Coffin Corner

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Even case-hardened Inspector Schmidt had to admit that he had been presented with a curious corpse. “One hundred thirty pounds of athlete with no sugar in its blood, cotton up its nose, silk in its mouth, phony candy in its pocket and a woman’s bath powder on its pants.” Before Schmitty could catch up with the killer there was a second corpse, and the Inspector braced himself for one of the most peculiar investigations in his long career.