There is nothing the Master so relishes as a crime that transcends the bounds of ordinary terror and suspense. Hitchcock's standards, after all, are high as a scaffold, and his eye is as sharp as a stiletto. Woe, therefore, to the storyteller who fails to chill to the bone.
Fortunately, Hitchcock has found fourteen authors worthy of his finest accolades. Here, assembled for the first time, are tales murderous in their intent... crafted to startle the unwary and terrify even the bold.
Revenge was never so sweet as the mouth-watering last meal Mom Roddenberry prepared for Jerl Brownlee in "The Confident Killer."
Edward loves Carlotta. Carlotta loves Rupert. Everyone, it seems, is dying of love in "Light o' Love."
Charles has found the perfect diet for Mary - but her loss may prove terminal in "A Weighty Promotion."
One killer. One visiting statesman. And for the agent charged with preventing an assassination along the parade route, there were only "Seven Million Suspects."
Heaven was heaven indeed, once Art Prentiss dreamed up the perfect revenge for the wife who killed him in "Heaven Is a Frame of Mind."
There is nothing the Master so relishes as a crime that transcends the bounds of ordinary terror and suspense. Hitchcock's standards, after all, are high as a scaffold, and his eye is as sharp as a stiletto. Woe, therefore, to the storyteller who fails to chill to the bone.
Fortunately, Hitchcock has found fourteen authors worthy of his finest accolades. Here, assembled for the first time, are tales murderous in their intent... crafted to startle the unwary and terrify even the bold.
Revenge was never so sweet as the mouth-watering last meal Mom Roddenberry prepared for Jerl Brownlee in "The Confident Killer."
Edward loves Carlotta. Carlotta loves Rupert. Everyone, it seems, is dying of love in "Light o' Love."
Charles has found the perfect diet for Mary - but her loss may prove terminal in "A Weighty Promotion."
One killer. One visiting statesman. And for the agent charged with preventing an assassination along the parade route, there were only "Seven Million Suspects."
Heaven was heaven indeed, once Art Prentiss dreamed up the perfect revenge for the wife who killed him in "Heaven Is a Frame of Mind."