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Alias J. J. Connington
When he wrote this book, the late Professor A. W. Stewart had already retired from academic life after a long career during which he held various University posts in London, Glasgow, and elsewhere. His chemical research work included, among many other matters, the discovery of the Tesla-luminescence spectra which opened up a new field in spectroscopy, and the recognition of the class of isobaric atoms to which uranium-239, neptunium, and plutonium belong. In addition to a series of books on advanced chemistry, he wrote-under the pseudonym J. J. Connington-a scientific thriller, Nordenholt's Million, a financial novel, and numerous detective stories. The present volume of essays shows yet ano...
Nordenholt's Million
In Nordenholt's Million, businessman Stanley Nordenholt goes on a mission to save the world from becoming a dystopian wasteland after the viral spread of a bacteria that renders farmlands barren. Sci-fi lovers will be thrilled by this precursor to today's sci-fi hits.
Common Sense Is All You Need
When Pickford's body was found hanging from a beam in his garage, Inspector Loxton was sure that it was a case of suicide following a series of financial and domestic worries. Then came the criminologist with his slogan, 'Common sense is all you need', and in ten minutes he upset the inspector's hypothesis. Further evidence pointed so clearly in one direction that the arrest and the conviction of the criminal seemed almost a matter of form. But both the Inspector and the expert are way off course, and it is left to the Chief Constable to clear up the mystery ... 'Mr Connington has the art of writing delightful detective novels' Baltimore Evening Sun
No Past Is Dead
It was not altogether surprising that Ambrose Brenthurst was found brutally murdered outside Fountain Court the night he had presided over the diner meeting of the 'Hernshaw Thirteen Club'. Many were the potential murderers - some of them guests at the diner. But when a second murder takes place it precipitates a crisis in which investigator Sir Clinton Driffield must penetrate a maze of conflicting evidence to spot the murderer.
Jack-in-the-Box
When recently exhumed church relics are stolen from a small English village the theft is quickly followed by four murders. The joint inheritance of a piece of property supplies a motive but the cause of death is mystery. Cue Sir Clinton Driffield, who investigates and makes an on-the-spot arrest of the culprits and their super-scientific death machine. 'J.J. Connington's stories are always attractive' Sunday Times
The Four Defences
An unidentified body is found in a blazing car. A man in the locality is missing. But the corpse in the car is not that of the missing man, though someone has made an uncommonly thorough job of faking it to seem so. And just because his unknown opponent had gone to such lengths to prevent an investigation going further, Detective Mark Brand aka The Counsellor's 'satiable curiosity' is up ... 'As a maker of watertight puzzles Mr Connington has no superior' Daily Mail
Truth Comes Limping
When two corpses are found in a small English village, all who have a go at solving the crime are completely baffled, and spur the local Chief Constable to investigating. Local gossip, blackmail and a family feud form the ingredients that point towards the perpetrator ... 'A top-notch murder yarn that is guaranteed to leave its readers baffled until the 11th hour' Boston Herald
Death at Swaythling Court
Hubbard made his money in blackmail, most detestable blackmail at that. A wealthy, lisping butterfly collector, there were no special regrets when he was found dead at his desk in his own home. Yet Colonel Sanderstead felt it his duty to probe the affair, since his nephew's best friends had very good reason to wish Hubbard dead. His investigation, as it turns out, would never have solved the case, but it leads to an amazing confession ...
