8. The man with the cigar
I was soon back at my rooms in Soho, having only had to dodge one suspicious looking police constable, and a gaggle of young ladies coming out of a tea room. But I paid little thought to my appearance. All I could think about was that terrible looking creature from the night before, and his horrific death. What was I caught up in?
As soon as I reached my home I quickly dashed inside. As I was rushing to close my front door, something, or rather someone, caught my eye. Across the road, almost hidden in the shadows, a rather large man, with sandy blonde hair, was lighting a cigar. It was not this that caught my attention, but the fact he was looking not at his cigar, but directly at me. I put it down to my attire, I was still half-dressed from my visit to the inf
