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Tag: Gaslight

  • Well well well

    Frankly my dear, that is the last time I let Mr Whateley drank from our well!
    ***
    Franchement ma chère, c’est bien la dernière fois que je laisse Mr.Whateley se sustanter à notre puit !

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6

  • Terror on the Orient-Express – The bloodied Fez

    5 Durward street, Whitechapel, London, 1893.

    – Well, what can you make of… that ?
    The
    doctor Saroch look upon his colleague. The doctor Hobbs was not someone
    easily shocked nor prone to sensationalism, and yet, he saw fear in his
    eyes. He bent over to the patient and began his examination. Skin
    dried, quasi mummified. Slow breathing, alive ? Eyes were moving under
    the lids. Atrophied muscles. All evidences pointed to signs of
    senescence, but teeth, bone structure and callosities said otherwise.
    This was somehow the body of a young man, yet pruned and dried like an
    very old person.

    He went to the head and tried to remove this dark fez that seems to be the only article of clothing of the poor sod. He gasped.
    – Oh my god ! It’s growing under his skin !

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook