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(New page: * '''Author''': Dorothy Daniels * '''Publisher''': Warner * '''Year''': 1972 At my lively circus party, someone had arranged for me to die. When I reached the little terrier, the ...) |
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* '''Year''': 1972 | * '''Year''': 1972 | ||
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? | ||
Revision as of 23:33, 3 October 2007
- Author: Dorothy Daniels
- Publisher: Warner
- Year: 1972
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?
