"It's about that dame. I thought I oughta tell you. Somebody's bumped her."It's wartime London. Inspector Gringall of the Yard, long-time friendly rival of private detective Slim Callaghan, sends Slim on a mission to meet Doria Varette, a torch singer at Ferdie's Place.Callaghan knows Gringall has something up his sleeve. And when, backstage, Doria asks him to take on a job - to find her boyfriend Lionel Wilbery, a poet with the wrong friends and a drug problem - Callaghan finds Gringall has more than a missing person in his sights.It Couldn't Matter Less was originally published in 1941.'Peter Cheyney is the Damon Runyon of crime' The Times'Slim Callaghan's quick wit and knowledge of rough and tumble place him in the top ranks of private eyes. What a man!' New York Times

I am thinkin' about Adolf Hitler. I am thinkin' that if it was not for this guy I would probably be kickin' around some swell place in the U.S. takin' things nice an' easy.Cara, Gayda, Pearl: three sizzling dames. Travis, Clemensky, Clansing: three desperate men. Add a set of secret papers. Bring in FBI man Lemmy Caution to recover the papers. Mix well and serve for another classic and fast-moving story of espionage, deception and double dealing.Lemmy Caution once again steers his way round the bodies of dead men and beautiful, very much alive, women to a successful conclusion.You Can Always Duck was originally published in 1942.'Peter Cheyney is the Damon Runyon of crime' The Times

Kane looked at her appreciatively. 'I don't know whether anybody's ever told you, but you've got the swellest pair of legs I've ever seen,' he said. Valetta looked at him sideways along her dark eyelashes. He thought she was very beautiful; her mouth delicate, sensitive, almost tremulous. He could look at it for hours on end. It was that sort of mouth . . .'The British, once they take the gloves off - once they forget to play cricket, to be English gentlemen - they are the toughest things on earth,' says one German espionage agent to another in Dark Duet. And the trouble with Michael Kane, hero of this spy thriller, is that he never plays cricket with Nazi spies . . .Dark Duet was originally published in 1942.'Action as slick and fast as ever' Observer'Peter Cheyney is the Damon Runyon of crime' The Times

"Oklahoma Police Headquarters calling all cruisers, all Highway Police. . . .""Look out for Lemmy Caution who has to-day broken jail at Oklahoma city, after killing a guard and deputy-Sheriff."Last seen proceeding in the direction of the State line near Tahlequah. Is probably proceeding to Joplin. Be careful. This man is dangerous!"He is driving a dark green Ford V8 Sedan, with the near side driving window broken. The car is carrying Missouri State plates but these will probably be changed. Caution is armed. He is a killer."Caution was serving a twenty years' sentence for the shooting of an Oklahoma State policeman last year."Oklahoma Police Headquarters calling all police cruisers, all Highway Police. . . . Look out for this man. Warn garages between Tulsa and Tahlequah that he will probably need gas. Go get him boys! Go get him boys!"This Man is Dangerous was originally published in 1937.'Peter Cheyney is the Damon Runyon of...

I do not propose to be Lemmy Caution of the F.B.I. on this job. No, sir. I have come over as Cyrus T. Hickory of the Transcontinental Detective Agency-a private dick-an' I will tell you why.Blood's runnin' down my face from where this guy's just bust me, my nose feels like it's split in half. Then this dame gets up an' strolls over to me - I reckon I am not lookin' quite so good.She says: 'Well for cryin' out loud.'Is this my big day or is it?She stands lookin' at me, sippin' champagne. 'So you're a big "G" man,' she says. 'Well, personally, if you hadn't got a lot comin' to you I would take a bust at you myself, you lousy, crawlin', gum-shoein' dick. Have a drop of liquor, big boy.' She pours the contents of her glass over my face. It stings like hell, but I'm tellin' you it was good liquor./Another Lemmy Caution detective story, this time taking him to Paris, packed with chills, spills, action and dames.You'd Be Surprised was...

