The Mystery of the Yellow Room
by:
Gaston Leroux (author)
How could a crime take place in a locked room which shows no sign of being entered? Nearly a century after its initial publication, Leroux's landmark tale of foul play, deception, and unbridled ambition remains a blueprint for the detective novel genre. This atmospheric thriller is still a...
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How could a crime take place in a locked room which shows no sign of being entered? Nearly a century after its initial publication, Leroux's landmark tale of foul play, deception, and unbridled ambition remains a blueprint for the detective novel genre. This atmospheric thriller is still a favorite of whodunit fans everywhere.
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Format: hardcover
ISBN:
9780008167035 (0008167036)
Publish date: 2018-08-08
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers (Australia) Pty Ltd
Pages no: 256
Edition language: English
Category:
Classics,
Academic,
European Literature,
Cultural,
Read For School,
Adult,
Mystery,
Detective,
Thriller,
Mystery Thriller,
Crime,
France,
French Literature
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