The Crimson Thread (Paperback)

Roy J. Snell

ISBN 10: 1514295024 / ISBN 13: 9781514295021

Published by Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, 2015

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Paperback. Starting back with a suppressed exclamation of surprise on her lips, Lucile Tucker stared in mystification and amazement. What was this ghost-like apparition that had appeared at the entrance to the long dark passage-way? A young woman's face, a face of beauty and refinement, surrounded by a perfect circle of white. In the almost complete darkness of the place, that was all Lucile could see. And such a place for such a face-the far corner of the third floor of one of the largest department stores in the world. At that very moment, from somewhere out of the darkness, came the slow, deep, chiming notes of a great clock telling off the hour of ten. Two hours before midnight! And she, Lucile, was for a moment alone; or at least up to this moment she had thought herself alone. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.

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Bibliographic Details

• Title: The Crimson Thread (Paperback)
• Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
• Publication Date: 2015
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1514295024
• ISBN 13: 9781514295021
• Binding: Paperback
• Condition: new

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Synopsis

Starting back with a suppressed exclamation of surprise on her lips, Lucile Tucker stared in mystification and amazement. What was this ghost-like apparition that had appeared at the entrance to the long dark passage-way? A young woman’s face, a face of beauty and refinement, surrounded by a perfect circle of white. In the almost complete darkness of the place, that was all Lucile could see. And such a place for such a face—the far corner of the third floor of one of the largest department stores in the world. At that very moment, from somewhere out of the darkness, came the slow, deep, chiming notes of a great clock telling off the hour of ten. Two hours before midnight! And she, Lucile, was for a moment alone; or at least up to this moment she had thought herself alone.