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When Jenny MacPartland meets the man of her dreams while working in a New York art gallery, she's ecstatic. Painter Erich Krueger -- whose exquisite landscapes are making him a huge success -- is handsome, sensitive...and utterly in love with her. They marry quickly and Jenny plans a loving home on Erich's vast Minnesota farm. But lonely days and eerie nights strain her nerves to the breaking point and test her sanity. Caught in a whirlpool of shattering events, Jenny soon unearths a past more terrifying than she...
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Overview

When Jenny MacPartland meets the man of her dreams while working in a New York art gallery, she's ecstatic. Painter Erich Krueger -- whose exquisite landscapes are making him a huge success -- is handsome, sensitive...and utterly in love with her. They marry quickly and Jenny plans a loving home on Erich's vast Minnesota farm. But lonely days and eerie nights strain her nerves to the breaking point and test her sanity. Caught in a whirlpool of shattering events, Jenny soon unearths a past more terrifying than she dares imagine...tragic secrets that threaten her marriage, her children, her life.

Jenny MacPartland was a charming, divorced mother of two working at a New York art gallery when she was suddenly whisked away into a life of luxury by wealthy artist Eric Krueger. But a chain of shattering events reveal a link to a past more terrifying than she dared imagine. Reissue.

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Editorial Reviews

Elisabeth Jakab
...As in all of Mary Higgins Clark's tales of horror, things soon begin to go slightly, then massively, awry....The plot appears to have been put together out of generous borrowings from many familiar sources, ''Psycho,'' ''Gaslight,'' ''Rebecca,'' ''Jane Eyre,'' among others....Suspense builds as the story sweeps rapidly along, and in spite of my sense of deja vu, I was kept guessing for far longer than I care to admit....While ''A Cry in the Night'' is not on a par with Mrs. Clark's previous efforts, it has its own virtues. It is a good harrowing tale by a master of horror fiction who seldom disappoints her readers. -- New York Times
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743206143
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster
  • Publication date: 5/25/2000
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 19,390
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Mary Higgins Clark, #1 international and New York Times bestselling author, has written thirty-three suspense novels; three collections of short stories; a historical novel, Mount Vernon Love Story; two children’s books, including The Magical Christmas Horse; and a memoir, Kitchen Privileges. She is also the coauthor with Carol Higgins Clark of five holiday suspense novels. Her books have sold more than 100 million copies in the United States alone.

Biography

The Queen of Suspense, Bronx-born and -bred Mary Higgins Clark has achieved international success against heavy odds. Her father died when she was 11, and her mother struggled to raise and provide for Mary and her two brothers. Clark attended secretarial school after high school and worked for three years in an advertising agency before leaving to become a stewardess for Pan American Airlines. Throughout 1949, she flew international flights to Europe, Africa, and Asia. " I was in a revolution in Syria and on the last flight into Czechoslovakia before the Iron Curtain went down," she recalls. In 1950, she quit her job to marry Warren Clark, a neighbor nine years her senior whom she had known and admired since she was 16.

In the early years of her marriage, Clark began writing short stories, making her first sale in 1956 to Extension Magazine. Between writing and raising a family, the decade flew by. Then, in 1964, Warren Clark suffered a fatal heart attack, leaving his young widow with five children to support. She went to work writing radio scripts; and, around this time, she decided to try her hand at writing books. Inspired by a radio series she was working on, she drafted a biographical novel about George Washington. It was published in 1969 under the title Aspire to the Heavens. (In 2002, it was re-issued as Mount Vernon Love Story.) Her first suspense novel, Where Are the Children?, appeared in print in 1975. It was a huge hit and marked a turning point in her life. Since then, she has developed a loyal fan base, and each of her novels has hit the bestseller lists. She has also co-written stories and novels with her daughter Carol, a successful author in her own right.

In the 1970s, Clark enrolled in Fordham University at Lincoln Center, graduating summa cum laude in 1979. A great supporter of education, she has served as a trustee of her alma mater and Providence College and holds numerous honorary degrees. She remains active in Catholic affairs and has been honored with many awards. Her publisher, Simon & Schuster, funds an annual award in her name to be given to authors of suspense fiction writing in the Mary Higgins Clark tradition.

