The first chapter of a short, strange, humorous IF detective story set in Victorian London.
Don the boots and thinking cap (and possibly other clothes too, should you think that sole combination too daring) of a genuine, bona fide, bloodhound for the truth.
You have a nose for trouble, an eye for detail, and various other body parts that make detective work your enviable vocation. So vocate!
Written using narrative scripting language ink.
Chapter 2 of my oddball Victorian detective IF, for your delectation and delight.
Our detective finds themselves in most irregular circumstances.
Chapter 3 of my oddball Victorian detective IF.
All roads lead to Beaufort-Schervashidze-Mowbrey-de-Tremoilles Manor. But who shall grace its steps? And just who is the mysterious March Hare?
Chapter 4 of my oddball Victorian detective IF.
Deep in the bowels (by which I mean the upper floor) of Beaufort-Schervashidze-Mowbrey-de-Tremoilles Manor, our detective makes some startling discoveries.
Chapter 5 of my oddball Victorian detective IF.
As revelations pile on apace, our detective must think quickly and act - perhaps unwisely - even quicker, to corner the ringleader of this dread conspiracy.
