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He Looked From The Phone To The Unconscious Figure Of The Salesman. "what Did You Do To Him?" He Asked. "he Got The Wrong Number," Alex Said.

My Perfect Reader Doesn't Just Read - He Or She Devours Books.

…my Life Has Been A Remarkable One. Maybe One Day Someone Will Write A Book About Me . . .” "i’ve Never Much Cared For Horror Stories.

I Hear It Still. As I Lay Down My Pen And Take To My Bed, I Am Aware Of The Bow Being Drawn Across The Bridge And The Music Rises Into The Night Sky. It Is Far Away And Barely Audible - But There It Is! A Pizzicato. Then A Tremelo. The Style Is Unmistakable. It Is Sherlock Holmes Who Is Playing. It Must Be. I Hope With All My Heart That He Is Playing For Me . . .

What Happened?" He Demanded. "i Heard An Explosion!" "yeah.that Was Me. I Set The Boat Alight." "what?" "i Set Fire To The Boat." "but We're On The Boat!" "i Know.