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191 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1940
He carried the tray into his sitting room and read, while he was eating, a book the doctor had lent him called Bulldog Drummond. How delightfully easy the career of an Intelligence agent would be if only life were a little more like that! One went about upon entirely unlawful occasions armed with automatics and never, never met a policeman at the wrong moment. [page 259]
". . . It's odd, isn't it, to think of the germs of tuberculosis, of smallpox and of cholera as being vegetables? But they are."