J. S. Fletcher's 'British Murder Mysteries - The J. S. Fletcher Collection' is a captivating anthology of classic detective fiction from the early 20th century. Known for his intricate plots and well-developed characters, Fletcher's writing style is reminiscent of the Golden Age of detective fiction, drawing comparisons to Agatha Christie and Arthur Conan Doyle. The collection includes a diverse range of mysteries set in various English locales, each with its own unique twist and suspenseful climax. Readers will be kept on the edge of their seats as they follow the brilliant detectives solving perplexing crimes in the tradition of the great British whodunits. As a prolific writer of over 200 novels and short stories, J. S. Fletcher's deep fascination with crime and human nature is evident in his mastery of the mystery genre. His keen observations of society and meticulous attention to detail shine through in his intricate narratives, making his stories both entertaining and intellectually stimulating. Fletcher's background as a journalist and historian informs his writing, adding depth and authenticity to his portrayal of the English countryside and urban settings. I highly recommend 'British Murder Mysteries - The J. S. Fletcher Collection' to fans of classic detective fiction and anyone looking for a well-crafted mystery that will keep them guessing until the final page. Fletcher's timeless tales of intrigue and suspense are sure to delight readers seeking a riveting glimpse into the world of early 20th-century British crime-solving.

Joseph Smith Fletcher (1863-1935) was a British journalist and crime fiction writer. This novel was originally published in 1922 as "Black Money."

- 'No living story-teller handles a mysterious crime more cleverly than J.S. Fletcher' THE TIMES. - First republication in the USA for almost a century. - J.S. Fletcher was a best-selling detective story novelist of the 'Golden Age of Crime'. - By the author of THE MIDDLE TEMPLE MURDER, 134 Amazon.com reviews, averaging 4.5 stars. Whilst touring the North of England in a chauffeur-driven Rolls-Royce, Salim Mazaroff and Mervyn Holt depart from the Great North Road at Marrasdale Moor and reach a solitary inn. Mazaroff mysteriously disappears while walking the moors alone. His dead body is discovered in Reiver's Den. Was it an accident, or was it murder? Where is the victim's money, rings and tie-pin? Who killed Salim Mazaroff? ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Joseph Smith Fletcher was a highly successful English novelist of the early twentieth-century and Yorkshire's most prolific author. An almost exact contemporary of Arthur Conan Doyle, he went on to become one of the leading exponents of crime-writing's 'Golden Age'. Among the characters he created were the clerical detective Reverend Francis Leggatt, vicar of Meddersly, the young newspaperman detective Frank Spargo and most famously of all, Ronald Camberwell, private investigator, who stared in an eleven book series. He rose top prominence for his crime novel THE MIDDLE TEMPLE MURDER ('One of the most enjoyable crime novels of its period... skilfully constructed' MARTIN EDWARDS) and due to President Woodrow Wilson's publicly-proclaimed admiration for his work. A native Yorkshireman, he also wrote extensively on the history and landscape of the northern England county, work for which he was made Fellow of the Royal Historical Society. His regional writing led him to being called 'the Yorkshire Hardy'. He died in 1935. PRAISE FOR J.S. FLETCHER: 'No living story-teller handles a mysterious crime more cleverly than J.S. Fletcher' THE TIMES; 'My favourite mystery writer' PRESIDENT WOODROW WILSON; 'J.S. Fletcher is one of the cleverest spinners of a detective yarn' THE SCOTSMAN; 'J. S. Fletcher's unravelling of a murder plot keeps the reader guessing all the time' EVENING STANDARD.

J. S. Fletcher (b. 1863, d. 1935) was a prolific British author and journalist. He wrote over 230 titles, both fiction and non fiction. He was one of foremost writers of detective fiction during the Golden Age of murder mystery novels.

British poet, journalist, and avid amateur historian Joseph Smith Fletcher went on to become one of the foremost figures in the genre of detective fiction in the early to mid-twentieth century. Set in a quiet community in the north of England, The Borough Treasurer is an enjoyable mystery that will keep even the most astute readers guessing.

A quaint and idyllic English community is rocked to its very core when a dead body is found and foul play is suspected. But with few clues to go on and no likely suspects, it appears that the brutal crime may remain unsolved.

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - On the southern edge of the populous parish of Paddington, in a parallelogram bounded by Oxford and Cambridge Terrace on the south, Praed Street on the north, and by Edgware Road on the east and Spring Street on the west, lies an assemblage of mean streets, the drab dulness of which forms a remarkable contrast to the pretentious architectural grandeurs of Sussex Square and Lancaster Gate, close by. In these streets the observant will always find all those evidences of depressing semi-poverty which are more evident in London than in any other English city. The houses look as if laughter was never heard within them. Where the window blinds are not torn, they are dirty; the folk who come out of the doors wear anxious and depressed faces. Such shops as are there are mainly kept for the sale of food of poor quality: the taverns at the corners are destitute of attraction or pretension. Whoever wanders into these streets finds their sordid shabbiness communicating itself: he escapes, cast down, wondering who the folk are who live in those grey, lifeless cages; what they do, what they think; how life strikes them. Even the very sparrows which fight in the gutters for garbage are less lively than London sparrows usually are; as for the children who sit about the doorsteps, they look as if the grass, the trees, the flowers, and the sunlight of the adjacent Kensington Gardens were as far away as the Desert of Gobi. Within this slice of the town, indeed, life is lived, as it were, in a stagnant backwash, which nothing and nobody can stir.