By Peter O'Donnell
The rugged group of Modesty Blaise and her dependable lieutenant, Willie Garvin, tackle most unlikely odds as they battle Simon Delicta, a guy with a flavor for loss of life, and Swordmaster Wenczel in a duel to the loss of life. because the event unfolds, they usually shuttle from London to Panama to the depths of the Sahara wasteland, the pair will want all their killing talents to outlive.
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She shouted. ” I left the dogs in the play area, latched the gate behind me, then went up the hill to where Mrs. Murtaugh—wearing overalls and a corduroy car coat—stood outside the kennel building. It’s actually an old barn, rebuilt on the inside with concrete blocks and a cement ﬂoor, heated from underneath by a system of PVC hot-water pipes. Mrs. Murtaugh was standing by the front door watching Frankie and Ginger play. Her breath made little clouds in the foggy morning air. Ginger had the tennis ball in her mouth, tempting Frankie to make a grab for it, all the while knowing that if he did, she’d just run away and make him chase her.
A N OSE FOR M URDER 33 Flynn said that was all right—it was straightened out now, more or less. The Camden cop said, “I was just sayin’ we ought to call you anyways, Jack. ” “Hey, Carl. I didn’t know it was you. ” Flynn wanted to know. I explained that Sasha was a cocker spaniel I’d trained. She belonged to Gina Staub, Carl’s sister, who runs a T-shirt and souvenir shop on Main Street. “Gina says you’re originally from New York,” Carl said. “That’s right. ” He looked me over. ” “So what’d you do?
Then I took a six-foot cotton leash from inside the A N OSE FOR M URDER 27 jacket pocket, took hold of her leather collar, and made a handling error: I unhooked her from the tie-line before attaching her to the cotton leash. That’s when I heard the crunch of large boots on cold gravel. ” I hate when people do that. It’s such a disingenuous thing to say. ” I tried not to get too annoyed, though, because I’d promised Jamie I wouldn’t cause any trouble. So I ignored him. Besides, I still had my hands full with the dog who, from the ﬁrst moment she’d heard his voice, had begun to snarl and pull.
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