Spring 1908 – The Adventure of the Screaming Ape


Laurence followed the dark figure out the window, out onto the roof. I followed them both. The cloaked man moved quickly, his hunched shape slowing him not at all. Laurence stayed only a few paces behind him. I paralleled Laurence, spidering on the steep tiles so that he could keep to the peaks of the roof. I wasn’t sure what I’d do if the boy caught up to the cloaked man. I knew Laurence could scrap better than most grown men but I doubted that our quarry was human. For now, however, I wanted him to take his wind.