Some people go to the beach for their vacations, others go to the mountains. Jessie Warren’s Aunt Isabel preferred checking herself into the hospital where she thoroughly enjoyed a spot of bad health, although the doctors were at a loss to spot any cause. As usual, Jessie and her sister tossed to see who would accompany Aunt Isabel to the hospital—and, as usual, Jessie lost. Jessie’s mother pointed out that pampering her rich aunt might do her some good in the future, even if it means that Jessie has to miss a date or two with some promising beaux.

Aunt Isabel insists on staying in her favorite room, which means that the current patient has to be dispossessed. And when that man’s black wallet turns up missing, just about everyone joins in the hunt. That’s about the time someone decided to start killing blondes. For the first time in her life Jessie’s glad to have her bright red hair, even if a certain doctor—who doesn’t have the money or the looks of her other beaux—enjoys making fun of those flaming locks. But after Jessie stumbles across a couple of bodies and starts snooping around, the murderer figures the time has come to switch from blondes to redheads. First published in 1940, Black Corridors is the Littles at their wackiest best.

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