Gentle Reader,
Sitting here, gazing across the spires and chimney pots of Cambridge on a misty autumn morning, I am glad to be away from the gothic terrors of that mysterious metropolis – London.
I am especially glad to be far away from Dr Saint, a bald, bespectacled, smiling gentleman, who can be found in my book ‘Candle Man 1: The Society of Unrelenting Vigilance.’
I picture him now, seated at a vast walnut desk, in his office at Empire Hall, a splendid mansion in Kensington Gore. He sits in his shirt sleeves and a smart waistcoat, nibbling at celery stalks as he looks through some papers.
What is he studying? Read-outs from the Mercy Tube, a radioactive chamber he puts his teenage ward, Theo, in every day!
What is the purpose of the Mercy Tube? Dr Saint will say it is to cure his ward of a rare illness. And we really ought to believe him, as he is the head of a charity – the Society of Good Works, and every day performs an Act of Kindness.
And yet, and yet, there is something about Dr Saint that makes us uneasy… even the gargoyles in the graveyard seem to stare suspiciously as he passes.
Someone should keep an eye on this man. Perhaps you ought to join the unrelenting vigilance and buy my book Candle Man before it’s too late!
More later.
Doin' the Dakin 