by Mary Roberts Rinehart
I keep asking myself why Agatha Christie became a household name while Rinehart – an author quite similar to Christie – has faded into obscurity. I think the answer might be that Rinehart, unlike her British contemporary, never created a charismatic, recurring protagonist. Her books have no Poirot, no Miss Marple, no hero to capture the public’s fancy. At any rate, The Window at the White Cat is vintage fun from the American writer. One thing I’ve learned: It’s never safe to put out the lights and go to bed in a Rinehart mystery, because someone is always breaking into your house.
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