Callaghan awoke and looked at the ceiling. His lips were dry and his tongue felt like a yellow plush sofa. Outside he could hear the rain pattering on the windows. He looked at his wrist-watch. It was eight o'clock.Vivacious Mrs. Riverton has hired Slim to find her missing stepson, whom she admits she hates.A dame has to have more than beauty and breeding to stop Slim Callaghan doing things his way. Mrs. Riverton has plenty of both, but when she begins to interfere in Slim's search, things start to hot up.Slim's motto is: 'We get there somehow and who the hell cares'. The problem is that someone does . . .'Dangerous Curves was originally published in 1939.'Peter Cheyney is the Damon Runyon of crime' The Times'Slim Callaghan's quick wit and knowledge of rough and tumble place him in the top ranks of private eyes. What a man!' New York Times

If you go to the pleece or try any funny bisness little Cecilia will get her throte cut so now you know.Slim Callaghan, the British answer to an American hard boiled private detective, is arguably Peter Cheyney's greatest creation. Callaghan has delighted readers from his first appearance in 1938, and all his adventures are now happily back in print.No investigation is too audacious for Callaghan, who finds time, in Calling Mr. Callaghan and between the obligations of booze and broads, to solve twelve piquant mysteries. He is aided of course by the redoubtable Windemere Nikolls and loyal secretary Effie Thompson.Calling Mr. Callaghan was originally published in 1953.'Peter Cheyney is the Damon Runyon of crime' The Times'Slim Callaghan's quick wit and knowledge of rough and tumble place him in the top ranks of private eyes. What a man!' New York Times'A Peter Cheyney novel always tingles with life' Daily Sketch

I'll Say She Does! is the result of a promise I made to two brave officers in the Australian Forces. Lieut.-Commander Al Palmer, D.S.C., and Major Brooke Moore. I told them I would do a Lemmy Caution novel especially for them and prisoners of war. This is it.In his tenth and final adventure, set just after the end of the Second World War, Lemmy Caution is in Paris investigating the theft of secret State Department documents. In the opinion of his chief, however, Lemmy has fallen down on the assignment given to him - to trail two suspected enemy agents, one a Frenchwoman and one an American - and he is ordered to bring them in.The trail leads from Paris to England, and a thrilling conclusion in the Surrey countryside.'Peter Cheyney is the Damon Runyon of crime' The Times

'Proceed with caution . . . to Mexico . . .'Or as special agent Lemmy Caution sees it: 'It's hot as hell. Away down the dirt road some guy's playin' one of them wailin' Mexican fandangles which give me that twilight feelin' . . . maybe it'd be a relief to start dyin' . . .'Across the road some guy in a funny hat is handin' out a spiel to a dame about what a great bullfighter he used to be. Maybe she's his wife. If she is, then all I can say is she's a bad picker . . . Me, I'd have married the bull . . .'A Lemmy Caution adventure south of the borders, packed with chills, spills, action and dames.Don't Get Me Wrong was originally published in 1939.'Peter Cheyney is the Damon Runyon of crime' The Times

Effie said: 'You're expecting trouble?' She felt scared.Callaghan said: 'I've been expecting trouble all my life, Effie, and I usually get it.'Slim Callaghan, of Callaghan Investigations, the world famous detective and connoisseur of women, is at work again. Ruthless, tough, cynical, Slim was just getting wise to the game of Nicky Starata, an overly-smooth poker player, when he got involved in the mysterious Admiral Gardell case.No one asked Slim Callaghan to investigate - but they had to like it. A £40,000 insurance claim, two beautiful dames and possibly a fake suicide were at stake.Callaghan's motto was, 'We get there somehow and who the hell cares how'. He got there and got himself a client, eventually - an exquisitely lovely one . . .Sorry You've Been Troubled was originally published in 1942.'Peter Cheyney is the Damon Runyon of crime' The Times'Slim Callaghan's quick wit and knowledge of rough and tumble place him in the...