Virginia Perdue

	Alarum and Excursion - Virginia Perdue [1947] UK hardback first edition, first impression published in London by Jarrolds A VG++ book in VG+ or better price clipped dust jacket A nice clean solid book, very tidy No owner names or stamps etc The jacket is publisher price clipped, light wear to spine boottom, very clean and bright Synopsis Nick Matheny pieced together the awesome puzzle of the accident that had sent him to a sanatorium with traumatic amnesia. One by one he reconstructs, he probes, the circumstances of the explosion in his factory, the disappearance of his weak but beloved son, his wife's strange attitude towards the new management of the business, and the status of the new synthetic fuel formula, which was so urgently needed. As the ' dreadful picture unfolds itself Nick escapes from the sanatorium to ferret out the sinister changes that have disrupted his business and brought his active life to mi abrupt close. Virginia Perdue skilfully handles the difficult flashbacks in this unusual psychological drama. There are many scenes where the tricks of thought, the tenseness of apprehension, the visions through the deserted streets of blacked-out memory, poignantly work their stealth upon the reader's mind. A superb copy with absolutely wonderful period artwork! For Sale at £20 (approx $32) *b15 - free delivery worldwide !	Buy Secure - Enquire or Add to Cart
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Virginia Perdue - Sample THE FIRST BULLET missed him. It sang over his head and smacked into the bushes that grew in a row along the stout wire fence. He halted, angry and incredulous, but not much frightened. Here in the long valley, with its flying fields and aircraft plants, the dim-out was strictly enforced. A wall of darkness stood between him and the man with the gun. If he kept still, if no betraying footsteps crunched on the sandy rubble or set the dry grasses rustling, he was quite safe. He waited several minutes, until a 'plane rose from a near-by airfield. When the engines roared overhead, he began to run. The laboratory was not far away, though he saw it only as a shadow among lesser shadows, an angular black line against the sky. The second bullet cut right across his path. It smashed into a window. Broken glass pattered down on the brick steps. He ran past the door and around the corner. Here he paused, leaning against the wall, to catch his breath and quiet the heavy pounding of his heart. Eastward across the valley, dawn was scratching a grey pencil along the rim of the mountains. Somewhere in the darkness a bird stirred and whimpered in its sleep. He moved on beside the wall. The rough brick raked his fingers. Then he felt the cold smoothness of glass. He stopped at the blacked-out window and called in a low voice:

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