Kate Heartfield
writer and editor
Stories on my site
The Jack of Diamonds went missing on a cold November night. I was the last person to see him — or at least, the last who was willing to admit it.
Dr. Audley was just clicking the padlock on the shutters, trying to keep his balance on the quaking ground, when Mrs. Knaggs strode down Chepe Street toward them, her handbag swinging like a mace.
