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“How do you do?” “How do you do?” echoed Mr. Ingleby. They gazed at one another with the faint resentment of two cats at their first meeting. Mr. Hankin smiled kindly at them both.”

Quote by Dorothy L. Sayers

Book:Murder Must Advertise
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Murder Must Advertise

In this detective novel, the protagonist is an advertising executive who solves a series of murders within the industry. more

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Dorothy L. Sayers
Dorothy L. Sayers

Dorothy L. Sayers was an English writer renowned for her detective novels. Her works are celebrated for their unique literary style and profound insights into criminal psychology. Sayers' detective novels typically feature the character of Valery West, a female detective, whose stories offer not only suspenseful plots but also delve into moral and philosophical issues. more

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