White for a Shroud

<p class=ql-align-justify>It was a blizzard. The wind lashing across Lake Superior buried the whole of the Upper Michigan peninsula beneath an avalanche of snow. It choked highways and ditches and streets blotting out railroads and isolating towns. And three times in two days it wove a shroud for-murder.</p><p class=ql-align-justify>Andrew Brant editor and owner of the Red Rock <em>Reporter</em> went out into the storm to check on a rumor that the local paper mill was going to close. Arriving at the mill he found its proprietor and his own best friend grizzled obstinate John Macfarlane prone upon the floor while the new assistant manager mysterious shifty Ralston Crane seemed suddenly to have vanished. Brant had his own ideas where Crane might have disappeared. It was not into thin air and the mystery of Crane's whereabouts was to catch up not only Brant and Macfarlane but also the latter's young wife Ella and pretty Carol Johnson of the <em>Reporter</em> staff in a whirlwind of suspicions hate blackmail and violence before it was at length dramatically unraveled.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><em>White for a Shroud</em> was published in 1947.</p><p><br></p>