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"I came from football practice this afternoon at Turfhall grounds. The wind was blowing hard and there was a lot of dust in the air, when suddenly I saw a pigeon walking drunkenly on the pavement. It couldn't fly. I picked it up and it didn't even make an effort to escape. It looked very strange...as if it was sleeping." "Maybe it was sick," volunteered Gamat. "No, I had a good look at it. It look... More

"I came from football practice this afternoon at Turfhall grounds. The wind was blowing hard and there was a lot of dust in the air, when suddenly I saw a pigeon walking drunkenly on the pavement. It couldn't fly. I picked it up and it didn't even make an effort to escape. It looked very strange...as if it was sleeping." "Maybe it was sick," volunteered Gamat. "No, I had a good look at it. It looked healthy and well-fed. I felt its crop. It was full of mealies. You know what happened then?" "What?" "It fell stone cold dead. Right there in my hand, it dropped dead. I hadn't even squeezed it, so true as God." Tolly is mystified by the strange death of one of Boeta Braima's prize pigeons. He and his friend, Gamat, investigate and uncover a drug-smuggling ring run by Moosa, the cruel, ruthless "Godfather" of Hanover Park. But Tolly and Gamat's crime-busting is not without its setbacks. Their schemes are wrecked by unsuspecting adults, their schoolwork suffers and they find themselve

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