By ed. Edgar W. Smith
First version. An day trip into the typical lifetime of Sherlock Holmes as visible via a couple of wonderful 'Sherlockians' with revelations from the likes of Vincent Starrett, Heywood Broun, Stephen Vincent Benet, Rex Stout, Dorothy L. Sayers, Belden Wigglesworth, Fletcher Pratt, Rufus S. Tucker, Dr. Charles S. Goodman, Logan Clendening, and Felix Morley between others. Illustrated through Julian Brazelton and Frederic Dorr Steele, with an advent via Louis Untermeyer and Julian Wolff . Endpapers offering maps of the realm Strictly in accordance with Doyle within the entrance and the British Isles within the rear. An embossed, black silhouette of Sherlock Holmes looks within the entrance conceal. a few hide rubbing. xv, v , 312 pages. cloth.. small 8vo..
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The one at the suitcase nodded his head toward the closed bathroom door. "In there," he said. " He had the same sort of accent as the first one, and the "please" was a surprise. Like some levels of law, maybe federal. But not with the accents. And not with the feel of them, the general manner. Parker put his hands out to his sides, and number two patted him up and down. It was a thorough frisk but not a professional one. He took too long to cover the territory, as though he wasn't sure of his ability to get it right.
Formutesca said something, very fast. The other two looked excited and said things. Gonor shook his head, looking angry, and snapped something back at them. " Parker said. "General Goma," said Formutesca. "Yes," said Gonor. He turned back to Parker. "You see," he said, "Dhaba was formed from parts of two former colonies. There were certain white factions who wanted to retain control through front men, primarily through General Goma, who was the other candidate in our first election. " Gonor said, "Nothing could come of it.
Parker looked that way, and through the glass he saw three men, black, short, dressed in slacks and short-sleeved shirts, standing out there. They were in a little cluster and they seemed to be talking to one another, but the one in the middle was looking directly at Parker. It was Gonor. " He'd called Handy before leaving New York and told him not to give his address to the people from Dhaba any more. But here they were. " "I'll be back," he said, and got to his feet and went out of the restaurant.