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Five Matchboxes

$35.95

After the police receive a warning of his impending murder, stockbroker Granville Collins is found shot dead in his office. The windows were closed, the door locked. The building was under police observation: no one except Collins entered, and no one left. And upon Collins' desk lay five empty matchboxes... From this curious evidence Chief Inspector Garth of Scotland Yard is led not only to the cause of the murder, but also to a crime the Yard had labeled 'Case Uncompleted'...

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Candles That Burn

$8.97

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: 'YOU ARE MORE BLESSED YOU ARE MORE BLESSED You are more blessed than other babies are: Your shining eyes grow brighter every day With radiance that reminds me of the star That showed where Jesus lay. I like to think that you are set apart, A flower that never sprang from earthly loam, A rose of Heaven that nestles in my heart And dreams about its home. TO A SICK CHILD I would make you cookies But you could not eat them; I would bring you roses But you would not care. In your scornful beauty, Arrogant and patient, Though I'd die to please you You lie silent there. Your once wanton sister Creeps about on tiptoe, And your brother hurries At your slightest nod: Watching at your bedside When you sleep I tremble Lest before you waken You go back to God. a Wind In The Night A WIND IN THE NIGHT A wind rose in the night, (She had always feared it so!) Sorrow plucked at my heart And I could not help but go. Softly I went and stood By her door at the end of the hall. Dazed with grief I watched The candles flaring and tall. The wind was wailing aloud: I thought how she would have cried For my warm familiar arms And the sense of me by her side. The candles flickered and leapt, The shadows jumped on the wall. She lay before me small and still And did not care at all. WHEN YOU HAD BEEN DEAD When you had been dead a week I entered a shining shop, And there in a neat pink row Lay little dolls made of soap. And I thought, I will take one home. How she will laugh to see it! How it will bob in her bath And slip through her dripping fingers! Only a moment I smiled. Only a moment I dreamed it. Then my heart stood still with pain And I went out into the darkne...

A Shilling for Candles

$3.79

When a woman's body washes up on an isolated stretch of beach, Scotland Yard's Inspector Alan Grant is on the case. The investigation turns into a nightmare of false leads and baffling clues. Was there anyone who didn't want lovely screen actress Christine Clay dead?

Candles: Making Candles And Candleholders

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Fifty Candles : 1587154331

$9.07

DEATH IN SAN FRANCISCO . . . Suddenly from across the hall came a cry, sharp, uncanny, terrible. I ran out in the direction from which it had come and stood on the threshold of the Drew dining room. A table was set with gleaming silver and white linen, and in its center stood a cake, on which fifty absurd pink candles flickered bravely. There appeared to be no one in the room. On the other side of the table a French window stood open to the fog, and I went around to investigate. I had taken perhaps a dozen steps when I stopped, appalled. Old Drew was lying on the carpet, and one yellow lean hand, always so adept at reaching out and seizing, held a corner of the white tablecloth. There was a dark stain on the left side of his dress coat; and when I pulled the coat back, I saw on the otherwise spotless linen underneath a great red circle that grew and grew. He was quite dead. I stood erect, and for a dazed uncertain moment I stared about the room. Beside me, on the table, fifty yellow points of flame trembled like human things terrified at what they had seen.

Candles That Burn (1919)

$16.95

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: YOU ARE MORE BLESSED YOU ARE MORE BLESSED You are more blessed than other babies are: Your shining eyes grow brighter every day With radiance that reminds me of the star That showed where Jesus lay. I like to think that you are set apart, A flower that never sprang from earthly loam, A rose of Heaven that nestles in my heart And dreams about its home. TO A SICK CHILD I would make you cookies But you could not eat them; I would bring you roses But you would not care. In your scornful beauty, Arrogant and patient, Though I'd die to please you You lie silent there. Your once wanton sister Creeps about on tiptoe, And your brother hurries At your slightest nod: Watching at your bedside When you sleep I tremble Lest before you waken You go back to God. A WIND IN THE NIGHT A WIND IN THE NIGHT A wind rose in the night, (She had always feared it so!) Sorrow plucked at my heart And I could not help but go. Softly I went and stood By her door at the end of the hall. Dazed with grief I watched The candles flaring and tall. The wind was wailing aloud: I thought how she would have cried For my warm familiar arms And the sense of me by her side. The candles flickered and leapt, The shadows jumped on the wall. She. lay before me small and still And did not care at all. WHEN YOU HAD BEEN DEAD When you had been dead a week I entered a shining shop, And there in a neat pink row Lay little dolls made of soap. And I thought, I will take one home. How she will laugh to see it! How it will bob in her bath And slip through her dripping fingers! Only a moment I smiled. Only a moment I dreamed it. Then my heart stood still with pain And I went out into the darkness....