John Trench

	Docken Dead - John Trench 1960 English Penguin paperback 1st edition, Penguin, London A tidy and solid reading copy Clean covers and solid pages No names, inscriptions or stamps etc Tightly bound and a complete and unabridged story An archaeologist turns detective in a puzzling military mystery, a classic tale from an underrated author For Sale at £SOLD - SORRY, CURRENTLY OUT OF STOCK (approx $SOLD) - free delivery worldwide !	Buy Secure - Enquire or Add to Cart
	Dishonoured Bones - John Trench 1960 English Penguin paperback 1st edition, Penguin, London A tightly bound copy Bit of age tanning and light edge wear but a solid reading copy No names, inscriptions or stamps etc Not published in the USA I believe and a solid reading copy Synopsis - What this Story is About Archaeologists expect to unearth bones, not bodies, and when Martin Cotterell finds the corpse of motor-car millionaire Lord Garnish in a 'tump' on the south coast of England, he involves himself in a sequence of events that proves itself dangerous, and at times very nearly fatal. At first, finding the murderer seems the same as finding the husband of Garnish's glossy mistress, Mrs Vitrey. But the peer has been unloved by too many people for it to be as simple as that, and the story proves itself to be as exciting, subtle, and twisty as the chase at the end of the book For Sale at £5 (approx $7.50) *uspb - free delivery worldwide !	Buy Secure - Enquire or Add to Cart

Brief Biography John Chevenix Trench was born in 1920 into an Army family and was intended by himself as well as others for an Army career. He was educated at Wellington and The Shop (i.e. the Military College at Woolwich) from which the war took him prematurely to spend three of the next six years in various parts of East and North Africa and one year in North-West Europe. After this an injury to his back compelled him to retire. He now lives with his wife and children in Buckinghamshire, and works as a copywriter in a London Advertising Agency. Besides his three novels, Docken Dead, Dishonoured Bones, and What Rough Beast {all three have also been published in America), he has written some poetry. His extensive interests include sailing and singing. He dislikes the Enclosures, the Reform Acts, and all manifestations of Subtopia.

Sample IN what had once been the housekeeper's sitting-room of the great house a man and a girl were talking. It was a small, high room, with heavy, comfortable furniture, and shabby, dark.-green damask curtains. The man stood by the window with his hands in his pockets, biting his lip and staring out across a screen of euonymous at a cindered yard, drenched in sunlight, and a belt of larches beyond it. The girl stood by the fireplace with her head bent, fidgeting her clasped hands. 'I wish you'd be reasonable about this, Ty,' she said. She was a dark girl with slanting eyes, high cheekbones, and a wide, clever mouth. The man half turned. 'Elizabeth, I-' 'Shsh,' she whispered. 'Mother's doing the flowers through there.' She nodded towards the door. He controlled his voice with an effort. 'I only feel I've a right to know why,' he said more quietly. I've said I won't marry you,' she said. 'I thought that was usually enough for most men.'

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