#1524: Made Up to Kill, a.k.a. Made Up for Murder (1940) by Kelley Roos


The first novel by husband-and-wife team Kelley Roos, Made Up to Kill (1940) was one of about 30 or 40 books I purchased from the now sadly-defunct Rue Morgue Press, who did such excellent work keeping Golden Age novels in print long before it was cool. And this debut sets the tone for (what I’ve read of) the series that would result very well: Jeff Troy and Haila Rogers — not yet married, that would come soon — stumble into a murder mystery by proximity and end up investigating the various Types who seem to exist within its boundaries. Narrator Haila is good for an eerie turn of phrase now and then, and happy-go-lucky Jeff will tend to bound around like a spaniel until almost accidentallying his way into the path of the murderer.

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#1479: Ghost of a Chance (1947) by Kelley Roos


One of the especially lovely things about having a blog is when someone discovers an old post and restarts a conversation from, like, eight years ago. It was a key reason I opted for blogging ahead of other online options, since everyone reads books at their own rate and should be able to discuss them when they’re ready (I, for instance, am months and years away from reading a book that you, dear reader, already absolutely love). So when a representative of Digital Parchment Services cropped up on an old post to let me know that reprints of the wonderfully witty Kelley Roos novels and novellas were in the works, well, I was delighted, to put it mildly.

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#1247: The Frightened Stiff (1942) by Kelley Roos

Frightened Stiff

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“I stood staring about the room, and the first disadvantage of living in a basement apartment occurred to me.  Jumping from a window would bring no release”. The much-missed Rue Morgue Press reprinted only four Jeff and Haila Troy novels from husband-and-wife team Kelley Roos. The Frightened Stiff (1942), the third, opens magnificently and wastes barely a word right up to THE END, so let me say this now: someone needs to reprint this series. Not a few selected titles as we’d likely get from the (excellent) American Mystery Classics range, but the whole kit and caboodle. Sure, some will be better than others, but I refuse to believe that they don’t deserve rediscovery.

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