Maurice Watson

	Reclining Nude - Maurice Watson 1960 English hardback 1st edition, 1st impression printed by Cassell in London A VG++ book in like unclipped dust jacket The book is without stamps or previous owner names etc, clean, tidy and square The wrapper is clean and bright, rub to top right front panel but no loss etc Superb artwork by CW Bacon Synopsis - What this Story is About AN hour later Steel was sitting in the visitor's chair in Superintendent Bates's office at Scotland Yard. A lot had happened. All hell had broken loose in Marion's flat with the arrival of policemen, a doctor, photographers and the rest. Marion had been taken away. Steel had told his story twice, the first time so that Bates could get a picture of what had happened and the second time so that Bates could see if he was telling it too pat. Then they all came down to Bates's office so that he could tell it again A superb copy £SOLD - SORRY CURRENTLY OUT OF STOCK (approx $SOLD) * - free delivery worldwide !	Buy Secure - Enquire or Add to Cart
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Sample THE roof was six floors above Piccadilly, a cloud considerably larger than a man's hand, and the view which soared away into the blue of a broiling June afternoon was like a delusion of grandeur come lovingly true. Visibility was excellent. The chimney-pots and roofs of other buildings were not much different from those in any other part of London, except perhaps that they were more expensive, but the number of famous landmarks to be seen from this eagle's nest were enough to gladden the eye of any pageantry-hunting American. Barney Steel had once counted twenty-seven of them, not including the Windmill. He was sitting now on the parapet and smoking a cigarette and looking across at Lord Nelson on the top of his column, who was looking across at the Duke of York on the top of his column and wondering perhapsif he dare go over there and execute a not-so-classical pas de deux. Steel didn't think he would, somehow. The pigeons wouldn't have liked it. A telephone rang. Steel left the parapet, strode towards the green-painted door which led from the roof down an iron ladder to a narrow passage. There were three doors leading off the passage on the left and a staircase ran down to the street.

Brief Biography Born 1916 - this was his only mystery boook I believe

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