This story started here. “The key, from the dead man’s pocket, fits the lock of the Devane house.” “Tell me,” my employer purred, leaning forward. We were having our morning coffee on the deck. “I obtained this information,” I … Continue reading
This story started here. At the end of the following day, sitting in our room (it was drizzling outside), my employer and I compared notes. We had spent the day apart — she investigating the Devane family, me in … Continue reading
Well, to start, who is Thomas Carnacki? Thomas Carnacki was a supernatural detective, in stories written by William Hope Hodgson in the early 20th century. Carnacki himself was not supernatural (or, as he would have said “ab-natural”) — he just … Continue reading
This story started here. After we were seated, we started with drinks (at least Professor Lebrun and I did — my employer seldom drank). When the drinks arrived, the professor sipped his Tom Collins, nodded, took another sip, and … Continue reading
I’ve written before about my idea of how to best adapt a book into a movie: throw out the book and make a good movie (as Howard Hawks did, for example, when adapting To Have and Have Not, a mediocre … Continue reading
This story started here. In the living room of the large, dark house, three people seemed to be standing as far away from each other as they could. On the window end of the room, where I could see … Continue reading