Mansions of Madness/The Crack’ d and Crook’ d Manse: The House Ate Him!
It was getting crowded in our new office, Crimson Detective Agency, here in Boston. Why we used Betty’s name…well if we fell flat-on-our-face, better her name than anyone else. A conglomerate of entrepreneurs: B. Crimson our writer, Morgan Mastiff our businessman/legal expert, Pennyworth our antique dealer, and myself Rusty Nile explorer. You see what I mean; not a detective among us. But hey, ya gotta start somewhere. “Hey, checkout our first piece of official mail. Who do we know that lives in Connecticut who would have recommended us?” The faintest of smirks creases Morgan’s face, “It’s called seeding. Newspaper ads in major nearby cities. Obviously money well spent.” A lawyer requesting our services to find a missing Arthur Cornthwaite…who has an estate! Money! “Hell yes, we’ll accept the offer. Just don’t sound too eager to the man.” B chimes in, “You mean don’t sound too desperate. Two months in business and we’re already behind on bills. We’d best get money