Tag Archives: Paula Vale

“For Every Evil Under the Sun…”

“Death in the Sun” a Geoffrey Lord tale The heat was oppressive that afternoon, cooking the sand and brazening the outstretched, squirming bodies such that they resembled brass sardines. One of the sardines, however, was outstretched but not squirming; the … Continue reading

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And Now for the Sequel…

Yes, indeed, my first sequel, this to “Color Scheme”…   “The Unhinged Man” “A puzzle for you, Mr. Lord,” said Alice Little, the famed poetess. The Puzzlers, that select and secretive organization, was having its monthly meeting. Geoffrey Lord, the … Continue reading

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Color Scheme

I’m not yet ready to post the story to which I referred before, but in the meantime… “Color Scheme” When Mr. Geoffrey Lord, of West 87th Street, New York City, was first asked to join one of the most illustrious … Continue reading

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Another Game of Wits

“Ruby Red” “Damn all dying clues!” (This from a policeman, viz. Lt. Christopher McKee of the NYPD, whose job it is to investigate said clues, or any clues.) “That’s one way to put it,” murmured Mr. Geoffrey Lord softly. “What’s … Continue reading

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“Thirteen at Dinner”

First of all–yes, I borrowed the title from the original American title of Christie’s Lord Edgware Dies. The plot, however, is far more Queenian, as you’ll tell if you read it… I hope you’re all interested; this is one of those … Continue reading

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