Name: The middle Temple murder (en Inglés)
SKU: 61530195
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Author: Ballin, G-Ph ; Fletcher, J. S.
ISBN: 9781544037738

portada The middle Temple murder (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

J. S. Fletcher

Editorial

Createspace

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

308

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

22.9x15.2x1.6 cm

Peso

0.41 kg.

ISBN13

9781544037738

Categorías

Crímenes y misterio

The middle Temple murder (en Inglés)

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Extract: THE SCRAP OF GREY PAPER As a rule, Spargo left the Watchman office at two o'clock. The paper had then gone to press. There was nothing for him, recently promoted to a sub-editorship, to do after he had passed the column for which he was responsible; as a matter of fact he could have gone home before the machines began their clatter. But he generally hung about, trifling, until two o'clock came. On this occasion, the morning of the 22nd of June, 1912, he stopped longer than usual, chatting with Hacket, who had charge of the foreign news, and who began telling him about a telegram which had just come through from Durazzo. What Hacket had to tell was interesting: Spargo lingered to hear all about it, and to discuss it. Altogether it was well beyond half-past two when he went out of the office, unconsciously puffing away from him as he reached the threshold the last breath of the atmosphere in which he had spent his midnight. In Fleet Street the air was fresh, almost to sweetness, and the first grey of the coming dawn was breaking faintly around the high silence of St. Paul's. Spargo lived in Bloomsbury, on the west side of Russell Square. Every night and every morning he walked to and from the Watchman office by the same route-Southampton Row, Kingsway, the Strand, Fleet Street. He came to know several faces, especially amongst the police; he formed the habit of exchanging greetings with various officers whom he encountered at regular points as he went slowly homewards, smoking his pipe. And on this morning, as he drew near to Middle Temple Lane, he saw a policeman whom he knew, one Driscoll, standing at the entrance, looking about him......