A quick glance into the maida#39;s room showed her the bare, ticking-covered mattress of the bed lying exposed on the frame. ... It was probably something as simple as a blown fuse, but she had no idea where to begin searching for the fuse box.
|Title||:||The Man Next Door|
|Author||:||Cynthia V. Rooy|
|Publisher||:||Gems Contemporaries - 1997|