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 fiancee 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?