Twenty-Nine: March 1887. Archie Purdey-James paused mid-stride as he ascended the stone steps leading into his club. The Strand moved on around him, yet his failed to notice its passing. Instead, he w… more →
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varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Twenty-Nine: March 1887. Archie Purdey-James paused mid-stride as he ascended the stone steps leadin … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Twenty-Eight: June 1888. It was done. The lifeless body of Tristram Brackley flopped down as Varney … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Twenty-Seven: February 1886. Some months had passed since the attack. My own injuries had healed. El … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Twenty-Six: January 1887. From Trafalgar Square to the Mall is the briefest of steps. Archie Purdey- … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Twenty-Five: June 1888. ‘We should be nice and private in here, heartface,’ Brackley cooed in a naus … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Twenty-Four: June 1888. Bekinscot fingered the dull black metal. ‘How the hell will this and Lillibe … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Twenty-Three: December 1885. After my return home, I tried to rest. Spurning the imprecations of my … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Twenty-Two: June 1888. ‘Dearheart, welcome… I have no idea who you are, but you know the knock, so y … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Twenty One: June 1888. It stood alone in the centre of the workshop. Dull yet gleaming, its iron fra … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Twenty: June 1888. He made his way through the busy streets as the shadows lengthened under gas lamp … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Nineteen: June 1888. ‘You can’t do that. It’s… insane, for God’s sakes. Inhuman.’ Haining whirled on … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Eighteen: November 1885. How I got out of that stableyard, I do not really know, even now. The relie … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Seventeen: June 1888. With a satisfied and salacious smack of the lips, Sir Francis Varney stepped b … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Sixteen: June 1888. ‘Lillibet…’ Bekinscot’s voice was hushed, a mix of horror and awe as Haining pul … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Fifteen: November 1885. For what seemed like an eternity, we stood facing each other. The exertion o … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Fourteen: June 1888. ‘ ‘Ello, darlin’, looking for someone?’ Her voice was like a corncrake, already … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Thirteen: June 1888. It was, as always, as he descended the stairs into the cellar, that Bekinscot m … more →
varneyjack wrote 1 year ago: Twelve: November 1885. A hammer. Heavy of shaft, with an iron head that looked as though it could st … more →