he said, touching the brim of his hat. “The moon is most beguiling.”“Yes, it is quite lovely. I see you have been waiting for me.”“Yes.”“Not too long, I hope.”“Not at all. When a lovely lady is involved, it is never too long a wait, only too long between visits.” He grinned, assured that his ...
There wasn’t the slightest hint of life anywhere on Fifth Avenue: no people, cars or lights, and certainly no signs of Christmas. The streets were dark and ominous, disturbing to view, leading only into tunnels of alarming shadowy bleakness, where all life ended. The buildings were windowless and...