About This Book
"MY GOD! THE G.W.W.."
Those were the last words in Gilbert Shannon's diary. A fatal blow on the head ended the sentence for him—and McKee was faced with another unsolvable puzzle.
But what did the strange words mean?
A clod of earth that bloomed into a rare flower, a cancelled ticket to a summer resort sold to a man who never arrived, and the battered hat of a drunken derelict finally put McKee on the trail of the killer. Was it one of the very social ladies at Seers Lake? Or one of their husbands—or lovers? Proof was still lacking when the clever slayer struck again…
Those were the last words in Gilbert Shannon's diary. A fatal blow on the head ended the sentence for him—and McKee was faced with another unsolvable puzzle.
But what did the strange words mean?
A clod of earth that bloomed into a rare flower, a cancelled ticket to a summer resort sold to a man who never arrived, and the battered hat of a drunken derelict finally put McKee on the trail of the killer. Was it one of the very social ladies at Seers Lake? Or one of their husbands—or lovers? Proof was still lacking when the clever slayer struck again…