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Run When I Say - Hillary Waugh
1969 UK hardcover first edition, 1st impression, Gollancz, London A VG++ book in VG++ unclipped dust jacket NO names, inscriptions or stamps Tight and square with clean text block and boards The wrapper has no loss or tears, unusually clean and bright An ambitious Senator who see his way to the White House helped by waging a campaign against the mafia's top bosses, seems a risky strategy to us! A particularly fresh copy For Sale at £10 (approx $17) *P3 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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The Young Prey - Hillary Waugh
1970 English hardback first edition, 1st impression, Gollancz, London A VG book in VG++ unclipped dustwrapper Without names, inscriptions or stamps The wrapper has some staining and foxing A bargain reading copy For Sale at £SOLD (approx $SOLD) * - free delivery worldwide ! |
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Prisoner's Plea - Hillary Waugh
1964 British hardcover first edition, 1st impression, Victor Gollancz, London A VG book in VG++ unclipped dust cover Free from names, inscriptions or stamps The wrapper has some tanning and loss to spine A solid readers copy For Sale at £7 (approx $12) *B9 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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Death and Circumstance - Hilary Waugh
1963 UK hardcover first edition, 1st impression, Gollancz, London A VG book in unclipped dust jacket No names, inscriptions or stamps Tight and square The dustcover has loss to spine, some tanning and wear A readers copy For Sale at £SOLD (approx $SOLD) * - free delivery worldwide ! |
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Peter Congdon leaped down the steps of the dusty dull-red Pennsylvania Railroad coach and started up the platform, overtaking the scattering of other passengers with long, swinging strides. He crossed the concourse, gathering his coat against the chill November draft, dodged a tow motor pulling a mail wagon, and went through the doors into the near-empty vastness of Washington's Union Station, It was one-thirty on a Saturday afternoon and only a handful of people were there, most of them workmen resetting waiting-room seats. Peter looked around without pausing, went past the showcase model of a 1968 canary yellow Dodge and into the great hall where the ticket windows were. He stored the attache" case he carried in one of the lockers behind the posts and sat down at the nearby lunch counter to order a hamburger and milk shake. To anyone watching, he was only another good-looking, youngish man stopping for a snack, a man impeccably dressed in a charcoal gray suit, a dark tweed topcoat, and a sedate, narrow-brimmed off-black hat. In New York he would have passed for a banker, probably on the executive rungs of Morgan Guaranty. In Washington, B.C., he looked like someone connected with the government, possibly a subcommittee attorney. |
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