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Murder in Mozambique - David Wilson
1963 UK hardback first edition, 1st impression, Herbert Jenkins, London A near fine book (no endpaper) in VG++ unclipped dust jacket No names, inscriptions or stamps, front endpaper has been neatly removed Tightly bound and square, clean covers and text block The dustwrapper has light shelf rubs to extremities Cameron is recuperating on the Portuguese African coast but a beautiful and mysterious woman keeps resisiting his attempts to ingratiate himself, then a mysterious man is washed ashore! A very scarce title, shame about the missing endpaper but very much priced to reflect For Sale at £15 (approx $25) *PB1 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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IT WAS A RELIEF to be out of the sugarcane Not that the road was any better or the view any more extensive. It exchanged sugarcane for bush. But the bush was open here and there and for the first time there was a feeling of the sea not far away. The Land Rover bounced and shuddered and clattered. Stretches of violent corrugations, stretches of very loose sand, stretches of black soil fortunately dry and hard, stretches where the road suddenly became merely two deep ruts, stretches that were pot-holed with, after a bit, water lying in the pot-holes. And always the bush, hemming the road in, making detours impossible. And swamp. Oozing, treacherous black cotton soil with an oily gleam on it. He was glad he'd kept the Land Rover. Not the ideal vehicle, of course, but rugged, adaptable. He grinned a little, remembering that he had bought it on an impulse, with some vague idea that when he retired he might go farming. He wasn't going farming. He was going to do damn-all but amuse himself for an indefinite period. After that—well, the world was wide. At the moment it was entirely circumscribed by manioc plantations. He came to a village of mud and grass huts, and chickens sprinted on to the road and, squawking and screeching, fled in all directions. He went on driving and, miraculously, the chickens all squattered clear of his wheels while the people who had come out of the huts grinned and waved to him and called greetings. |
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