β Scribed by John Creasey
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
When he died in 1973, John Creasey was the world's most prolific author, with 562 books selling over 80 million copies worldwide. This classic Creasey mystery, first published in 1948, features an amazing showdown in the boxing ring between the toughest fighter in the whole of London and a man who should never have put on the gloves.
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