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1736953Bulldog Drummondhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/bulldog-drummond-6/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/310630/234a3bcd-737c-4619-9f15-ae7805f18e5d.jpg?v=6383341982173700002121MXNeBooksInStock/Ebooks/<p>In the month of December, 1918, and on the very day that a British Cavalry Division marched into Cologne, with flags flying and bands playing as the conquerors of a beaten nation, the manager of the Hotel Nationale in Berne received a letter. Its contents appeared to puzzle him somewhat, for having read it twice he rang the bell on his desk to summon his secretary. Almost immediately the door opened, and a young French girl came into the room.</p><p>Monsieur rang? She stood in front of the managers desk, awaiting instructions.</p><p>Have we ever had staying in the hotel a man called le Comte de Guy? He leaned back in his chair and looked at her through his pincenez.</p><p>The secretary thought for a moment and then shook her head. Not so far as I can remember, she said.</p><p>Do we know anything about him? Has he ever fed here, or taken a private room?</p><p>Again the secretary shook her head.</p><p>Not that I know of.</p><p>The manager handed her the letter, and waited in silence until she had read it.</p><p>It seems on the face of it a peculiar request from an unknown man, he remarked as she laid it down. A dinner of four covers; no expense to be spared. Wines specified, and if not in the hotel to be obtained. A private room at halfpast seven sharp. Guests to ask for room X.</p><p>The secretary nodded in agreement.</p><p>It can hardly be a hoax, she remarked after a short silence.</p><p>No. The manager tapped his teeth with his pen thoughtfully. But if by any chance it was, it would prove an expensive one for us. I wish I could think who this Comte de Guy is.</p><p>He sounds like a Frenchman, she answered. Then after a pause: I suppose youll have to take it seriously?</p><p>I must. He took off his pincenez and laid them on the desk in front of him. Would you send the matre dhtel to me at once?</p>...1710234Bulldog Drummond2121https://www.gandhi.com.mx/bulldog-drummond-6/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/310630/234a3bcd-737c-4619-9f15-ae7805f18e5d.jpg?v=638334198217370000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20181230002170466_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_<p>In the month of December, 1918, and on the very day that a British Cavalry Division marched into Cologne, with flags flying and bands playing as the conquerors of a beaten nation, the manager of the Hotel Nationale in Berne received a letter. Its contents appeared to puzzle him somewhat, for having read it twice he rang the bell on his desk to summon his secretary. Almost immediately the door opened, and a young French girl came into the room.</p><p>Monsieur rang? She stood in front of the managers desk, awaiting instructions.</p><p>Have we ever had staying in the hotel a man called le Comte de Guy? He leaned back in his chair and looked at her through his pincenez.</p><p>The secretary thought for a moment and then shook her head. Not so far as I can remember, she said.</p><p>Do we know anything about him? Has he ever fed here, or taken a private room?</p><p>Again the secretary shook her head.</p><p>Not that I know of.</p><p>The manager handed her the letter, and waited in silence until she had read it.</p><p>It seems on the face of it a peculiar request from an unknown man, he remarked as she laid it down. A dinner of four covers; no expense to be spared. Wines specified, and if not in the hotel to be obtained. A private room at halfpast seven sharp. Guests to ask for room X.</p><p>The secretary nodded in agreement.</p><p>It can hardly be a hoax, she remarked after a short silence.</p><p>No. The manager tapped his teeth with his pen thoughtfully. But if by any chance it was, it would prove an expensive one for us. I wish I could think who this Comte de Guy is.</p><p>He sounds like a Frenchman, she answered. Then after a pause: I suppose youll have to take it seriously?</p><p>I must. He took off his pincenez and laid them on the desk in front of him. Would you send the matre dhtel to me at once?</p>...1230002170466_eBookslibro_electonico_da126cbf-c24a-3161-8497-d6fd4663ba15_1230002170466;1230002170466_1230002170466Sapper .InglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/1039d2e2-b050-4fe7-ab6f-49d20119c854-epub-a36aa10e-e5bf-4ead-9899-104d96eb8de2.epub2018-02-21T00:00:00+00:00eBooks