C St John Sprigg aka Christopher Caudwell

	Six Queer Things - C St John Sprigg 1937 UK hardcover first edition, first impression, published in London by Herbert Jenkins A VG+ book in first issue 7/6 dust jacket The book has first issue orange boards, light tan to text block Tight and square - a nice solid book with no names or stamps etc The wrapper is priced 7/6 on spine, as called for Some nibbling to bottom edge as seen on scan, general wear and rubbing etc This is the last novel of a talented young man of remarkable literary achievement. Christopher St. John Sprigg was killed in action whilst fighting with the British battalion of the International Brigade in Spain. His works, which included nine novels, several aviation text-books and a number of poems, showed him to be a writer of great imagination and distinction, and his passing has robbed the world of a man who, had he lived, must undoubtedly have risen to great heights in his profession. The Six Queer Things is Sprigg's last novel —a mystery story that fulfills in every respect the brilliant promise of his earlier works. A fitting curtain to an inspired career. Fabulous period artwork and rare in jacket - cheap ! For Sale at £SOLD - SORRY, CURRENTLY OUT OF STOCK (approx $SOLD) - free delivery worldwide !	Buy Secure - Enquire or Add to Cart
		Buy Secure - Enquire or Add to Cart

C St John Sprigg Sample On the morning after the odd business of the snake and the dead dog, Inspector Morgan received an unexpected letter in the post. Dear Sir, Seeing from the papers that you are in charge of the Crispin case, and that the police want any news of a young chap named Ted Wainwright, I write to tell you that in my opinion my young lodger is this chap, although he goes under a different name. Please come and see me at an early date, as I don't know how long this young fellow is staying here. I never had any idea till then he was the man you wanted. EDWARD HARNESS. The letter came from a small village in Hampshire. The name of the cottage was romantic—" Nightingale's Roost "—but the place itself turned out, when the Inspector's car stopped in front of it, to be one of the pink asbestos-roofed bungalows with which the green and pleasant land of England is slowly beinj; covered wherever land values are still low and communications bad. It had a lonely, weary air, as if the reproachful spirits of ex-Servicemen who had attempted to make poultry-farming pay in it and had failed, still hung over its roof. A WOMAN! " exclaimed Inspector Morgan. That certainly is a surprise " " What beats me," went on Tremayne, " is that no one spotted it. Her build is slightly more masculine than the average woman's, I'll admit, but even so the broad hips and hairless face ought to'have made most people suspicious. She had her clothes cut to make her look as masculine as possible." " I must find out who her tailor was. Not that it will help much now." " Is there anything else you wanted to know ? " asked Tremayne. " Not at the moment. I'd rather you went ahead with the post-mortem and analysis as quickly as possible. You've left me plenty to chew over. " You might take that glass," added Morgan, " and get Hitchcock to develop any finger prints as soon as possible, and then let you have the sediment in the glass for analysis. If there isn't enough liquid in the glass, there's some spilt on the carpet here. I should test it for strychnine first, as that seems to have been the poison used. You'd better take this phial too.

detective fiction   

site search    how to order    free delivery    contact us