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Death Takes a Bow - Frances & Richard Lockridge
1945 British hardcover first edition, first impression, Hutchinson, London A VG indeed book in VG unclipped dustwrapper Neat owner name emboss Tightly bound and square, solid given the cheap wartime economy production The jacket has some wear to edges, light chipping to spine North and his wife, along with Weigand of the New York Police, once again look into a murder mystery A solid copy of a very scarce book in jacket For Sale at £SOLD (approx $SOLD) * - free delivery worldwide ! |
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MRS. NORTH was consoling. It wasn't, she pointed out, as if he really had to make a speech. Not a real speech. There was no sense in his carrying on so, and not eating any dinner. "Actually," she explained, with the air of one who has often explained, "actually all you do is tag Mr. Sproul. Then he's it and you just sit down and look interested and try not to wriggle. And don't pull at your hair." Mr. North felt in his jacket pocket. The notes — notes which now represented, he dimly felt, all that he knew or would ever know about anything — were still there. This was reassuring, but it also reinforced his horrid conviction that this was real. In — Mr. North looked at his watch — in fifty-seven minutes he would have to stand up before five hundred people and open his mouth while five hundred mouths remained closed. He shuddered and took his hand away from the notes. "Michaels should have done it," he said, angrily. "Why me, for God's sake ?" "Five minutes," Mrs. North said. "Or ten at the outside. You could do it standing on your head." |
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