![]() ![]() He waved them away.Īre you sure, sir? Lady Armstrong gave instructions. The uniformed chauffeur stood by it with military bearing, but leapt to help as Curtis approached and hovered while he got himself into the passenger seat, solicitously offering blankets against the evening chill in the autumnal air. There was a car waiting at the station, the latest model Austin. He would have preferred to motor, but that was impossible now. The train up from London took hours, a weary ride for a man who was too tense to sleep and too busy with his thoughts to read. With thanks to the TFR goons (for gun advice) and Alexandra Sherriff (for very serious psychology input). Archie is my unauthorised addition to the Curtis family tree. Rider Haggard in his classic 1885 romp King Solomon’s Mines. ![]() Sir Henry Curtis and the Kukuana Place of Death are the creations of H. ![]()
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