On Wednesday, June 23, 2021, my bibliophilic instinct (combined with nostalgia) drove me to do something extraordinary that I used to do way back in my secondary school days in the 1980s. I went out deliberately to buy books written by the popular British crime writer James Hadley Chase (1906-1985). I had been enamoured of this author when I first bought and read his novel 'No Orchids for Miss Blandish' (published in 1948) which, incidentally, also happened to be the first book that he wrote. Eventually, I went ahead to...