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Shadow Play - Conrad Phillips
1954 UK hardcover 1st edition 1st impression published by Arthur Barker
A VG+ book in VG+ unclipped wrapper
The book is tight and square, clean and tidy, no names etc
The jacket has no real loss, closed tear, minor rubs to edges
THE band in the cobbled square was thumping the hell out of something by Chopin. . . . But the boys were doing their best. It reminded me of that village band I nearly joined as a kid when we lived in the country. Crash! Bang! Wallop! But everybody liked it. You should have seen them! Every night they swarmed out of the Rue de la Chapelle and the other streets and filled the square.
Great period artwork
A clean copy of a rare book

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That's how it was the night it all began. I was sitting on the terrace of the Hotel Crillon sipping a local beer called Ekia and smoking a cigar—sitting there with my coat off listening to this crash-bang-wallop stuff and wondering what the hell had happened to Eleanor. I'd just come from the docks after meeting the 8,15 Dover boat and when I didn't see her among the passengers I sensed something wrong. I'd had a feeling for several days that I hadn't got away with as much as I thought. ... It was a feeling akin to the one I had on the Le Sarge raid in 1941 when I stopped my first bullet—a feeling of apprehension and expectancy. Who had stopped Eleanor getting that boat ? The cops ? Maybe. But it was more likely to be one of Wainwright's mob. I didn't mind the cops. The worst they could do was to knock me off. No, it was Wainwright that scared me. If he'd traced me here to Ostend I'd as good as had my chips. The more I thought of this possibility the more scared I grew. . . . Picking up my beer, I sipped it and then stared about me. Everything seemed so normal out there in the square—the noise, the crowds—it looked exactly as it had been the last time I was here.

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