THE HOUSE ON THE HILL A toy merry-go-round...an unused railraod ticket...anonymous notes.
It didn't make sense. But then, nothing did ever since Sylvia had come back to live in the house on the hill. Sylvia, who was always too rich and too beautiful to be believable.
Something had happened to Sylvia. This was not the assured, bold young girl who had left the town a few years before. Something had happened to make her deathly afraid. Haunted.
What was the danger she was running from? And what had she tried to tell her cousin, Cathy, before it was too late - much too late!
Mabel Seeley was born Mabel Hodnefield in Herman, Minnesota. Her family moved to St. Paul in 1920, and she attended Mechanic Arts High School. Her first book, The Listening House, was published in 1938. In 1941, she won the Mystery of the Year Award for her book The Chuckling Fingers. Over the course of her career, she wrote seven mysteries, all between 1938 and 1954, and all of them period pieces set in the Midwest.
Mabel Seeley really needs to be rediscovered. I've had to find her books at Abe, and eventually I'll get them all (she wasn't prolific). Her female narrators are just regular working women caught up in odd circumstances, but they show grit and end up figuring out the mysteries ahead of the rest of the cast. So far all of them have a strong feminist lean that surprises me for the times (1940s-50s) and a timeless style that feels really modern. Well, on to the next search for another of her books!
Found this book on the sidewalk and had one of those "everything happens for a reason" things. So I read it and it reminded me of the mystery books I read a lot as a kid: Three Investigators type stuff, but this is less for kids. Though I'm not sure I *enjoy* whodunnits I respect the hell out of what goes into fashioning them. It seems real tough. All the misdirection and pre-establishing of events to make things come out the way you want them. What a headache.