A Drink Before Dying
Walter climbed into the car and sat behind the wheel, next to Marcia. "Feeling better, baby?"
"Some."
"A drink will help you."
"I'll try." She raised the rye to her lips, gasped a little, but swallowed none.
He took it from her and drank deeply. He finished the contents and tossed the bottle out of the window. It broke with a crash on the stony road.
"Kiss me, baby."
She put her lips to his and kept them there for a long time, then lowered him over the steering wheel. He'd sleep for hours from the veronal she had poured into the bottle of rye.
In fact, if her plans worked out, he would never wake up ...
The captain at his best!"-Boston Globe
Blind or not, Captain Duncan Maclain saw through Marcia Filmore almost from the start. She was young, beautiful, and deadly-a criminal psychopath who would stop at nothing to protect her rich marriage. And so, when blackmailer Walter Crane turned up dead, it was only natural that Maclain should start feeling his way through the dark and devious maze that led to Marcia. But that lethal lady intended to protect herself-even if she had to kill again . . . and again . . . and again...
"Sterling! . . . the most brilliant piece of work yet by this blind detective!"-Chicago Tribune
"Thrilling! . . . from the first page until the last!"
-Philadelphia Bulletin
"Different! Fascinating! . . . surprises you at every turn!"
-Chicago Daily News