Patricia Moyes

"From the Agatha Award-winner for Lifetime Achievement: "An excellent detective novel in the best British tradition... superbly handled." -- Columbus Dispatch Scotland Yard's Henry Tibbett and his beloved Emmy have been traveling and are now headed back to England, where Henry is on the ferry out of Harwich. It's a trip Emmy's been looking forward to -- but her excitement flags when it becomes clear that the cabins are all spoken for, and she and...

"Wins my Oscar for the craftiest murder method cooked up (literally) this month "from the author of the classic mystery Dead Men Don't Ski ( Sunday Telegraph ). Rich, aristocratic, and at the heart of swinging London, "Pudge" Coombe-Peters has everything except a decent nickname. And in fact, he has two special attributes: He owns the narration -- the drawling, deliciously snobbish, all-but-impossibly irritating narration -- of Falling Star, and he...

"The classic mystery that introduces Inspector Henry Tibbett. "If you're hungry for a really good whodunit, you will welcome the debut of Patricia Moyes." - The New York Times Are you craving Christie? Yearning for a plot? Whimpering softly into your teacup about the days when one could count on a nice civilized, mannerly sort of murder, with a sleuth who was reasonably free of neuroses and substance addictions? Patricia Moyes to the rescue! In Dead...

Millionaire Lord Charlton altered his will in favor of his nephew, Simon Warwick, who had been adopted by American parents when his own were killed in World War II. When Lord Charlton dies, two men claiming to be Simon Warwick turn up in London to claim the estate. Then one is found dead, and Chief Superintendent Henry Tibbett is faced with a double mystery: Who is the murderer-and who is Simon Warwick?

"A nautical mystery turns Inspector Henry Tibbett's holiday into a working vacation-from "the author who put the 'who' back in whodunit" ( Chicago Daily News ). Poor Inspector Tibbett! Once again, he is attempting to have a nice vacation. And once again, Crime has a different idea. This time, Tibbett and his cheerful wife, Emmy, are lazing on a friend's yacht, tacking from one little English sea-town to the next, and it should all be delicious indolence...

"Tibbett takes to the slopes. "A good who-did-do-it mystery, a Swiss ski resort setting, vigorous, professional writing. For a long winter evening: ideal." - The Times If I were Scotland Yard, I might be that put-out with Henry Tibbett: He seems never to stay in England for more than about ten minutes, and he's always taking vacations! This time around, he and the ever-pleasant Emmy are holidaying in the Alps when a popular ski instructor gets it...

"A classic mystery "bubbling with humor, bursting with clues, and switching from petty misdemeanors on the home shores to intrigue and adventure abroad." - Sheffield Morning Telegraph As "Pudge" Coombe-Peters proved, Moyes had a gift for the kind of dreadful nicknames the British are so good at. This time around it's "Flutter" Byers, a small-time hood who gets himself killed in a seedy Soho pub (was there, ever, any other kind?). Byers consorted with...

"From the legendary mystery author of Dead Men Don't Ski. "One of the best recent publications of the fair-play puzzle at novel length." -- The New York Times Amazingly enough, Henry Tibbett is at work. Crime tends to catch him when he's on vacation, but this time around Henry's at a coppers' conference, an international effort intended to stop drug-smuggling. The conference is in Switzerland (for a Scotland Yard detective, Henry does manage to...

A bit of a delicious throwback, in many senses of the word. For starters, we have a weekend house party, that hallmark of Golden Age crime-fiction, and apparently still going strong in 1970, when this book was first published. The party is in honor of a certain Lady Balaclava, herself something of a hallmark of the Golden Age, and still, yes, going strong. Well, at least until midway through the festivities, when she keels over, having apparently...