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Harold Kemp

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Murder Humane - Harold Kemp
1947 UK hardback 1st edition, 1st impression Hammond & Hammond in London
A VG book in VG unclipped dustwrapper
No names or stamps, a clean solid book
The jacket has some shallow shelf wear, clean and bright with nice cover design
Tells the story ' of an Auctioneer and Estate Agent who, from very small and shady beginnings, rises to affluence and " big business " in a provincial town. In the course of his career he has made many enemies not only among his staff, relatives and immediate circle, but among friends of the many women who have suffered at his hands. When he is found dead, obviously murdered, Detective Inspector Jimmy Brent is sent to investigate,
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Leyton leaned forward, steadying himself on the back of the dead man's chair; Brent rushed to the other side of the body, almost upsetting the little table on his way; Gregg stalked forward and craned his neck; Rawlston-Tate edged along his perch and sat with eyes screwed up, his head swinging like a pendulum, for Findlay's arm. was in his direct line of vision. After seconds that seemed minutes Findlay turned abruptly and faced the little man. "How did you know?" he snapped. Rawlston-Tate, no longer having need to swing his head, took a long look at the dead man's face. Then he said: "Didn't. Dashed regrettable, but true. Bullet-hole, what?" "If that's your guess it's as good as mine," muttered Findlay. Then he turned to Leyton and asked what he thought about it. Leyton, pale and damp-browed, admitted that he did not know what to think,


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