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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Lestrade felt his heart fall through his rib-slats and hit the floor.
Bradstreet, please tell me you did not bring Mr. Holmes in while I was stark staring mad.
What do you take me for? He came himself. Needed a clip of your hair.
What in God’s Teeth did he want with a clip of my hair? Lestrade shouted. All things considered, he was proud of himself for not screaming. Without intending it, he reached up to seek out that offending spot in the back. With horrible clarity he now knew the cause of his earlier hair-dressing dilemma.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Lestrade felt his heart fall through his rib-slats and hit the floor.
Bradstreet, please tell me you did not bring Mr. Holmes in while I was stark staring mad.
What do you take me for? He came himself. Needed a clip of your hair.
What in God’s Teeth did he want with a clip of my hair? Lestrade shouted. All things considered, he was proud of himself for not screaming. Without intending it, he reached up to seek out that offending spot in the back. With horrible clarity he now knew the cause of his earlier hair-dressing dilemma.