Chapter 9
It was the first time that Ernest visited the racetrack. He didn’t really like places like that. He didn’t even like the people who tried to get rich without working, hoping for a stroke of luck. He never gambled on principle.
He headed towards the bar of the racetrack because at that time there weren’t races in program. He hoped to find Karloff there. He had never seen him in person, but John Gibson had described him in the minimum details.
When he was inside, he took a look around him. His gaze fell on a guy leaning on the counter. Seeing the journalist’s description, that man had to be Dioniso Karloff. Ernest went near him with a slow step.
“ Is it you Mr. Karloff?” he asked. The man looked him up and down.
“ It depends on who’s asking,” he answered.
Karloff was a short
