The great paperback era of the fifties produced dozens of private eyes. Peter Chambers was a man about town. These stories are filled with corpses and tall blondes stacked inside of gold party dresses. They are filled with guys like a gent named Max Keith brained by a gold candlestick in the study.
These are along the lines of classic who-done-it tales and are filled with dialogue and are very quick moving. Chambers cooperates with the local police, unusual for a private eye. He rushes about interviewing witnesses and putting clues together. All of these stories are good solid PI stories and you won't go wrong reading any of them. Don't expect noir or pulpiness, just good PI stories with mobsters and dames and a cynical detective.
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