Captain Bolt announced to me and to every other person in the lobby. “Bold as brass. Trying to jiggle the lock. But we were watching, yes, sir. Just like you said.” His eyes roamed the grand geography of Mr. Barnaby’s person. “Now we know who’s been sneaking around here killing folks.” Bolt wore ...
NOPE, I AIN’T. WAY they cut that feller’s heart clean out.” The speaker was one Mr. Lennie Downs, a teamster who drew on the county payroll and whose fingers had an affinity for his nose. The rain fell in veils and curtains as the afternoon yearned toward evening. I shared the driver’s bench at t...
I fear some were intoxicated and, sadly, not only the boys. Oh, colorful they were, that squirming mass of apprentices and laboring lads, of chambermaids off for the night and huckster girls freed of flower carts and fruit trays. Got up bright in cast-off clothes, a benefit of certain domestic em...