carnacki the ghost finder by william hope hodgson

“I received a letter a fortnight ago from a man I must call Anderson, asking for an appointment. And it is a story too! One of the most extraordinary things ever I have run against. The exact locality I am afraid I must not tell you but it is less than twenty miles from here though, except for changing a name, that won’t spoil the story. “As Dodgson was remarking just now, I’ve only been away a short time, and for a very good reason too–I’ve only been away a short distance. Later, when dinner was finished, Carnacki snugged himself comfortably down in his big chair, along with his pipe, and began his story, with very little circumlocution:– “That’s all,” he replied, with brevity and I changed the subject, remarking that I had been buying a new gun, to which piece of news he gave an intelligent nod, and a smile which I think showed a genuinely good-humored appreciation of my intentional changing of the conversation. “You’ve not been long away, this time,” I remarked, as I finished my soup forgetting momentarily Carnacki’s dislike of being asked even to skirt the borders of his story until such time as he was ready. Five minutes later, Carnacki, Arkright, Jessop, Taylor, and I were all engaged in the “pleasant occupation” of dining.

In response to Carnacki’s usual card of invitation to have dinner and listen to a story, I arrived promptly at 427, Cheyne Walk, to find the three others who were always invited to these happy little times, there before me.

Carnacki the ghost finder by william hope hodgson