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The Sitting Ducks - MRD Meek
1988 UK hardcover first edition, 1st impression, Collins Crime Club, London A VG++ book sadly lacking its dust jacket Previous owner name to endpaper Tight and square with clean contents and boards A mystery set in a Cornish town and the surrounding countryside, an underrated author A clean reading copy For Sale at £5 (approx $8) *PB1 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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No one who had known Emmie Forbes either intimately, by repute, or as a minor irritant on the periphery of their professional work was totally surprised when her dead body was found that May morning at the foot of the Polwhele cliffs. The rising tide dealt kindly with her russet hair, lapping it as negligently as it did the green seaweed, but the rocks had not been so gentle and her skull had been pierced long before the water reached her. Horror, and a muted sympathy were, naturally enough, expressed in public after the suicide verdict but in private there came even to the nicest people that mordant satisfaction which accompanies the realization of the worst in hopes and fears. After all, her lifestyle —if such a term could properly be applied to Emmie's wayward path downwards through the social structure — had been a pleasurable topic of conversation in her home town of Westerbridge for some ten years past, and those who had prophesied darkly that she would come to a bad end now reconciled their conscience with the assumption that justice had attended to the accuracy of their predictions. Such a one was Miss Mattingley of the Social Services who closed Emmie Forbes's file with a decisive, well-manicured finger, and some measure of relief. She could have recited the whole unedifying story like a tract for the times, adding her own tart epilogue—I told you so. Fecklessness she would have said lay at the root of all Emmie's troubles. At seventeen she had joined a protest march, its aims long forgotten, and disappeared into that evil world beyond the Tamar, returning to Westerbridge months later thick with child. Her family in true Cornish |
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