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    1. Hometown:
      Saddle River, New Jersey and New York, New York
    1. Date of Birth:
      December 24, 1929
    2. Place of Birth:
      New York, New York
    1. Education:
      New York University; B.A., Fordham University, 1979
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Prologue

Jenny began looking for the cabin at dawn. All night she had lain motionless in the massive four-poster bed, unable to sleep, the stillness of the house oppressive and clutching.

Even after weeks of knowing it would not come, her ears were still tuned for the baby's hungry cry. Her breasts still filled, ready to welcome the tiny, eager lips.

Finally she switched on the lamp at the bedside table. The room brightened and the leaded crystal bowl on the dresser top caught and reflected the light. The small cakes of pine soap that filled the bowl cast an eerie green tint on the antique silver mirror and brushes.

She got out of bed and began to dress, choosing the long underwear and nylon Windbreaker that she wore under her ski suit. She had turned on the radio at four o'clock. The weather report was unchanged for the area of Granite Place, Minnesota; the temperature was twelve degrees Fahrenheit. The winds were blowing at an average of twenty-five miles per hour. The windchill factor was twenty-four below zero.

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. If she froze to death in the search she would try to find the cabin. Somewhere in that forest of maples and oaks and evergreens and Norwegian pines and overgrown brush it was there. In those sleepless hours she had devised a plan. Erich could walk three paces to her one. His naturally long stride had always made him unconsciously walk too fast for her. They used to joke about it. "Hey, wait up for a city girl," she'd protest.

Once he had forgotten his key when he went to the cabin and immediately returned to the house for it. He'd been gone forty minutes. That meant that for him the cabin was usually about a twenty-minute walk from the edge of the woods.

He had never taken her there. "Please understand, Jenny," he'd begged. "Every artist needs a place to be totally alone."

She had never tried to find it before. The help on the farm was absolutely forbidden to go into the woods. Even Clyde, who'd been the farm manager for 30 years, claimed he didn't know where the cabin was.

The heavy, crusted snow would have erased any path, but the snow also made it possible for her to try the search on cross-country skis. She'd have to be careful not to get lost. With the dense underbrush and her own miserable sense of direction, she could easily go around in circles.

Jenny had thought about that, and decided to take a compass, a hammer, tacks and pieces of cloth. She could nail the cloth to trees to help her find her way back.

Her ski suit was downstairs in the closet off the kitchen. While water boiled for coffee, she zipped it on. The coffee helped to bring her mind into focus. During the night she had considered going to Sheriff Gunderson. But he would surely refuse help and would simply stare at her with that familiar look of speculative disdain.

She would carry a thermos of coffee with her. She didn't have a key to the cabin, but she could break a window with the hammer.

Even though Elsa had not been in for over two weeks, the huge old house still glistened and shone with visible proof of her rigid standards of cleanliness. Her habit as she left was to tear off the current day from the daily calendar over the wall phone. Jenny had joked about that to Erich. "She not only cleans what was never dirty, she eliminates every weekday evening."

Now Jenny tore off Friday, February 14, crumpled the page in her hand and stared at the blank sheet under the bold lettering, Saturday, February 15. She shivered. It was nearly 14 months since that day in the gallery when she'd met Erich. No that couldn't be. It was a lifetime ago. She rubbed her hand across her forehead.

Her chestnut-brown hair had darkened to near-black during the pregnancy. It felt drab and lifeless as she stuffed it under the woolen ski cap. The shell-edged mirror to the left of the kitchen door was an incongruous touch in the massive, oak-beamed kitchen. She stared into it now. Her eyes were heavily shadowed. Normally a shade somewhere between aqua and blue, they reflected back at her wide-pupiled and expressionless. Her cheeks were drawn. The weight loss since the birth had left her too thin. The pulse in her neck throbbed as she zipped the ski suit to the top. Twenty-seven years old. It seemed to her that she looked at least ten years older, and felt a century older. If only the numbness would go away. If only the house weren't so quiet, so fearfully, frighteningly quiet.

She looked at the cast-iron stove at the east wall of the kitchen. The cradle, filled with wood, was beside it again, its usefulness restored.

Deliberately she studied the cradle, made herself absorb the constant shock of its presence in the kitchen, then turned her back on it and reached for the thermos bottle. She poured coffee into it, then collected the compass, hammer and tacks and strips of cloth. Thrusting them into a canvas knapsack she pulled a scarf over her face, put on her cross-country ski shoes, yanked thick, fur-lined mittens on her hands and opened the door.

