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Murder on Monday - Glyn Barnett
[1937] UK hardback first edition, first impression, published in London by Sampson Low
A VG+ book in 7/6 unclipped dust jacket
The book is a nice solid example,tight text block and straight spine
No previous owner names, inscriptions or stamps
The dust jacket has some edge wear, discrete closed tears to tears (repaired to rear of jacket)
FROM the brightly lighted windows of Zeiner's Club eminated the noise of music and merriment. Inside the nightClub the band played, whilst the violinist scraped a haunting melody. And in the next room there was a body of a man dead ! All through the night those lights shone over the darkened street, but the gaiety had long since ceased, the band departed. In place of the Commissionaire in his resplendent blue uniform, stood an grim police constable in the staid blue of the London Police. Scotland Yard was in possession.
That was the evening of Monday, October 4th —a night which many people were never to forget. Albert Tuke, the heavy drinking saxophonist, Renee, the dance-hostess who was in love, Fellberg, the hospitable Jew who was unafraid. . . . Chief-Inspector Gram port, sceptical as ever, and Detective-Sergeant Landers, his handsome young assistant, work eighteen hours a day to solve this mystery of murder in a night-club. Within three days tfciey make an arrest. Five weeks later, the scene is the Old Bailey. • Guilty or not guilty ? How say you ?
A nice 'fat' 7/6 book - very rare and very cheap !
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SOME people said that Max Zeiner had no scruples whatsoever. They said that a man who attended a certain night-club regularly, got to know everybody and everything connected with it and then, without warning, cajoled or bribed the band-leader and his band, the head-waiter, the three prettiest dance-hostesses and opened up a club of his own in opposition, was 'a bit of a swine.5 But that was precisely what Zeiner had done and the fact that he had practically ruined the other club — O'Mahoney's — didn't seem to worry him in the least. Naturally, it had worried O'Mahoney — whose real name was Fellberg — and this person had immediately consulted his lawyers to find out whether he could bring an action against Zeiner, but his lawyers had told him that he couldn't unless he had his staff under a time-contract, or unless he was married to any of them! Whereupon, Fell-berg metaphorically spat on the floor and wrote an extremely rude letter to his one-time friend Zeiner. But that didn't help, and Zeiner, with Jack Bell and his small but efficient band, Henry as head-waiter cum-manager and with Renee,

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	Murder on Monday - Glyn Barnett [1937] UK hardback first edition, first impression, published in London by Sampson Low A VG+ book in 7/6 unclipped dust jacket The book is a nice solid example,tight text block and straight spine No previous owner names, inscriptions or stamps The dust jacket has some edge wear, discrete closed tears to tears (repaired to rear of jacket) FROM the brightly lighted windows of Zeiner's Club eminated the noise of music and merriment. Inside the nightClub the band played, whilst the violinist scraped a haunting melody. And in the next room there was a body of a man dead ! All through the night those lights shone over the darkened street, but the gaiety had long since ceased, the band departed. In place of the Commissionaire in his resplendent blue uniform, stood an grim police constable in the staid blue of the London Police. Scotland Yard was in possession. That was the evening of Monday, October 4th —a night which many people were never to forget. Albert Tuke, the heavy drinking saxophonist, Renee, the dance-hostess who was in love, Fellberg, the hospitable Jew who was unafraid. . . . Chief-Inspector Gram port, sceptical as ever, and Detective-Sergeant Landers, his handsome young assistant, work eighteen hours a day to solve this mystery of murder in a night-club. Within three days tfciey make an arrest. Five weeks later, the scene is the Old Bailey. • Guilty or not guilty ? How say you ? A nice 'fat' 7/6 book - very rare and very cheap ! For Sale at £SOLD - SORRY, CURRENTLY OUT OF STOCK (approx $SOLD) *w12 - free delivery worldwide !	Buy Secure - Enquire or Add to Cart
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