The Dain Curse
The Continental Op is a short, squat, and utterly unsentimental tank of a private detective. Miss Gabrielle Dain Leggett is young, wealthy, and a devotee of morphine and religious cults. She has an unfortunate effect on the people around her: they have a habit of dying violently. Is Gabrielle the...
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The Continental Op is a short, squat, and utterly unsentimental tank of a private detective. Miss Gabrielle Dain Leggett is young, wealthy, and a devotee of morphine and religious cults. She has an unfortunate effect on the people around her: they have a habit of dying violently. Is Gabrielle the victim of a family curse? Or is the truth about her weirder and infinitely more dangerous? The Dain Curse is one of the Continental Op's most bizarre cases, and a tautly crafted masterpiece of suspense.
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Format: paperback
ISBN:
9780679722601 (0679722602)
ASIN: 679722602
Publish date: July 17th 1989
Publisher: Vintage
Pages no: 233
Edition language: English
Category:
Classics,
Novels,
Literature,
American,
Mystery,
Detective,
Thriller,
Mystery Thriller,
Crime,
Noir,
Hard Boiled
Series: The Continental Op (#2)
(Original Review, 1981-03-08)"We don't do it that way...You're a storywriter. I can't trust you not to build up on what I tell you. I'll save mine till after you've spoken your piece, so yours won't be twisted to fit mine."In “The Dain Curse” by Dashiell Hammett"'Are you -- who make your living snoo...
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