David Alexander

	Most Men Don't Kill written by author David Alexander 1953 UK hardback first edition, first impression published in London by Hammond & Hammon - A Cloak & Dagger Mystery The author's first book A VG++ book in like unclipped dust jacket The book is very nice and tidy Spine is straight and text block is clean and tight The wrapper is particularly clean and bright No real loss, slightest nick to one corner - lovely ! Synopsis From midtown New York to the Bowery, a Greenwich Village night club, and finally to Westchester, the weird chase led Terry through a maze of mad adventure and suspense, and through it all, Tommy Twotoes emerges as one of the funniest and most original detectives in modern fiction. And a Hammond thriller is always good value in every way. To make it easier to recognize your favourite mystery writers (Hammond authors, of course), we have introduced the Cloak and Dagger Mystery symbol, which guarantees first-class writing, good characterization, and fine entertainment. A superb copy with incredidbly stylish and effective artwork by Sax For Sale at £20 (approx $32) *w1 - free delivery worldwide !	Buy Secure - Enquire or Add to Cart
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Most Men Don't Kill written by author David Alexander - Sample I WALKED into my hotel room and the naked woman was sitting there in the only easy chair, I stood for a moment with both the door and my mouth open. I'd been batting around Charley Frayne's bar all evening looking for a girl. Ginny had slapped my face—the side with the scar on it—and I wanted a girl just out of pure meanness. I'd been in a bad mood and I'd had a job to do the next day and the old aching had started Jn my head, so I'd thought I'd get a girl. Out of meanness, understand. Or maybe because I thought that would stop the aching in my head. Anyway, the only ones who'd come in had played the chill. One or two had taken a drink on me, but after that they'd discovered they had boy friends or husbands or something. So I'd come back to the hotel. I'd only checked in a few hours before. And there, waiting for me in the easy chair, was Eros' answer to a lustful dream. A little on the heavy side, perhaps, but Rubenesque, the way I like them. Very long bob curling itself over smooth shoulders. Brown eyes, looking kind of crazy. Lips, fat-pouting, a little too red. And lots of other things. I saw all that in the moment or so I held the door and my mouth open. Then I saw something else, and I closed the door. I closed the door softly. The funny thing about the brown eyes was they didn't blink. They didn't blink at all. They just kept looking at me kind of crazy. And the funny thing about the fat-pouting mouth was it didn't move but was just slack.

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