A neat find on eBay: someone’s in the last day of an auction on a Harry Stephen Keeler book with a letter from ol’ Harry himself tucked in. Keeler notes one of the more unusual uses for a bookstore that I’ve heard of: he found one of his own books (X Jones of Scotland Yard) in a second hand Chicago bookstore… “which was a front for an elaborate bookie joint!”
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