Jekyll ULTRA VIRES CERTAINLY NOT. HAVE YOU BOTH LOST YOUR WITS?” snapped Chief Inspector Reeve the next afternoon, in his cramped office at Scotland Yard, where weak sunlight dribbled in the high, soaped window. Letters and scribbled notes piled his desk, and stacks of boxed files teetered. Evide...
Quickly, I strip off Eliza’s stupid clothes. Her dress falls in a damp heap, and I kick it aside. My pulse thunders, pounding black helldrums I can’t ignore, and freedom is sweet but it don’t satisfy me tonight. My fingers tremble, my palms are clammy, a flea-bitten itch creeps under my skin that...