Sidney St. James

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Another whodunnit from St. James! Even the passage of the light slowed, and the sounds became as if they were muffled from a heavy blanket over someone’s face. Aside from the beating of his heart, not one muscle moved. The pounding inside beat a rhythm to the words of his execution, the cold steel from the blunt end of a heavy steel hammer had killed his nephew. Richard Dawson became white as… Read More