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Double Detection - Belton Cobb
1945 UK hardback first edition, 1st impression, Longmans, London
A VG+ book in VG+ unclipped 7/6 dust jacket
The bookk has no names etc, tight clean and square
The wrapper has some light edge wear
An Inspector Burnam mystery
A nice clean copy
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Murder Men Only - Belton Cobb
1962 UK hardback first edition, first impression, Allen, London
A VG book sadly without dust wrapper
Some light scattered foxing
A decent reading copy
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Synopsis
"HERE we are," cried June, as our train drew in at the station. "Yes," I said. "And that means we've got to get out, I suppose. Though what we've come for, I don't know. Why can't we stay in the train till it goes back again?" "Oh, come along," said June. "This is a holiday. It will do you a world of good, and we are going to enjoy it." "I'm absolutely certain," I answered, "that the place is death." Three weeks earlier, I had had a minor operation. When the ordeal was first mooted, the tremors which accompany the idea of "being carved up" were nicely balanced by the prospect of a month's sick leave: kind friends assured me that I should be as fit as a fiddle after the first fortnight and able to enjoy my holiday. To put it succinctly, they lied. It was the first fortnight that I rather enjoyed, in spite of pain—with the novelty of being an interesting invalid and the pleasure of lying in bed, conscience-free: the third week I sank into the depths of post-operational gloom. The doctor told June, my wife, to take me to the seaside. "Go with him yourself," he said, "and see that he has some bright society." He recommended this spot on the South Coast. Well, either he lied too, or else he had no acquaintance with small seaside resorts in a war-time winter. Our taxi took us along the Marine Parade. The "promenade" part of this was entirely covered with barbed

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