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Died in the wool
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Política de Devoluciones. |
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| The brilliant Ngaio Marsh ranks with Aghata Chistie and Dorothy Sayers. TIME LIT. SUPP. A hot summer afternoon... A New Zealand wool auction... A Japanese spy among the buyers... "Dead wool?" said the buyer, paling visibly at the smell. He plunged the iron hook into the bale. "Why, I''ve never bougth dead wool in my life, least of all from Mount Moon. Dead rat, more likely - cor, what a pong! Here, let''s have a look..." He removd the hook. A strand of metallie gold hair was twisted about it...  Ir al inicio |
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