Chapter Seven: Just Who Does Madame Moriarty Think She Is?“Once upon a time,” said Moran.
“You're enjoying this!” I laughed.
“Once upon a time,” insisted Moran, “back in the 1400s, there was an old, old vampire who lived in a cottage near the Black Forest in Germany.”
“What do you know about Germany and the Black Forest?” I asked.
“This is the story as it was told to me,” said Moran impatiently. “It don't matter if I don't know where the bleedin' Black Forest is, does it? I imagine it's a forest and I understand that it's in Germany. Would I be right in making such a presumption?”
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, you would.”
“Then will you kindly shut your cake hole and let me tell the story? Or would you rather I didn't?”
“No, no, please continue,” I said. “You have piqued my interest.”
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