The sharp, biting wind made a mockery of the face scarf. The muffled lowing of the cows in the dairy barn reminded her of the exhausted sobs of deep mourning. The sun was coming up, dazzling against the snow, harsh in its golden-red beauty, a far-off god that could not affect the bitter cold.

By now Clyde would be inspecting the dairy barn. Other hands would be pitching hay in the polebarns to feed the scores of black Angus cattle, which were unable to graze beneath the hard-packed snow and would habitually head there for food and shelter. A half-dozen men working on this enormous farm, yet there was no one near the house -- all of them were small figures, seen like silhouettes, against the horizon....

Her cross-country skis were outside the kitchen door. Jenny carried them down the six steps from the porch, tossed them on the ground, stepped into them and snapped them on. Thank God she'd learned to ski well last year.

It was a little after seven o'clock when she began looking for the cabin. She limited herself to skiing no more than thirty minutes in any direction. She started at the point where Erich always disappeared into the woods. The overhead branches were so entangled that the sun barely penetrated through them. After she'd skied in as straight a line as possible, she turned right, covered about one hundred feet more, turned right again and started back to the edge of the forest. The wind covered her tracks almost as soon as she passed any spot but at every turning point she hammered a piece of cloth into the tree.

At eleven o'clock she returned to the house, heated soup, changed into dry socks, forced herself to ignore the tingling pain in her forehead and hands, and set out again.

At five o'clock, half frozen, the slanting rays of the sun almost vanishing, she was about to give up for the day when she decided to go over one more hilly mound. It was then she came upon it, the small, bark-roofed log cabin that had been built by Erich's great-grandfather in 1869. She stared at it, biting her lips as savage disappointment sliced her with the physical impact of a stiletto.

The shades were drawn; the house had a shuttered look as though it had not been open for a time. The chimney was snow-covered; no lights shone from within.

Had she really dared to hope that when she came upon it, that chimney would be smoking, lamps would glow through the curtains, that she'd be able to go up to the door and open it?

There was a metal shingle nailed to the door. The letters were faded but still readable: ABSOLUTELY NO ADMITTANCE. VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED. It was signed Erich Fritz Krueger and dated 1903.

There was a pump house to the left of the cabin, an outhouse discreetly half-hidden by full-branched pines. She tried to picture the young Erich coming here with his mother. "Caroline loved the cabin just as it was," Erich had told her. "My father wanted to modernize the old place but she wouldn't hear of it."

No longer aware of the cold, Jenny skied over to the nearest window. Reaching into the knapsack, she pulled out the hammer, raised it and smashed the pane. Flying glass grazed her cheek She was unaware of the trickle of blood that froze as it ran down her face. Careful to avoid the jagged peaks, she reached in, unfastened the latch and shoved the window up.

Kicking offher skis, she climbed over the low sill, pushed aside the shade and stepped into the cabin. The cabin consisted of a single room about twenty feet square. A Franklin stove on the north wall had wood piled neatly next to it. A faded Oriental rug covered most of the white pine flooring. A wide-armed, high-backed velour couch and matching chairs were clustered around the stove. A long oak table and benches were near the front windows. A spinning wheel looked as though it might still be functional. A massive oak sideboard held willowware china and oil lamps. A steep stairway led to the left. Next to it, rows of file baskets held stacks of unframed canvases. The walls were white pine, unknotted, silk-smooth and covered with paintings. Numbly Jenny walked from one to the other of them. The cabin was a museum. Even the dim light could not hide the exquisite beauty of the oils and watercolors, the charcoals and pen-and-ink drawings. Erich had not even begun to show his best work yet. How would the critics react when they saw these masterpieces? she wondered.

Some of the paintings on the walls were already framed. These must be the next ones he planned to exhibit. The pole-barn in a winter storm. What was so different about it? The doe, head poised, listening, about to flee into the woods. The calf reaching up to its mother. The fields of alfalfa, blue-flowered, ready for harvest. The Congregational Church with worshipers hurrying toward it. The main street of Granite Place suggesting timeless serenity.

Even in her desolation, the sensitive beauty of the collection gave Jenny a momentary sense of quietude and peace.

Finally she bent over the unframed canvases in the nearest rack. Again admiration suffused her being. The incredible dimensions of Erich's talent, his ability to paint landscapes, people and animals with equal authority; the playfulness of the summer garden with the old-fashioned baby carriage, the...

