Monday February 27 1854
The office door creaked open.
"Mr Death!" I cried. "Come in, sir, come in."
"It's de Ath," the cadaverous old gentleman corrected me, flashing me a warm smile.
"Of course. Now how may I be of help?"
"If you're free tomorrow, I'd be glad of your company."
My blood froze!
The office door creaked open.
"Mr Death!" I cried. "Come in, sir, come in."
"It's de Ath," the cadaverous old gentleman corrected me, flashing me a warm smile.
"Of course. Now how may I be of help?"
"If you're free tomorrow, I'd be glad of your company."
My blood froze!
Comments
The jury is out on whether he holds any other form of office. 😉