Private detective Albert Campion hunts a serial killer in London's theatre district, in this crime novel from "the best of mystery writers" (The New Yorker).
One of the Golden Age of Detective Fiction's Four Queens of Crime
"Allingham has that rare gift in a novelist, the creation of characters so rich and so real that they stay with the reader forever."—Sara Paretsky
A spate of murders leaves Campion with only two baffling clues: a left-hand glove and a lizard-skin letter-case. These minimal leads, and a series of peculiar events, set the gentleman sleuth on a race against time that takes him from an odd museum of curiosities hidden in a quiet corner of London to a scrapyard in the East End.
Margery Allingham shows her dark edge in Hide My Eyes and evokes the sights, sounds, and inimitable atmosphere of 1950s London, once again proving herself "one of the finest "golden age" crime novelists" (Sunday Telegraph).
"Allingham's characters are three-dimensional flesh and blood, especially her villains."—Times Literary Supplement
