I can see my Grandad now, his hair like a lopsided thatch, leaning forward, crooking a finger at me, his nails encrusted with mud from all that spud digging, and telling my seven year old self, “Come closer, for I’ve a story to tell.” My God, I was mad for those yarns back then, hanging…
“A door opened and shut. An instant later, steps crept down the passage – steps which were supposed to be silent, but which reverberated harshly through the empty house….” The Empty House was published in 1903, the first of the so-called “Return of Sherlock Holmes” stories which were written after Conan Doyle had already killed…
OK. It’s not murder maybe, but stealing another person’s idea, not giving them due credit, is a crime in my book. Has been since I was a child, knowing if something wasn’t “fair”, it wasn’t right. Raised as a Catholic, I was told not to sin, but temptation was a candy shop on the local…
