Room 2D

From Blushes 30 The summer of 1940 was a strange time. Not only were the German armies pouring across Europe, leaving a trail of destruction, but many people found themselves uprooted from their usual surroundings and involved in unusual adventures. Peter Wilson was one of these. Whilst waiting to go into the Army, he answered an advertisement requiring a tutor for six months at an address in Southern Ireland. He was accepted for the post, the pay was good, and, a week later, he arrived at Strathbally Castle to find that his job was to teach two girls. They were the nieces of Lady Strathbally, the owner of the castle and a widow. Their parents were in Singapore. Peter was alarmed to discover that both girls were almost as old as he; old enough, indeed, to be in the services had they been in England. But they were not, and Lady Strathbally was determined that their education should be continued. His employer made it perfectly c...

By Johnny Chesham from Janus 34 You’d hardly have noticed it in the foggy winter night — a small brass name-plate reading  The Correction Club  in elegant italics. A tall man in a black cape and topper pulled energetically on the ornate Edwardian bell as a shaft of eerie gaslight fell across his features and the departing hansom cab rattled away, soon swallowed in the omnipresent silence. Slowly the door opened. ‘Good evening, Major,’ a solemn butler in black tails intoned. ‘Evening, Hodges!’ the man rapped and strode briskly into the hall. With a swirl he removed his cape which he thrust at the servant with his black silk hat. Curiously he retained a shiny black cane which had passed unnoticed in the voluminous folds. ‘The members are in the club-room, sir,’ Hodges announced and retired with a deep bow. The Major tapped his cane solidly into his left palm with a smart crack. Then with sudden vigour he mounted...