Herbert Brean

Freelance journalist/photographer Reynold Frame, hero of several other Brean titles, gets a middle-of-the-night call from a magazine editor telling him to be ready to board a plane for Maine at 10 a.m. Frame is excited because, although the story is being written by someone else, he hopes the assignment will enable him to prove his photographic skills. He's replacing a photographer of Russian descent who doesn't have the security clearance necessary for the job. Upon landing in Portland, Maine, Frame is met by Army Major Harry Geddes and driven to the town of Pethwick. From there they board a boat manned by elderly lobsterman Jonas Kilgore, who takes them twenty-four miles offshore to Kilgore Island, a desolate rock in the Atlantic he used to own. The island is presently owned by Dr. North Wayland, a bacteriologist--and skilled surgeon before a personal tragedy deprived him of the necessary steadiness--who worked for the government at Fort Detrick in Maryland during WWII. Wayland bought the island to continue his researches privately, albeit with governmental security provided by Major Geddes. Dropped off by Jonas at Kilgore Island, Frame meets Wayland, his research staff, the magazine writer, and Wayland's housekeeper and her peculiar son. After dinner, Wayland takes Frame to visit his laboratory and show him what he'll be photographing. Everyone's curiosity is aroused because the scientist has been secretive about some work he's been doing on his own. They know only that it involves a biological warfare agent. Leaving Frame in the lab, Wayland goes off to retrieve something he wants to show the photographer. A moment later Frame hears some sort of hubbub. When he investigates, he finds the scientist dead--stabbed--and with broken Petri dishes and bits of agar scattered around his body. Frame alerts the others, and Major Geddes decides he's the prime suspect. What follows is both detective story and thriller, as Frame tries to determine the identity of the real murderer and the isolated group on the island try to survive in the wake of what might be an outbreak of a deadly biological agent set loose during the murder. Though it lacks the impossible crimes of Brean's excellent Wilders Walk Away and the eerie atmospheric touches of Hardly A Man Is Now Alive, The Clock Strikes Thirteen is recommended to mystery readers who like their puzzles mixed with action and high-tension suspense. Reply With Quote

She fought for control of herself. Her hands clenched tightly as she stared out the window, then Constance Wilder turned to face him. "But Ellen left for Aunt Cora's over an hour ago." "The fact remains," repeated Reynold Frame, "that she never arrived. . . It was said around town that no one in the Wilder family ever died of old age. They simply disappeared. Now it looked as thought it had happend again. But when Reynold Frame, a young writer, stumbles across a fresh grave, further investigation proves it to be that of the missing girl. What did it mean? Was the entire Wilder family marked for MURDER?

Merrilee is a most beleaguered movie star crossing the Atlantic on the same liner as the narrator. Seems somebody is trying to drive her crazy and their methods include murder. She has ESP and has always suspected she might be a trifle tetched. The narrator, and a good many of the men on board, would do anything to save that beautiful body, but with Brean's active plotting they also save her mind. And that's what this is -- undemanding commercial escape reading for people who need to.

William Deacon mysteries #1 Brill Brillhart, the songwriter, was known as the biggest heel to hit New York in four decades. So the report of his murder was no disappointment. But it was disconcerting when gossip columnists daily recorded his activities: escorting beautiful women to Manhattan's most glamorous nightclubs, writing songs, and otherwise behaving as a person very much alive. Crack magazine writer William Deacon set out to unravel the mystery and quickly discovered that he, Deacon, had his own problems about staying alive.