IT WAS half-past midnight when the telephone rang in the old manor. The Dutchman was lying in his king’s size bed with the old lamp on the nightstand still burning. He was a tall, corpulent man, and although it was not uncommon of him to be entertaining a few beautiful young women at these hours, Professor Abraham Van Helsing was alone.
He had spent the majority of the night dozing in and out while studying from an enormous tome of the forbidden Codex Coemeterium that rested on the mahogany overbed table. More specifically, he was reading the version with scribal abbreviations written in backward Latin from the pen of the late Father Grandier himself.
The phone rang a second time. Abraham wasn’t still fully awake when he reached for the receiver and plucked it out of the luxurious wall cradle.
“Yes?” He coughed.
“We got him,” the ragged voice of an old man said, “you were right; the son of bitch was up there all along.”
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