It had all the ingredients of a made-for-TV movie. The newly appointed colonial governor of a subtropical resort isle is taking the evening breeze in the manicured gardens of the governor's mansion. At his side are his handsome young aide-de-camp and his pet Great Dane. Suddenly a shadow comes to life, gunfire shatters the calm and the Governor and his aide fall dead. Even the dog lies lifeless. A state of emergency is declared, the airport is monitored and homicide experts are flown in from Scotland Yard . . .
At week's end, this all too real mystery story had...
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