Difference between revisions of "The Squeaker"
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| + | "Barrabel went slowly back to his office, and, unlocking his safe, took out a steel box, which he opened. It contained numerous slips of paper on which were typed, in some cases only a few lines, in others quite long messages. They had all been typed on the same machine, and every one was a "squeak." There was no signature. The paper was identical with all the other papers that had ever come to him. | ||
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| + | "Somewhere in London was a receiver on the grand scale: a man with his agents in every district, his finger in every illicit pie; and these little strips of paper represented the price that thieves pay who took their loot for sale elsewhere. | ||
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| + | "Inspector Barrabel stroked his silky moustache again and looked at the papers through half-closed eyes. | ||
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| + | "'Squeaker', he said softly, 'I'm going to get you!'" | ||
==Cover Variation (By Release Date)== | ==Cover Variation (By Release Date)== | ||
Latest revision as of 15:42, 17 November 2012
| By Edgar Wallace | |
| Publisher | Harlequin Romance #420 |
| Release Month | 1958 (US) |
| Harlequin Romance Series # | |
| Preceded by | Nurse Warding Takes Charge |
| Followed by | The Golden Amazon's Triumph |
- Author: Edgar Wallace
- Publisher: Harlequin Romance #420
- Year: 1958
Book Description
"Barrabel went slowly back to his office, and, unlocking his safe, took out a steel box, which he opened. It contained numerous slips of paper on which were typed, in some cases only a few lines, in others quite long messages. They had all been typed on the same machine, and every one was a "squeak." There was no signature. The paper was identical with all the other papers that had ever come to him.
"Somewhere in London was a receiver on the grand scale: a man with his agents in every district, his finger in every illicit pie; and these little strips of paper represented the price that thieves pay who took their loot for sale elsewhere.
"Inspector Barrabel stroked his silky moustache again and looked at the papers through half-closed eyes.
"'Squeaker', he said softly, 'I'm going to get you!'"
