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Pearl Choker - Roger East
1954 UK hardback first edition, first impression, Collins Crime Club, London A near VG book in unclipped (presumed supplied) dustwrapper The jacket has been trimmed losing about 2 or 3mm top and bottom No names, inscriptions or stamps etc A scarce book in jacket, the only one we've seen priced to reflect condition For Sale at £SOLD (approx $SOLD) * - Delivery Information ~ Free & Subsidised ~ Please Check |
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Twenty Five Sanitary Inspectors - Roger East
1985 UK hardback reprint, Collins Crime Club, London A near fine book in near fine unclipped dust wrapper No names, inscriptions or stamps etc The jacket shows just minor shelf rubs to extremeties A nice clean copy of a Golden Age clasic first published in 1935 For Sale at £SOLD - SORRY, CURRENTLY OUT OF STOCK (approx $SOLD) - Delivery Information ~ Free & Subsidised ~ Please Check |
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Kingston Black - Roger East
1960 UK hardback first edition, first impression, Collins Crime Club, London A near fine book in near fine unclipped dust wrapper No names, inscriptions or stamps etc The jacket shows no loss or tears A superb copy For Sale at £SOLD (approx $SOLD) * - Delivery Information ~ Free & Subsidised ~ Please Check |
AFTER AN uneventful flight from Karachi, where I had joined the plane-load of travellers anaesthetised by the luxury of intercontinental transportation, we hit fog over the North Sea. It was dusk and December and every second we bored on into the congested airlanes over London. There was a general feeling of anxiety: people talked, lit cigarettes, looked at watches: husbands reassured wives. I, personally, was far more scared at the idea of meeting my father and the girl I loved. It was no relief to me when we dropped out of the fog and found the light-pattern of Greater London spread below us. It was just a year ago that I had told my father that I would like to give up my job as an oil-geologist and become a writer. I had a specialised knowledge of isotype tags applied to fossil pollens, but I spent all my spare time writing poetry and short stories. One of the stories was published in a magazine read by writers. I described my heroine's hair as being " the colour of junk-shop mahogany." My father rather liked that and said: "Your girl, Fleur, she's got a kind of reddish hair, hasn't she ? " I blushed, but he wasn't looking, and invited me a few days later to his club and introduced me to a fellow member who was a literary agent. |
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