To Death! Three stories of suspense and murder, fall guys and frames, and good women and bad.
The Fatal Footlights (1950) Match wits with Police-Dick Benson as he tries to trap the brazen murderer who killed golden Gilda before his eyes—on a burlesque runway. Chapter One – Curtains for the Cutie Chapter Two – Vanishing Bottle Chapter Three – Brazen Killer Chapter Four – An Eye for an Eye Chapter Five – The Lady Says “Die!”
The Woman’s Touch (1938) Never embroider on murder
And So To Death (1941) Ever had a nightmare—and dreamed you killed a man? And then did you ever wake up and find him dead? The gripping story of a man whose worst dreams came true. A short novel. Chapter I – The First Horror Chapter II – The Key Chapter III – Dead End Chapter IV – The Eighth Image Chapter V – Inquisition Chapter VI – There Was A Murder Chapter VII – Wrong Way Out Chapter VIII – The Candle Flame Chapter IX – Kill Me Again Chapter X – The Spark Went Out Chapter XI – Last Ordeal
Cornell Woolrich (1903-1968) is one of the most highly regarded writers of mystery and suspense of all of the writers from the pulp fiction era.
Under his pseudonym “William Irish”, Woolrich wrote the story It Had to Be Murder, published in Dime Detective Magazine (February 1942), which was the source of the 1954 Alfred Hitchcock movie Rear Window. François Truffaut filmed Woolrich’s The Bride Wore Black in 1968, and followed that the next year by filming Waltz into Darkness as Mississippi Mermaid.
Cornell Woolrich is widely regarded as the twentieth century’s finest writer of pure suspense fiction. The author of numerous classic novels and short stories (many of which were turned into classic films) such as Rear Window, The Bride Wore Black, The Night Has a Thousand Eyes, Waltz Into Darkness, and I Married a Dead Man, Woolrich began his career in the 1920s writing mainstream novels that won him comparisons to F. Scott Fitzgerald. The bulk of his best-known work, however, was written in the field of crime fiction, often appearing serialized in pulp magazines or as paperback novels. Because he was prolific, he found it necessary to publish under multiple pseudonyms, including "William Irish" and "George Hopley" [...] Woolrich lived a life as dark and emotionally tortured as any of his unfortunate characters and died, alone, in a seedy Manhattan hotel room following the amputation of a gangrenous leg. Upon his death, he left a bequest of one million dollars to Columbia University, to fund a scholarship for young writers.