Story 20 – The Lonely Cairn

Barnaby walked through the door into the Brown Room and looked for a friendly face. Amongst the portraiture on the walls was the famously ten minute fast clock, forever deemed  unchangeable. It said the time was three forty eight. Cathbat-Jones was reading the Financial Times in a red leather armchair by the fireplace. He wouldContinue reading “Story 20 – The Lonely Cairn”

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