John Dickson Carr was a writer in the "Golden Age" of mysteries, and he was one of the best. In his books you will not find child molesters, serial killers with a taste for liver, or melancholy P.I.'s filled with two slugs of bourbon. Rather, you will find mysteries that are cleverly crafted and that above all else adhere to the rules of "fairplay". Carr was a stickler for playing fair with the reader; There are no secret passages, unknown poisons, or last-chapter appearances by unknown characters. All of the clues needed to solve the mystery are presented and with keen observation and perseverance the reader has every chance of doing so.

Though Carr was an American most of his books (especially the early ones) were set in England. He moved to England with his wife (her native country) in 1933 and they lived there for a number of years before moving back permanently to the states in 1965. While living in England in the 1930's Carr was invited to join the London Detection Club. Some of its members included Anthony Berkeley, Margery Allingham, G.K. Chesterton, E.C. Bentley, Dorothy L. Sayers, John Rhode, and Agatha Christie. Carr was one of only two Americans to have been a member. Carr was awarded an Edgar in 1950 by the Mystery writers of America for his Conan Doyle biography. He was also awarded the highest honor by the MWA in 1970; the title of Grand Master.

The Red Widow Murders is a modern mystery with a shuddering historic background. The scene is laid in Lord Mantling's mansion on Curzon Street, in a room called the Red Widow's Chamber. In 1802, a man had died there; in 1825, a girl; in 1870 and 1876, two gentlemen were mysteriously found dead. Then the room had been sealed up.

Now, many years later, eight men and a woman gathered around a table for a sinister experiment. Among them are Sir Henry Merrivale, the rumbling, grumbling, grand old man who has become one of our best-loved detectives; Lord Mantling of the flaming hair and booming voice; Guy Brixham, his brother, sardonic and uneasy behind his glasses; Ravelle, the blond Frenchman, smiling and debonair; little, inoffensive Bender. Which one of them would draw the Ace of Spades and be escorted into the Red Widow's Chamber? Is it a death trap? ...Poison? ... Or WHAT?