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Who were the intruders who left bloodstains and a sapphire brooch in Paul Farrell's flat? And, since nothing was taken, why should that flat be burgled at all? That was only the beginning. What, for instance, had become of Farrell's wife? And of the girl adopted by the vicar's sister? Why should that sister plant bulbs on a stranger's grave? And why should a Soho head-waiter, doing pretty well for himself, suddenly commit suicide? These were only some of the problems confronting Ludovic Travers and his old friends, Matthews and Jewle of Scotland Yard. A tangle, indeed, of intrigue, blackmail and murder that seemed unsolvable: and yet, when finally resolved, makes the reader wonder why he has not found the answers long before. This is vintage Christopher Bush. |