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Whenever the Mist...

Whenever the Mist...

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


The hoofbeats come through the mist at nightAnd the sound of clattering wheels,While Ursula sits at the Inn in fright,And we all know how that feels,T..
44. THE CASE OF THE SMUGGLER’S SHIP

44. THE CASE OF THE SMUGGLER’S SHIP

A Chapter by Peter Rogerson


Maybe this is the first time a petrol engine was disabled in this way....