Our country clubhouse, The Whispering Pines, was closed for the year. He
considered driving in to put an end to my dissatisfaction in a violent
carouse. He suddenly noticed a faint trail of smoke rising from the
chimneys he had personally sealed, locked, and barred. After looking
into it, he sees his sister's fiancée run out of the building in tears
and discovers her dead body upstairs. Fans of traditional detective
fiction shouldn't miss "The House of the Whispering Pines," the third
novel in Green's Caleb Sweetwater-starring detective series, which is a
page-turner loaded with suspense. He did not fear an assault; I was
afraid of something else. It was there, in the chamber, which, as he had
already mentioned, seemed to be completely vacant. Why remain here like
a gaby in the dark when there were still passageways to explore?