Vera Caspary

	Stranger than Truth - Vera Caspary 1947 British hardcover first edition, first impression published in London by Eyre & Spottiswoode The author's fourth mystery book following in the tradition of the classic Laura A VG++ book in unclipped dustwrapper The book is very clean and tidy, a lovely copy Neat gift inscription but no stamps and a nice tight squar binding The jacket is unclipped, still clean and bright, very nice No loss, lightest of edge rubs Quote "This book will surely establish Miss Caspary even more firmly on the shelves of British Crime Readers" A particularly nice copy and a great author For Sale at £SOLD - SORRY, CURRENTLY OUT OF STOCK (approx $SOLD) - free delivery worldwide !	Buy Secure - Enquire or Add to Cart
	Bedelia written by Vera Caspary 1945 UK hardback 1st edition, 1st impression - Eyre & Spottiswoode, London The author's second book ! A VG+ book in unclipped dustcover The book is still very solid and tidy, light tan, small neat inscription to endpaper The jacket has no real loss, just light wear to spine ends Overall a tidy dust jacket Synopsis Vera Caspary's " Laura" was the thriller success of 1944. As novel, play and film it must have been read and seen by hundreds of thousands. In "Bedelia" the author has written a book which is just as engrossing as a thriller and even better as a novel. The tension keeps the most blase alert, there are no conventional detective story tricks, and in the last resort, the problem is a psychological one, to which, to a certain extent, every reader can give his own solution. Bedelia is already being filmed in Hollywood for British production early in the New Year. A nice copy nad not comon in a decent jacket For Sale at £22 (approx $35) *w1 - free delivery worldwide !	Buy Secure - Enquire or Add to Cart

Vera Caspary ~ Sample His WIFE CAME into the room and Charlie turned to watch her. She wore a dark-blue velvet dress whose sheath skirt was slit to show her pretty ankles and high-heeled bronze pumps. The Yule log caught fire. Flames licked the crusty bark. This was a great moment for Charlie. He had cut the log himself and had had it drying in the shed for a whole year. BedeKa, perceiving his pleasure, flashed him a smile and skipped across the Orientals to the love-seat, perched beside him, and rested her head against his shoulder. He took her hand. The Yule log cast its ruddy glow upon them. At this moment, ten minutes after five on December twenty-fifth, 1913, Charlie Horst believed himself the luckiest man in the world. This was to be his wife's first Christmas in Charlie's house. They had been married in August. She was a tiny creature, lovable as a kitten. Her eyes were lively, dark, and always slightly moist. In contrast with her brunette radiance, Charlie seemed all the more pallid, angular, and restrained. In the bow window from which the love-seat had been removed stood a tree whose boughs were festooned with tinsel, hung with colored globes and spirals, flannel angels, papier-mache reindeer, gingerbread Santa Clauses, cardboard houses, and peppermint canes. Underneath it, instead of the usual glaring white cotton sheet, was an arrangement of fir boughs upon green paper, simulating the floor of the forest. On the dining-room table was another of Bedelia's clever arrangements. The centerpiece of white narcissus seemed actually to be growing out of a bank of holly and laurel leaves.

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