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A GROUP OF ILLUSTRATIONS BY THE GREAT WILLIAM HEATH-ROBINSON

FOR JOHN BOYNTON PRIESTLEY AND GERARD BULLETT'S MASTERLY PASTICHE OF THE 'GOLDEN AGE' THRILLER

I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING (1932-1933)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE NONESUCH GALLERY ARE DELIGHTED TO PRESENT THIS GROUP OF ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS, PRODUCED FOR THE SERIALISATION OF THE ABOVE STORY IN NASH'S PALL MALL MAGAZINE, MARCH - OCTOBER 1932. 

 

PRICES RANGE FROM £1,000 - 1,500

WORKS ARE AVAILABLE IN GROUPS AND INDIVIDUALLY AS THEY ARE SHOWN

 

 DIFFERENT ARRANGEMENTS OR INDIVIDUAL WORKS ARE ALSO AVAILABLE UPON REQUEST.

 

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ALL SHEETS' DIMENSIONS ARE THE SAME, THOUGH SOME HAVE TEARS. WE HAVE PHOTOGRAPHED EACH SHEET TO SHOW THE MAIN IMAGE (I.E. THE SUBJECT); FULL IMAGES OF EACH SHEET ARE AVAILABLE UPON REQUEST. 

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"THEY REPRESENTED ALL SHAPES AND SIZES, ALL COLOURS AND KINDS. FAT AND THIN, TALL AND SHORT, WHISKERED AND SHAVEN; BROWN SHOES, BLACK SHOES, RED CANVAS SHOES, PLIMSOLLS, HOBNAILS; BOWLER HATS..."

"...AN IMMENSE PISTOL AND IN THE OTHER HAND A CURVED SWORD...HE LOOKED LIKE ON OF THE MURDERERS IN A HEARTY AND REALISTIC PRODUCTION OF MACBETH..."

"...the leetle bones and ashes of the Iron Prophet...Of him you have heard in your history, eh?" 


Simon rapidly searched his memory.  No, he confessed, he had never heard of the Iron Prophet, the Prophet Yann.  "It's rather out of my place and period," he added, feeling that something of the sort must be said for the honour of Cambridge scholarship."

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"IN THE BAR WERE THREE GENTLEMEN OF A MILITARY CUT, YAPPING TOGETHER LIKE FOX TERRIERS. THEY WERE STRAIGHT, STIFF, WELL-GROOMED MEN IN THEIR FORTIES AND TO OLIVER'S EYE THEY WERE ALL EXACTLY ALIKE. THEY HAD LITTLE CLOSE LIPPED MOUSTACHES, AND A STACCATO, CLOSE-LIPPED MANNER OF SPEECH, ADMIRABLE FOR COMMANDING DOOMED BATTALIONS TO ATTACK IMPREGNABLE SALIENTS"

"I TAKES 'EM IN CHARGE, AND PUTS 'EM IN MY NOTEBOOK" SAID DUMBLE. THE LIGHT OF INTELLIGENCE SHONE IN HIS EYES..."

"BUT ME NO BUTS, SIMON. THIS IS NO TIME FOR YOUR CLEVER SOPHISTRIES.  WE MUST ACT, COUSIN, AND AT ONCE. AND THE FIRST THING TO DO IS DISGUISE OURSELVES..."