenly falls among them, mysteriously out of the sky. Momentarily the wheels of traffic are halted, but other wheels spin relentlessly on—the wheels of death, the wheels on which bloody murder moves silently through Manhattan’s streets.
  Once again Miss Hildegarde Withers, the schoolteacher-detective, matches her wits against an unknown X, armed only with the precious gift of common sense and a cotton umbrella. One youth is dead, and his twin brother moves under a cloud. Then death rolls past again, like a swifter Juggernaut, while Miss Withers faces the problem of the Driverless Roadster, the Man Who Wore Two Neckties, and the Symptoms of Bathtub Hands. Murder on Wheels is a fast moving mystery, packed with thrills for the fan who likes to play detective.


The Cases of Hildegarde Withers Miss Hildegarde Withers, middle-aged school teacher and amateur sleuth, stars in five short stories by Stuart Palmer. Miss Withers, her odd hats, and her ever-present umbrella have been featured in seven motion pictures and seventeen full-length novels, which, like the shorts, are characterized by madcap stories of murder and brilliant deduction.

Included in this collection:
The Puzzle of the Scorned Woman (aka The Riddle of the Lady from Dubuque)
The Riddle of the Yellow Canary
A Fingerprint in Cobalt (aka The Riddle of the Blue Fingerprint)
The Riddle of the Doctor’s Double
Green Fire (aka The Riddle of the Green Ice)


Four Lost Ladies “Full of fun and delightful people. A really terrific plot.”—The Chicago Daily News
  No use to scream. No use at all. One of the proudest boasts of the Hotel Grandee was that its thousand rooms were all completely soundproof. She could shriek until she was blue in the face, but nobody would hear her. Nobody but the man who blocked her way to the door, to the phone.
  Love-starved Harriet Bascom was dressed for the occasion…unmentionables trimmed with Chantilly lace; the sheerest of dark, flattering nylons; a daringly décolleté gown with a Paris label. ... It was her armor. She was dressed to kill but instead—someone killed her! And she was only the first victim in Four Lost Ladies.

“An exciting novel, fully up to the best Withers performance.”—August Derleth
“A hair-raising adventure.”—The Springfield Republican


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