That is not to be, as in this moth-eaten tale of an honest cop versus the criminal underworld, there is nothing we have not seen and been weary of in the past.
We sit in the moth-eaten upstairs lounge overlooking the St Helen's ground, with the surf pounding the adjacent beach.
Archie performs his moth-eaten variety act before dwindling audiences in dog-eared music hall theatres.
Looking back at me was the late Bill Rose, grumpier and more moth-eaten than I remembered.
After the room was filled with the warmth of the cheery fire, I tossed the newspaper onto the moth-eaten sofa and sat down behind my desk to at last fill out the bills I'd neglected the day before.
When you think of seaside hotels, moth-eaten candlewick bedspreads and ferocious landladies usually come to mind.
He covered her with the moth-eaten blankets and the stale smell of the room clung to the walls and to her.
Riley lay on his moth-eaten sofa, dead to the world.
Mr. Monkey turns out to be a moth-eaten glove puppet.
We had a sheriff who played Santa Claus every year decked out in an unconvincing, moth-eaten , red suit.