Then…Now…Whenever… is composed of twelve short stories that span centuries and continents from Victorian England, to contemporary America, to the realm of vivid imagination. THEN is composed of four stories prior to the mid 1930’s, three of ...
ThenNowWhenever is composed of twelve short stories that span centuries and continents from Victorian England, to contemporary America, to the realm of vivid imagination.THEN is composed of four stories prior to the mid 1930s, three of which are set ...
He turned up the light, filled and lit a pipe, and then turned to the note from Sherlock Holmes. It read: "Pitt-Inspector MacLeish paid me a visit this evening to discuss the particulars of a murder that occurred at Coldfall Lodge, Tetherdown. Mr. A...
The short story, The Kendal Affair, first appeared in my collection of short stories titled, The Sherlock Holmes Adventure. Though complete in itself, it left unanswered questions for Victorian enquiry agent, Joshua Pitt, and prompted a second and lo...
The short story, The Kendal Affair, first appeared in my collection of short stories titled, The Sherlock Holmes Adventure. Though complete in itself, it left unanswered questions for Victorian enquiry agent, Joshua Pitt, and prompted a second and lo...
Evan Begay, Navajo, is a modern day amateur archeologist. While on a trip to the Jemez Mountains, he stumbles on a cave filled with Inca gold artifacts and pictographs that tell the story of a great Anasazi migration. But he is being watched. The day...
Joshua Pitt, enquiry agent in London England of 1896, has just returned from Ireland when he receives two telegrams, both from Kendal England. One is from a friend and distant relative asking for advice, and the other from a wealthy previous client w...
December 1939. Nighttime Manhattan. Snow mixed with rain. Two shots ring out in an alley. Max Grant, private investigator, two double bourbons under his belt, enters the alley to investigate. A man, two bullets in his chest, dying, paws at his coa...
Max Grant, private investigator, slipped his right hand inside his coat and wrapped it around the butt of his .38 snubnose. A few feet from the entrance to his building he paused, staring through a couple double-double bourbons and nighttime fog. The...