Published in 1941, Jonathan Latimer's Solomon's Vineyard "had" to be cut by those who were incensed (i.e., censors) at its for-the-time unheard of sexual frankness. A noir tale, it's about a PI who comes upon a cult group whose leader, now dead five years, still rules his 'tribe' from, supposedly, beyond the grave and includes human sacrifice and a woman, named Princess, whose description--and actions--would make the blood boil of any heterosexual male reader.
The PI, Karl Craven, had a partner, Oke Johnson, who was killed and Craven wants to find out what happened. Not only does he meet Princess, but also Ginger, the moll of local crime boss Pug Banta; McGee, a wealthy businessman connected to the cult, the name of which is the book's title; and his client, Mr. Grayson, whose daughter has joined the cult and who wants her back. Here we have at least one theme about 35 years or so in advance of the cult 'deprogramming' stories that arose in the mid 70s to early 80s, as well as sexuality unheard of for the day.
The author, Jonathan Latimer, is great at hard boiled dialogue. He wastes no words and gets down to business immediately. As the other reviewer here said, and I completely agree, Latimer's style is akin to Hammett's--sparse, lean prose whose dialogue has all the juice of its time, giving the tale a lip-smacking feel of hardboiled life for the era it portrays.
This is a terrific read for hardboiled fans, very highly recommended. I'm glad I read this!