Viper - Raymond Thorp

THE TRUE AND TERRIFYING STORY OF A DRUG ADDICT

WDL BOOKS T.S.891

FIRST PRINTING 1960

LONDON, UK

FIRST PUBLISHED IN HARDBACK BY ROBERT HALE 1956

The Confessions of a Drug Addict

For the first time in this country since de Quincey, a drug addict has written his astounding confessions; a documentary that horrifies yet compels the reader to walk with Thorp into the half-light of London's drug world.

The author, a young clerk from suburbia, haunts the jazz clubs of Soho and finally begins to smoke Indian hemp - or marijuana. It is the first step on the road to prison and to a living death. Soon he is a "pusher" - agent for a drug ring selling hemp and heroin. He tells how London's two big dealers obtain their supplies, how they are distributed and where they are sold. Thorp holds nothing back. He writes of clubs and cafes where addicts gathered until Scotland Yard's vice squad, by raiding them, split up the gatherings. At one time he is living in a luxury flat, bought from the proceeds of illegal sales, but slowly he begins to slide to degradation.

Monkey On My Back - Wenzell Brown

Teen-Agers Caught In The Dope Racket

WDL BOOKS 275

1ST PRINTING FEBRUARY 1958

LONDON, UK

Here are the true and terrifying experiences of "junkies" who started "blasting" for thrills and couldn't "kick" the habit - and the crimes they committed to get "the monkey off their backs." Told by a man who lived with them intimately, and who spares no one in exposing the menace of teen-age drug addiction, it is a social document of the highest importance.

Cop Killer - George Bagby

"An Inspector Schmidt Mystery"

WDL BOOKS M914

LONDON, UK

1ST PRINTING 1959

COP KILLER

It wasn't a pretty world where Patrolman Bob Black walked his lonely beat. It was a jungle-world of cheap hookers, junkies, and smart alec kids who were tired, embittered old men at fifteen.

And one night, when Bob Black was keeping his solitary vigil, someone from that jungle came out of the shadows and made sure he would never keep it again.

Inspector Schmidt of Homicide and his shadow, George Bagby, realized that finding the murderer wouldn't be easy.

How could anyone find a killer in a jungle filled with killers - all of them cop haters.

COP KILLER

NOW, BLUE JEANS ARE ALWAYS WORN TIGHT AND NARROW...

But there's tight and then there's tight. And when they fit as tight as a skin, more naked than naked, then they have a special swagger that doesn't quite go with the clean-cut kid next door.

I mean the switchblade-set swagger.

It goes with the black-leather jackets, and those lousy ducktail haircuts, and those sullen-faced kids from the slums.

And sometimes it goes with murder.