Private detective Albert Campion hunts a serial killer in Londonâs theatre district, in this crime novel from âthe best of mystery writersâ (The New Yorker).
A spate of murders leaves Campion with only two baffling clues: a left-hand glove and a lizard-skin letter-case. These minimal leads, and a series of peculiar events, set the gentleman sleuth on a race against time that takes him from an odd museum of curiosities hidden in a quiet corner of London to a scrapyard in the East End.
Margery Allingham shows her dark edge in Hide My Eyes and evokes the sights, sounds, and inimitable atmosphere of 1950s London, once again proving herself âone of the finest âgolden ageâ crime novelistsâ (Sunday Telegraph).
âAllingham has that rare gift in a novelist, the creation of characters so rich and so real that they stay with the reader forever.â âSara Paretsky
âAllinghamâs characters are three-dimensional flesh and blood, especially her villains.â âTimes Literary Supplement
Private detective Albert Campion hunts a serial killer in Londonâs theatre district, in this crime novel from âthe best of mystery writersâ (The New Yorker).
A spate of murders leaves Campion with only two baffling clues: a left-hand glove and a lizard-skin letter-case. These minimal leads, and a series of peculiar events, set the gentleman sleuth on a race against time that takes him from an odd museum of curiosities hidden in a quiet corner of London to a scrapyard in the East End.
Margery Allingham shows her dark edge in Hide My Eyes and evokes the sights, sounds, and inimitable atmosphere of 1950s London, once again proving herself âone of the finest âgolden ageâ crime novelistsâ (Sunday Telegraph).
âAllingham has that rare gift in a novelist, the creation of characters so rich and so real that they stay with the reader forever.â âSara Paretsky
âAllinghamâs characters are three-dimensional flesh and blood, especially her villains.â âTimes Literary Supplement