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The Bells at Old Bailey - SIGNED - Dorothy Bowers
1947 UK hardback first edition, first impression, Hodder, London A VG+ book in VG+ unclipped dust wrapper Signed and inscribed and dated 1947 by Bowers A very scarce signature The jacket shows just minor wear to spine ends A very nice copy For Sale at £77 (approx $123) *P4 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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Postscript to Poison - SIGNED - Dorothy Bowers
1938 UK hardback first edition, first impression, Hodder, London A VG+ book sadly lacking its dust jacket Signed and inscribed on the endpaper and dated 1938 by Bowers Book shows previous owner names and a neat small emboss to endpaper Tightly bound and square The authors first book For Sale at £67 (approx $107) *P16 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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IT was not until the fifth death in Long Greeting that Miss Tidy made up her mind to go to the police. And then from no sense of civic duty but because she knew her own security imperilled.
For a woman of uncommon resolution she had been slow to reach a decision; having come to it, however, there would be no turning back.
She would say nothing of her intention to the staff of the ' Minerva.' Business was in a delicate enough condition. All this unhealthy babble spinning about murder v. suicide hypotheses was entirely alien to the chaste atmosphere she had for years cultivated for the creation and proper disposal of hats. So she had refused to subscribe to the prevailing hysteria by the very smallest show of interest in the more dubious manifestations of local activity. At first she had tried by the silent disapproval that rarely missed its target to discourage even discussion of the emphatically publicised inquests. When this failed she went on ignoring the furtive gossip, the whispered fears, the cumulative suggest!veness harboured by panicky women that rippled slyly out of the hatshop into the no less exclusive cafe behind, and thence gushed full course in the beauty parlour, her last and most profitable addition to the establishment.
