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Shalaby and Fecklace Spend the Night in an Unnatural Manor

A short story by Chantelle Messier

Published by Chantelle Messier at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Chantelle Messier

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Part I: Haberdashed

The breakfast room door opened and an immense stack of hats walked in, escorted by the maid. I looked up from my book. Such a mountain of hats was unlikely to conceal any person inquiring about investment in my Gatling sword, but one can hope.

“It’s Mr. Shalaby, sir,” Miss Hirsch announced.

“That’s all right, Hirsch, don’t be too hard on yourself about it. These things can’t be helped.”

The hats uttered a sniff of annoyance. They cascaded onto the table and one rolled to a stop in front of me, displacing my book and dangling a delicate ostrich feather into my breakfast plate.

I picked it out. “Morning, old chap.”

“Afternoon,” Shalaby harrumphed, dusting himself off and removing his own battered brown top hat. He tapped a cold-reddened hand on the table. “Do you know what these are, Fecklace?”

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