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The Magician - FL Green
1951 UK hardback first edition first impression published by Michael Joseph in London
A VG indeed book in unclipped dust jacket
Clean cloth and pages, tightly bound
No previous owner name or damaged pages etc
The wrapper shows a little loss at spine ends and closed tear to rear panel

The central characters of The Magician are a conjuror—magician-like in his ability to create hallucinations in the minds of other people— and his wife. During a single evening and night these two people are involved in a series of dangerons and terrifying events which, within this narrow compass of time, rapidly build up to an intensely exciting climax—the chase of a gang of thieves by the police, and the pursuit of the magician by a madman through the gaunt emptiness of a deserted store

A magic based mystery, uncommon and collectable
A nice overall example

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The idea was extinguished in her; and noticing that he was preoccupied, she said no more. When he alighted at the house, he appointed a time for her to call for him. Then he went in. She turned the car and drove home, conscious of the evening light, recollecting the attractive atmosphere of the city at this hour of the day, seeing in imagination the crowded lounges, the familiar figures. . . . She quenched all her desire for it, telling herself that she was done with it and that now was the time to conclude that stupidity. She reached home, drew up the car at the kerb, and alighted. A man was leaning against the wall of the porch. It was Knagg. He was a little man of forty, with a weatherbeaten face in which his protuberant nose jutted shapelessly above his small lips that were invariably formed as though he were about to whistle.

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