Regardless of the finest cloaks and wimpoles worn by Mr. Badman, his fate remains the same as if he was a common thief. Mr. De'Athman greets his new charge with the scavengers dance, like a segull relishing rubbish.
The Pale Horse was a converted Tudor inn tucked away in an English village, inhabited by the local witch, a learned female occultist and an inane medium draped in saris and beads.
Mark Eastbrook might have dismissed them as three harmless fools – if he had not suspected that the house was the headquarters of a gang that specialized in the removal of rich, unwanted relatives…
Or something like that.
Portraits – Caricatures – Illustrations
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