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* '''Author''': [[Dorothy Daniels]]
 
* '''Author''': [[Dorothy Daniels]]
 
* '''Publisher''': [[Warner]]  
 
* '''Publisher''': [[Warner]]  
 
* '''Year''': 1972
 
* '''Year''': 1972
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==Book Description==
 
At my lively circus party, someone had arranged for me to die. When I reached the little terrier, the star of the circus's dog act, he was dead. He had snatched food from the plate someone dressed as a clown had handed to me. Someone had tried to poison me, in my own house, at the annual party for the circus. Frozen with fear, I knelt beside him for a moment longer, my hand on his cold muzzle. A twig snapped in the underbrush nearby. No one knew I'd left the party to hunt for the dog in the woods. Had the killer stalked me here?
 
At my lively circus party, someone had arranged for me to die. When I reached the little terrier, the star of the circus's dog act, he was dead. He had snatched food from the plate someone dressed as a clown had handed to me. Someone had tried to poison me, in my own house, at the annual party for the circus. Frozen with fear, I knelt beside him for a moment longer, my hand on his cold muzzle. A twig snapped in the underbrush nearby. No one knew I'd left the party to hunt for the dog in the woods. Had the killer stalked me here?

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Book Description

At my lively circus party, someone had arranged for me to die. When I reached the little terrier, the star of the circus's dog act, he was dead. He had snatched food from the plate someone dressed as a clown had handed to me. Someone had tried to poison me, in my own house, at the annual party for the circus. Frozen with fear, I knelt beside him for a moment longer, my hand on his cold muzzle. A twig snapped in the underbrush nearby. No one knew I'd left the party to hunt for the dog in the woods. Had the killer stalked me here?