The Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie (Pan, 1958 and 1963)

Here we have two versions of the same book, from the same publisher, but printed five years apart.  They provide proof that while things always change they don't necessarily improve.   First, the version from 1958:

 

THE SECRET ADVERSARY tells how two young people advertise for adventure and are caught in a whirlpool of international intrigue which almost costs them their lives.  A gay and exciting thriller!

 A woman, held at gunpoint, hands over documents to the mysterious figure in the foreground.  The cover doesn't tell you who the woman is, or what the documents are, but it certainly lets you know that what you're about to read is a crime thriller.

Next, the version published in 1963:

Two Innocents in search of adventure.

An Elusive Young Woman holder of a vital secret

A Faceless Man with a Blueprint for Anarchy

The woman being held at gunpoint has been replaced by a picture of a dark and gloomy mansion.  While the art isn't bad, the contents of the book could be anything: a Gothic romance, a collection of ghost stories, and traditional murder-in-a-country-house whodunnit.

At least Pan's copy writers had learned to write snappier blurbs for their back covers--albeit ones with really strange ways of using capital letters!

Headed for a Hearse by Jonathan Latimer (Pan, 1960)

More loot from my Lifeline Bookfair crime spree:

 

SIX DAYS

to go before Westland would go to the electric chair for the murder of his wife...

SIX DAYS

for him to sweat in the death cell--with a gangster and a fiend for company...

SIX DAYS

for private investigator William Crane to flirt with death and find the real killer...

Now this is an example of hard-boiled crime fiction.  Originally published in 1935 it is steeped in Depression cynicism, and filled with characters who are corrupt, cowardly and treacherous.   Innocence is vindicated--eventually--but it takes a lot of bribes and a sharp lawyer.  Oh, and some help from gangsters:

    Butch looked forbiddingly at Crane.  "Connors musta told you about us."
    "You bet he did."  Wind whipped the side curtains against the body of the car and whistled across the back seat.  "He said you boys could muscle your way into heaven and come out with a truckload of harps."
    This was a lie but it satisfied Butch.
    "Connors would have been all right," he said, "if he could of left the coppers alone.  It's OK to knock off a hood or so, but you oughta be careful about shootin' coppers.  It makes the judge mad, and sometimes he won't let ya fix the case."

(Page 110)

Out of the Past by Patricia Wentworth (Hodder, 1959)

I went to the Lifeline Bookfair this weekend, where I turned to crime.  Fortunately it was of the paperback kind:

 

A huge ugly old house, hordes of friends and relations--and a young man with information to sell and suppress.

A perfect setting for a murder--and for

MISS SILVER.

With a cover like this you'd certainly expect your detective to be more than a little hard boiled--drinking neat whiskey in his lonely office between romancing dangerous dames and fighting it out with toughs on the waterfront.  Instead the detective in this story is a retired Victorian governess with a fondness for knitting and Lord Tennyson.

Ah well, at least there's blackmail and murder to liven things up!

4000 Years Under the Sea by Philippe Diolé (Pan, 1957)

The fascinating pursuit of undersea archaeology has been much developed in recent years.  In this book Philippe Diolé , who wrote The Undersea Adventure, tells enthusiastically of 'free diving' experiences off the coasts of Southern France and North Africa.  He shows that the rewards are not won without a hard struggle.  A sunk ship laden with statues or wine-jars may be located; but it will be buried under a dozen feet of oozy mud.  A statue may be so encrusted with molluscs or overgrown with sea vegetation as to be unrecognisable.  To expose the walls of a Roman villa lying beneath the Mediterranean, divers worked four years, lifting first a top layer of sand, next a clay deposit thirty inches deep, and finally digging into pebbles and mud.  By linking the discoveries with history, M. Diolé gives fascinating information about seamanship, trade, wines and the spread of cultures in antiquity.

