Murder at Bridge

Bonnie Dundee stretched out a long and rather fine pair of legs regarding the pattern of his dark-blue socks with distinct satisfaction; then he rested his black head against the rich upholstery of an armchair not at all intended for his use.His cheerful blue eyes turned at last - but not too long a last - to the small upright figure seated at a typewriter desk in the corner of the office.\Good morning Penny\ he called out lazily and good-humoredly waited for the storm to break.\Miss Crain - to you!\ The flying fingers did not stop an instant but Dundee noticed with glee that the slim back stiffened even more rigidly and that there was a decided toss of the brown bobbed head. [...]Reprint of the detective novel originally published in 1931.