Ghostlier Things (Ghosts of London Book 6) by Nic Saint

Author:Nic Saint [Saint, Nic]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Puss in Print Publications
Published: 2018-02-21T23:00:00+00:00

Sir Hugh McCrudden wheeled himself back into the parlor. He wondered if he’d done the right thing by not giving these two up to the police. He was beholden to Jarrett’s father, of course, who’d once helped him out of a big financial mess. But still. He was a firm believer in law and order, and if it were up to him, the death penalty would never have been abolished, miscreants still swinging cheerfully from the gallows or having their heads skillfully chopped off by one of the able-bodied executioners on Her Majesty’s payroll.

Then again, there was something about these two—something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He’d always prided himself on being a good judge of character, and for some reason he didn’t think Harry McCabre, whatever the newspapers said about her, was capable of murder. She wasn’t the type.

And as he let his eye roam across the many artifacts he’d collected, he nodded to himself. No, he’d done the right thing. He wouldn’t turn them in.

Just then, a sudden noise startled him. Without turning, he asked, “Norbert? Is that you?”

A chill suddenly ran down his spine. There was a sudden nip in the air, in spite of his insistence that his staff keep the house well heated at all times. His health was precarious, and he intended to extend it past the due date his doctors had put on it.

There. Another slight noise. An almost imperceptible footfall.

“Norbert?” he called out again.

He turned his wheelchair and that’s when he saw him. A hulking figure was looming over him, almost as if it was studying him. It was clothed in a long black cloak, its features obscured by a wide hood, a pair of yellow eyes gazing down at him.

There was a flash of light, and a sword rose from the folds of the intruder’s cloak. He recognized the sword. It was part of his collection. Still razor-sharp.

“No!” he cried, holding up his bony arm in feeble defense.

There was another flash, and the next moment Sir Hugh was rendered speechless for the first time in his life, a cut neatly slicing his neck from ear to ear. Like many of the victims of his great hero Henry VIII, he’d lost his head.

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