Karen Leith’s novels of the East were read by millions, but she herself was a closed book to all. In a locked house with a Japanese garden in the heart of Greenwich Village, the lady author lived walled off from all contact with the West.
Now Karen Leith was dead, her murder as ugly as her writing was beautiful. Somewhere in her past lay a terrible secret — and Ellery Queen had to follow a baffling, blood-soaked trail of human shame and guilt to make the most startling discovery and capture of his career.
[1971 edition, written in 1936]