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Harry Stephen Keeler

"My guiltiest pleasure is Harry Stephen Keeler. He may been the greatest bad writer America has ever produced. Or perhaps the worst great writer. I do not know. There are few faults you can accuse him of that he is not guilty of. But I love him." -- Neil Gaiman

It all began with a mysterious black satchel stitched closed with silver wire. Mrs. Matilda Hunter, Jerry Evans’ landlady, finds the satchel and leaves it in his room -- and then is heinously murdered. Before long, Jerry finds out about the contents of the satchel -- a device known as the Michaux Death Ray -- and he's off on an odyssey!

Wildside Press

The Tuddleton Trotter Mysteries

The Matilda Hunter Murder

Hazel Goodwin Keeler

"My guiltiest pleasure is Harry Stephen Keeler. He may been the greatest bad writer America has ever produced. Or perhaps the worst great writer. I do not know. There are few faults you can accuse him of that he is not guilty of. But I love him." -- Neil Gaiman

It wasn’t fair! Just because Joe "Zicky" Czeszczicki had the misfortune to hire as his lawyer, 'Golden-Tongue' Winfrock, who died right before the trial, Joe was slated to die in 48 hours! There's no way a man accused of murdering a State's Attorney could beat those kinds of odds. But Joe didn't know about Crystal Armswayne of London and how she would figure into his life -- and he knew even less about Tuddleton T. Trotter, ingenious author of Mathematics versus Crime. All of these threads -- and more -- come together in a masterwork of webworkian logic! [Note: This is the longer, British version of the book. ]

The Case of the Barking Clock

"My guiltiest pleasure is Harry Stephen Keeler. He may been the greatest bad writer America has ever produced. Or perhaps the worst great writer. I do not know. There are few faults you can accuse him of that he is not guilty of. But I love him." -- Neil Gaiman

Sheriff Lafe Whitecotton has a problem: sleepwalking Whisperwell Jenkins has stolen and burned some important evidence -- as well as $500 in cold cash! -- from his office and now everyone blames him for just about everything. Throw in a mysterious letter that claims that a book called THE CHINESE CHARACTER holds the clue to a murder and a doddering old detective named Tuddleton Trotter and you have the makings of one of the goldangdest Keeler novels that never made it to print! How Lafe and Tuddleton band together to solve this case is a tale only webworking Harry Stephen Keeler could have devised.

The Trap