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DIED IN THE WOOL by Ngaio Marsh 1949 Pocket Book 626 Bernard Safran Cover Illustrator s0204
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DIED IN THE WOOL by Ngaio Marsh
Pocket Book #626, Original Copyright March, 1945... Pocket Book Edition October, 1949...Front cover illustration by Bernard Safran.
Cover is tight, spine is square. Pages tight and lightly yellowed. One minor crease on front cover. Some chipping on the front covers. The only marks seen inside or outside of the book is the owners name on the first page.
From the Back Cover:
"The smell's coming from that bale." "Split it open," Mr. Joseph commanded.
The storeman thrust the iron hook into the bale, then stopped. "I'm quitting. That stink reminds me of dead people."
"It's only a rat," Mr. Joseph argued.
The storeman braced himself against the bale and pulled. Screaming, he flung the hook at Mr. Joseph's feet. A strand of metallic-gold hair was twisted about it!
Florence Rubrick had been killed and her body pressed into a bale of wool. When Inspector Roderick Alleyn is called in on the case, violence flares anew. And before the night of reckoning comes, more blood is spilled under an already bloody moon!"
Author: ...............Ngaio Marsh
Publisher: ........... Pocket Book
Binding: .............. Softcover
Copyright: ........... 1945
Published ............October, 1949
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Pocket Book #626, Original Copyright March, 1945... Pocket Book Edition October, 1949...Front cover illustration by Bernard Safran.
Cover is tight, spine is square. Pages tight and lightly yellowed. One minor crease on front cover. Some chipping on the front covers. The only marks seen inside or outside of the book is the owners name on the first page.
From the Back Cover:
"The smell's coming from that bale." "Split it open," Mr. Joseph commanded.
The storeman thrust the iron hook into the bale, then stopped. "I'm quitting. That stink reminds me of dead people."
"It's only a rat," Mr. Joseph argued.
The storeman braced himself against the bale and pulled. Screaming, he flung the hook at Mr. Joseph's feet. A strand of metallic-gold hair was twisted about it!
Florence Rubrick had been killed and her body pressed into a bale of wool. When Inspector Roderick Alleyn is called in on the case, violence flares anew. And before the night of reckoning comes, more blood is spilled under an already bloody moon!"
Author: ...............Ngaio Marsh
Publisher: ........... Pocket Book
Binding: .............. Softcover
Copyright: ........... 1945
Published ............October, 1949
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