{"product_id":"2940016092836","title":"The Man Who Changed His Skin: A Pulp Classic By Harry Stephen Keeler! AAA+++","description":"Excerpt:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eClark Shellcross, striding fiercely up the steps of the charming little white-painted cottage at 242 Flower Street, wondered what in heaven's name he was going to say to this lovely being inside who had given him the ultimatum of ultimatums!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Maybe--maybe,\" he said, worriedly, as he reached the portico-covered front stoop, \"the arguments will come to me--as I try to turn her off of her stand. Only--for every argument I bring--what will she bring? Ow! Yes, what?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was reaching up now to jerk on the burnished bronze pull-bell on the front door. Which reflected almost dazzlingly into his eyes a stray beam of the early-April 9 o'clock morning sunlight that had somehow bored its way through the slight mist that hung just now over Boston. But paused--hand in mid air.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But do I look right now like a million dollars?\" he queried himself sagely. \"Or like some kind of a--a woebegone--hangdog? Maybe I'd better check--on that!\"\u003cbr\u003eAnd hastily withdrawing his hand, he raised the brown tweed overcoat that shrouded him, thanks to the preternaturally cool wave that had been sweeping in off the sea during last night and this early morning, enough to grope in his right hip pocket and bring up one pocket mirror plus--of all things!--the perfumed note containing that ultimatum of all ultimatums.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRemoving his widebrimmed soft brown felt hat as though he were facing the Queen of England instead of a simple white-painted door, and passing the perfumed folded note tenderly to the fingers of the left hand clutching that hat, he surveyed himself critically in the handglass held in his now free remaining hand. Saw therein a young man of 27 or so, with decidedly blond hair, and the bluest of blue eyes, gazing out from regular features which had once been declared to be, by a professor of anthropology, more Anglo-Saxon than Britain and Saxony combined! Whatever inner habiliments were under the face were not in the glass for the simple reason that the brown tweed overcoat was buttoned to the neck. Satisfied now, however, that no hangdog stood at the threshold of 242 Flower Street, Boston, Massachusetts, Clark popped the handmirror into his side coat pocket, thrust his brown felt hat back atop his blond locks, the perfumed note into his lefthand coat pocket, and again raised his right hand toward the pull-bell.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAgain, however, he held it aloft.","brand":"BDP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47121393058032,"sku":"2940016092836","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940016092836_p0.jpg?v=1763628556","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940016092836","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}