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The Five Fowlers - Edward Morris
1953 English hardcover 1st edition, 1st impression, published by Geoffrey Bles in London A VG book in unclipped dust jacket The book has clean blue cloth, , tight with straight spine No previous owner names, inscriptions or stamps etc The wrapper has small chip to front panel and minor edge wear, clean and bright A mystery novel set on a wild island off the coast of West Scotland A nice tidy copy and of special interest to those keen on Scottish based msyetries ! For Sale at £14 (approx $21) *p9
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Edward Morris had a considerable success with his first mystery novel The Plume of Smoke, the story of a search for treasure buried in a North Country pothole and the fight for its possession between two rival gangs. It was featured by the I1B.C. and the Hirmingham Post called it "a really fresh thing in thrillers." The Queen reviewer wrote: "that lid ward Morris is able to hold us spellbound and breathless through 250 pages is certainly a tour tic force." The excitement of The Plume of Smoke was largely due to the fact that neither gang—for a very good reason—was able to invoke the aid of the police and so it resulted in the grimmest of struggles "with no holds barred." In The I'ive Fowlers Edward Morris has again adopted this technique and this time the action takes place in a remote island off the West Coast of Scotland. |
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WHEN YOU HAVE KNOWN A MAN INTIMATELY FOR MORE than ten years you feel sure, not unreasonably, that you can say how he will behave under certain conditions. We knew Richard Farmer was impressionable where women were concerned, so that nobody was surprised when he began paying attention to Grace. It was just what we expected. But we were very alarmed when, after knowing her for only a short time, he declared his intention of marrying her. She was not the kind of woman for any man to marry. I was with Richard when he first saw her. I had come up to Town on business, and in the evening went with him to the Pharaoh, a night club, where, as it happened, Grace was singing. She was not a good singer, for she lacked both range and power. Still, I suppose her technique of sensuous drooling suited the type of song she sang, and against my will I was bound to admit a good deal of fascination. Her face and figure were her strongest asset, and there Farmer could not be blamed. He was very much taken, and asked what I thought of her. I said: "Not bad." "High praise from you, I suppose! Wonder what she's like." "Hard as nails. Certainly quick-tempered and probably a hysteric." |
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