And then she saw it. Not understanding, she began to race through the other paintings and sketches in the files.

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  • Posted May 21, 2010

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    Prince or Demon

    Mary Higgins Clark is one of my favorite authors and she did not disappoint. This book is about a divorced woman with two children who meets the perfect man. He is good to her and her daughters and after a quick romance they marry. Erich is handsome, charming, wealthy and all the qualities you should look for in a man. Erich is also compulsively neat, has fits of rage and is just odd but Jenny overlooks these problems because she feels he will make a great husband and father. She stays even when he makes her wear his dead mother's night gown and does not allow her to change ANYTHING in the house. The story is well written and is suspenseful with some twists and turns. Well worth reading.

    7 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 18, 2012

    I Also Recommend:

    great

    Suspenseful. Keeps one guessing. did not disappoint.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 21, 1999

    NEVER COULD PUT IT DOWN!

    THIS BOOK WAS AMAZING! I COULDN'T BELIEVE THE SUSPENSE, IT REALLY SUCKED ME IN! I REALLY COULDN'T STOP READING. THIS IS MY FAVORITE BOOK OF ALL TIME. I REALLY FELT SOMEWHAT CONNECTED TO JENNY. I UNDERSTOOD HOW SHE FELT. I LOVE THE WAY IT IS WRITEN TO CAPTURE YOUR INTEREST. I STRONGLY RECOMMENED THIS BOOK! I AM A BIG READER AND I KNOW A GOOD BOOK WHEN I READ ONE.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 21, 2012

    Mary Higgins Clark at her best!

    Keeps the reader guessing. Suspenseful and definitely an page-turner, always wanting more.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 24, 2011

    Not my favorite book by her.

    Predictable.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 14, 2011

    GREAT BOOK

    Mary Higgins Clark is known for her suspense.. and that is true in this one.. you are constantly thinking.. who is who.. what is going on and it always surprises you in the end. She writes with such flow and keeps you reading. I would def recommend this book to anyone.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 12, 2011

    A Spellbinder

    Absolutely one of Mary Higgins Clark best suspense novels. I became bleary-eyed reading this because l couldn't put it down. A must read for MHC fans.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2006

    I love this Book!

    I used to hate reading. Until I read this book. See my mom is a big fan of Mary Higgins Clark's books and suggested for me to read it. I was a little shakey at first, but I needed to read another book for school. So I read it and... I totally enjoyed it I couldn't even put the book down and finished it in 3 days. I totally recommend that if you love mysteries and love suspense because it's the book for you.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2012

    Great story.

    I found myself yelling out loud to jenny.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 4, 2014

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    A must read

    Loved the book I had to read it twice. Something I never do.... it as just that good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2012

    Hishly Recommended

    Very interesting book. The type of book that you want to keep reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2012

    My favorite

    One of my favorite from Mary Higgins Clark. Couldn't put this one down!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2012

    Another good read

    I've never read a book from Mary Higgins Clark that I did not enjoy!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 26, 2012

    Not her strongest character

    I spent a lot of the time wanting to shake the protagonist of this book. She allowed herself to be to easily manipulated time and again. She made so many dumb decisions without thinking things through. It was engrossing, as so many of her books are, but I really couldn't like Jenny at all or sympathize with her. The man was a jerk and she kept on making excuses so she could stay with him.

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  • Posted April 26, 2012

    Great!

    I hadn't ready Clark for a while, but I'm glad I got back to her! Delicious book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2012

    So Predictable

    Jenny, was married before had 2kids, met a guy in 1month, gets hitched to an rich, and turns her complete control over to him. He tells her what to wear, not to move the furniture in his mansion ect....when their first married, like the first week. Her husband on her wedding night ask for her to wear his mothers nightgown!! Mother issues with mommy, weird. The book was preditable from the first 20pages. Never read this author before, gave her 2stars because of the flow of the book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2012

    Slow start but kept me at the edge of my seat throughout the book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2012

    Not her best

    The story was good but you could see the problems coming from a mile away. I was displeased with the way a hard working, independant woman could suddenly have a very 1930's mentality.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2012

    Highly recommend

    Mary Higgins Clark never fails to deliver a great book, and this is one of them. Keeps you guessing to the end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2012

    Very good, really enjoyed. Would recommen to all.

    Very good, really enjoyed. Would recommen to all.

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