Double or Quits by Erle Stanley Gardner (Corgi, 1964)

Another book from the Lifeline Bookfair.  This one is a bit battered, but it's still readable:

 

QUIETLY

 it began : with a hunt for a missing secretary and some stolen jewels.

COMPLICATING

the issue : blackmail and murder

FASCINATING
it became : with a rich divorcee and a lonely widow

CLIMAX

was when Donald Lam took a long drink from a bottle of poisoned Scotch.

There's something wrong with the the corpse depicted on the cover.  Oh, he's ghastly enough (who expects a dead body to be decorative?) but his head looks flattened out and distorted somehow, as if it had been run over by the car whose wheel we see in the top of the illustration.  He wasn't, by the way.  The victim in this murder mystery died of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Dud cover illustrations aside, there's a little bonus in the back of the book--Corgi was running a crossword competition and offering cash prizes to the winners:

£5--that was quite a lot of money in 1964!

Barnabas, Quentin and the Magic Potion by Marilyn Ross (Paperback Library, 1971)

I got this at the "going out of business" sale of one of my favourite bookshops:

 

Barnabas predicts trouble for Collinwood when Nicholas Freeze, in whose antique shop Carolyn Stoddard works, discovers a centuries-old potion that promises eternal youth.  Soon after, Mr. Freeze's daughter Hazel tricked into taking the serum, dies.  Carolyn is grief-stricken over her friend's death.  Barnabas insists she stay on at the shop to watch Nicholas Freeze and his associates, one of whom Carolyn suspects is Quentin Collins, back at Collinwood in a disguise.

Then Carolyn sees Hazel's ghost.

She interprets this as a warning that Mr. Freeze has marked her for his next victim.  Barnabas still refuses to let her quit.

Has Barnabas made a fatal mistake by deliberately endangering Carolyn's life?  Or will his plan avenge Hazel's murder and put her spirit to rest?

Even the most dedicated fans of Dark Shadows have trouble deciding exactly what is and isn't canon.  That's not so surprising: the writers of the show made it up as they went along, and if they thought of something exciting that contradicted a previously established fact then the previously established fact got tossed out the window.  After all, they were writing for an ephemeral daily soap and who'd notice the contradictions (or even care if they did?)

So it's also not surprising that when somebody decided to commission a series of tie-in novels, they didn't take particular care to see that they conformed to the show.  What they did instead was give a brief description of Dark Shadows to a writer of Gothic romances who had never actually watched the series.  The results are ... interesting, let us say.  The names of most of the characters are the same as in the TV show (though some major characters have gone missing in action) but somehow their personalities are subtly wrong.  Their backstories differ from the backstories of the characters in the TV series and their physical descriptions certainly don't match!

After reading a few of them, I've come to the conclusion that the Dark Shadows novels exist in a parallel universe to the Dark Shadows TV series.  And yes, parallel universes are one of the things that are definitely canon in the Dark Shadows universe (along with time travel!)

(The cover photograph on this book is a still of Jonathan Frid in his role of Barnabas Collins.   Apart from that it doesn't really have anything to do with the story inside the book.)

The Murders on Fox Island by Margaret Page Hood (Dell, 1960)

 

They Called Her A Wanton,

the people of Fox Island, but Jeanne Marie was only young and full of high spirits.

Her constant teasing flirtations, with any man and even with his own brother, were meaningless--or so Jeanne Marie's husband told himself.

Until the night he found her lying on her bed in a flimsy nightgown.  Dead.  With his dead brother beside her.

And found himself the chief suspect for a double murder.

 As I read this one I kept wondering whether it was part of a series--the author kept making passing references to the personal life and history of her detective character.  And sure enough, a quick search of Google confirmed my suspicions.  Margaret Page Hood wrote a number of books starring Deputy Sheriff Gil Donan, of Fox Island, Maine.  Evidently Fox Island was one of those quiet little rural communities with a high murder rate.  They're oddly common in detective fiction!