I remember reading this short story when I was a boy. Our local priest lent a copy of macabre short stories to my parents, and my brother, sister and I found the book and read them all. I checked the link to the original story (given in the post) and went straight to the last line, which is etched into my memory. It is undoubtedly the story I read as a boy!
"Costain stopped briefly in the dim foyer to adjust his scarf and fix his Homburg at the proper angle. When he turned away from the mirror, satisfied at last, he saw with a final glance that Laffler and Sbirro were already at the kitchen door, Sbirro holding the door invitingly wide with one hand, while the other rested, almost tenderly, on Laffler’s meaty shoulders."
I remember reading this short story when I was a boy. Our local priest lent a copy of macabre short stories to my parents, and my brother, sister and I found the book and read them all. I checked the link to the original story (given in the post) and went straight to the last line, which is etched into my memory. It is undoubtedly the story I read as a boy!
"Costain stopped briefly in the dim foyer to adjust his scarf and fix his Homburg at the proper angle. When he turned away from the mirror, satisfied at last, he saw with a final glance that Laffler and Sbirro were already at the kitchen door, Sbirro holding the door invitingly wide with one hand, while the other rested, almost tenderly, on Laffler’s meaty shoulders."
That’s the one! Perfect reading for a 12 year old schoolboy