Andrew D. Gable
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It will not be forgotten; it will find
A voice, like the volcano, and will scatter
Such hideous wreck among us, deaf and blind,
As all our sheltering shams shall rend and shatter.
The den is dark, secluded, it may yield
To Belial a haunt, to Mammon profit;
But we shall reap the tillage of that field
In harvest meet for Tophet.
Slum-farming knaves suck shameful wealth from sin,
But a dread Nemesis abides therein.
~ Punch, September 29, 1888
July 31, 1893
Dr. Thomas Bond sat at his desk in the wood-panelled office in his respectable home in Broad Sanctuary, in Westminster, among the government buildings and not far from New Scotland Yard. A pipe hung from his jaw, bluish smoke filling the room as he shuffled through papers and photographs pertinent to the latest case he was working on.
Just then, his housekeeper knocked at the door. "Some men here to see you, sir."
Dr. Bond nodded. "Thank you, send them in."
A moment later, the door opened and in filed five men, two of whom Bond recognized. "Jamison, Richard," he greeted them, standing and shaking their hands. "How've you both been these past few years? And who are your friends here?" He sat back in his chair.
"And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
Here's a picture of New Scotland Yard (as opposed to Old Scotland Yard; this building was being constructed in 1888 and as a bit of trivia, an unidentified and dismembered body was found on the grounds. Jack, or maybe not?).
A voice, like the volcano, and will scatter
Such hideous wreck among us, deaf and blind,
As all our sheltering shams shall rend and shatter.
The den is dark, secluded, it may yield
To Belial a haunt, to Mammon profit;
But we shall reap the tillage of that field
In harvest meet for Tophet.
Slum-farming knaves suck shameful wealth from sin,
But a dread Nemesis abides therein.
~ Punch, September 29, 1888
July 31, 1893
Dr. Thomas Bond sat at his desk in the wood-panelled office in his respectable home in Broad Sanctuary, in Westminster, among the government buildings and not far from New Scotland Yard. A pipe hung from his jaw, bluish smoke filling the room as he shuffled through papers and photographs pertinent to the latest case he was working on.
Just then, his housekeeper knocked at the door. "Some men here to see you, sir."
Dr. Bond nodded. "Thank you, send them in."
A moment later, the door opened and in filed five men, two of whom Bond recognized. "Jamison, Richard," he greeted them, standing and shaking their hands. "How've you both been these past few years? And who are your friends here?" He sat back in his chair.
"And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
Here's a picture of New Scotland Yard (as opposed to Old Scotland Yard; this building was being constructed in 1888 and as a bit of trivia, an unidentified and dismembered body was found on the grounds. Jack, or maybe not?).
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