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Fatal Dose - Belton Cobb
1937 British hardcover 1st edition, 1st impression published by Longmans, Green & Co in London A VG++ book in near fine 7/6 unclipped dust jacket Very bright solid book, without names etc, just very light oddments of scattered tan to edges The jacket is fabulous, stunning condition, no loss etc and very clean, nice bright wghite rear panel While Detective-Inspector Cheviot Burmann was spending a holiday at Barling-On-Sea, a fatal dose of strychnine disappeared from the chemist's shop below the Guest House where he had taken a room. Two days later this poison was used for murdering one of the people in the Guest House. Cheviot, being anxious to avoid talking 'shop', had concealed his identity and represented, himself as a commercial traveller. After the murder, having been posted officially to the case, he decided to profit by this deception and maintain his incognito; the result being that people spoke with comparative freedom before him, and all his professional enquiries were in the form of holiday conversations. The surprising solution of the case escaped him for several days because he failed to make the right deduction from an incident which he witnessed on the day of the crime. Readers of this book are given the same opportunity that he had, and no doubt those who are especially careful and intelligent will avoid his mistake. A stunning copy, hard to realistically ever imagine a better copy, if indeed you can even find a copy in a jacket - superb !
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Quickly Dead - Belton Cobb
1937 UK hardback first edition first impression published by Longmans in London A VG++ to near fine book in VG++ unclipped 7/6 dust jacket The book is superb - has no names etc, tight clean and square The wrapper has a knock and closed tear (not immediately obvious) top spine otherwise superb ! Synopsis
An amazing copy of a book that's desperately rare anyway but in this condition . . .
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No Last Words - Belton Cobb
1949 British hardback first edition, first impression published by Longmans, Green & Co in London A VG++ book in VG++ unclipped dust jacket Tight clean book with no names etc The jacket is lovely and clean with no loss and great perios artwork A Superintendent Manning mystery A rare book and a really nice copy, hard to realistically imagine a nicer one For Sale at £SOLD - SORRY, CURRENTLY OUT OF STOCK (approx $SOLD) - free delivery worldwide ! |
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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 For Sale at £SOLD (approx $SOLD) *PB1 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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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 For Sale at £SOLD (approx $SOLD) * - free delivery worldwide ! |
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Like a Guilty Thing in Later Issue Jacket - Belton Cobb
1938 UK hardback first edition published by Longmans, London A VG+ book in c1942 dust jacket The book has no names etc, tight clean and square The wrapper has a bit of wear to edges, still clean and bright, fits book perfectly (no married by me) An Inspector Burnam mystery and very rare in a wrapper A very attractive copy, a 1st issue jacket is very rare, this one appears to always have been with the book For Sale at £SOLD (approx $SOLD) * - free delivery worldwide ! |
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"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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