Lure of Champa by Stephen Wart
Lure of Champa [dropcap2]T[/dropcap2]he door bell rang and I wondered ‘who could be there at this time of the day’. I was alone in my eighth floor flat, in a multistory apartment. It was my manservant’s Sunday-off and the maid had done the dishes and gone. My only son had married and settled in America. […]
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