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Tom Kendall, a down-to-earth private detective, is asked to investigate the death of a young newspaper reporter. The evidence shows quite clearly that it was an accident: a simple, dreadful accident. That is the finding of the coroner and the local police. Furthermore, there were two witnesses. They saw the whole thing. But was it an accident, or was it something more sinister? Against a backdrop of a viral epidemic slowly spreading from Central America, a simple case soon places Kendall up against one of the largest drug companies in the country.

“Mr. Kendall, in the past few months there have been a number of doctors who have mysteriously disappeared, or whose deaths were either alleged to be accidents, or were suicides, or they were actually murdered.” Kendall made a mental note to find out about these "other doctors". “A number of doctors you said. How many are we talking about?” Mrs. Eaton thought for a few moments. “To my knowledge there have been at least eight cases in the past six months. There may be a whole lot more that I know nothing about.”

The name's Daniels, Jack Daniels - just like the whiskey you know. I'm a private detective. And I can't help butting my nose into other people's business. It's what I do. You get used to it. It becomes a way of life almost. After a while it comes natural to you, automatic, like breathing, or eating, although not quite as enjoyable. It's a habit that I just can't break. I just can't help it. But sometimes it can lead you into trouble....

Fritz Marschall knew that neither he, nor his friend, should really have been there. They, like many others before them, had been attracted to the lake by the many rumors that had been circulating. He thought of the endless stories there had been, of treasures sunken in or buried around the lake. He recalled the stories of the lake being used to develop torpedoes and rockets during the war. Looking out across the dark water, he wondered what secrets were hidden beneath the surface.

Whittaker passed the drinks over. “Anyway, it seems that he’s got himself into a bit of bother,” he continued. “A very serious bit of bother.” “Bother?” repeated Kendall. Whittaker heaved a sigh. “Yes you know,” he replied. “Trouble.” Kendall nodded. “Oh trouble, I get you,” he said. “So what sort of bother are we talking about?” Whittaker took another drink. “Well it’s a case of murder I’m afraid.”

Have you ever noticed that things aren't always what they seem? Life will always throw you a curved ball when you least expect it. We see only what we expect to see, and sometimes we could be in for a big surprise. And I sure got a surprise I can tell you, in spades. A surprise that lead to blackmail and murder. That's when I really got...Trouble in Mind.

On the night of April 14th 1865, President Abraham Lincoln attended a performance at the Ford Theatre in Washington. A single shot fired by John Wilkes Booth hit the President in the back of the head. He slumped to the floor, and died a few hours later without recovering consciousness. Was Booth a lone assassin? Or was he part of a wider conspiracy?

Jack Daniels, c'est mon nom. Vous savez, comme le whisky. Je suis détective privé. Et je ne peux m'empêcher de fourrer mon nez dans les affaires des autres. C'est mon métier. On s'y habitue. Ça fait partie de ma vie. Après quelques temps, ça devient tellement naturel, un reflex, comme respirer ou manger, cependant pas aussi agréable. Une habitude dont je ne peux pas me passer. Je n’y peux rien. Mais parfois, ça me fourre dans le pétrin.

El nombre es Daniels, Jack Daniels, como el whisky que conoces. Soy Detective Privado. Y no puedo evitar meter la nariz en los asuntos de otras personas. Es lo que hago. Te acostumbras. Se convierte casi en una forma de vida. Después de un tiempo te resulta natural, automático, como respirar o comer, aunque no tan placentero. Es un hábito que simplemente no puedo romper. Simplemente no puedo evitarlo. Pero a veces puede llevarte a problemas...

Der Name ist Daniels, Jack Daniels - genau wie der Whisky, den Sie kennen. Ich bin Privatdetektiv. Und ich kann nicht anders, als meine Nase in die Angelegenheiten anderer Leute zu stecken. Es ist, was ich tue. Man gewöhnt sich daran. Es wird fast zu einer Lebensweise. Nach einer Weile wird es für Sie natürlich, automatisch, wie Atmen oder Essen, obwohl es nicht ganz so angenehm ist. Es ist eine Angewohnheit, die ich einfach nicht ablegen kann. Ich kann einfach nicht anders. Aber manchmal kann es Sie in Schwierigkeiten bringen....

This enduring classic of educational thought offers teachers and parents deep, original insight into the nature of early learning. John Holt was the first to make clear that, for small children, "learning is as natural as breathing." In this delightful yet profound book, he looks at how we learn...