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Just a Corpse at Twilight
Leather Binding on Spine and Corners with Golden Leaf Printing on round Spine (extra customization on request like complete leather, Golden Screen printing in Front, Color Leather, Colored book etc.) Reprinted in 2022 with the help of original edition published long back [1955]. This book is printed in black & white, sewing binding for longer life, Printed on high quality Paper, re-sized as per Current standards, professionally processed without changing its contents. As these are old books, we processed each page manually and make them readable but in some cases some pages which are blur or missing or black spots. If it is multi volume set, then it is only single volume, if you wish to order a specific or all the volumes you may contact us. We expect that you will understand our compulsion in these books. We found this book important for the readers who want to know more about our old treasure so we brought it back to the shelves. Hope you will like it and give your comments and suggestions. - English, Pages 264. EXTRA 10 DAYS APART FROM THE NORMAL SHIPPING PERIOD WILL BE REQUIRED FOR LEATHER BOUND BOOKS. COMPLETE LEATHER WILL COST YOU EXTRA US$ 25 APART FROM THE LEATHER BOUND BOOKS. {FOLIO EDITION IS ALSO AVAILABLE.} Complete Just a corpse at twilight. 1955 Martin, Robert Lee, -
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February 22, 2026
There are a lot of authors who are good at characterization. The list is a bit smaller for those who can write interestingly about truly nice guys.
Robert Martin’s Jim Bennett is a real, decent human being who is also a 1950s private investigator. The mean streets he goes down are in and around Cleveland, and sometimes they aren’t streets at all; often they’re backroads. He is on loan from his agency to industrial insurance branch of the state of Ohio.
None of which, on the surface, is likely to excite hardboiled fans. But Bennett is hard-boiled enough, and world-weary enough to satisfy.
This time he wreaks firm but good-natured havoc on a small town where a man working as a ceramist had died of a heart attack. He had been receiving disability from the state for three years due to a lingering disorder. The state wants to perform an autopsy in case the coroner got it wrong. If the man had indeed died of the lung disease, his widow would get $10,000. But no one—not the sheriff, the mortician nor the coroner—wants to allow it. Then the widow herself is killed and someone takes a shot at Bennett on two separate occasions… and Bennett knows this is more than a simple insurance claim.
Martin cares about his characters, and you come to care about them, too, even with a rather pat epilogue. And of the couple of mysteries tied up together, well… one fooled me and one didn’t. That’s par for the course for this series, which deserves to be better known.
Robert Martin’s Jim Bennett is a real, decent human being who is also a 1950s private investigator. The mean streets he goes down are in and around Cleveland, and sometimes they aren’t streets at all; often they’re backroads. He is on loan from his agency to industrial insurance branch of the state of Ohio.
None of which, on the surface, is likely to excite hardboiled fans. But Bennett is hard-boiled enough, and world-weary enough to satisfy.
This time he wreaks firm but good-natured havoc on a small town where a man working as a ceramist had died of a heart attack. He had been receiving disability from the state for three years due to a lingering disorder. The state wants to perform an autopsy in case the coroner got it wrong. If the man had indeed died of the lung disease, his widow would get $10,000. But no one—not the sheriff, the mortician nor the coroner—wants to allow it. Then the widow herself is killed and someone takes a shot at Bennett on two separate occasions… and Bennett knows this is more than a simple insurance claim.
Martin cares about his characters, and you come to care about them, too, even with a rather pat epilogue. And of the couple of mysteries tied up together, well… one fooled me and one didn’t. That’s par for the course for this series, which deserves to be better known.
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