Mr. West Has His Way
Reverend Fludd inhaled with audible effort, raised a trembling crucifix and searched for his place. “I command you, unclean spirit ... whoever you are ...”…
Reverend Fludd Ruins the Cake
Reverend Fludd dropped the teapot on the cake, living up to his name. “I’m dreadfully sorry,” he sputtered. Eustace bolted to his feet, upsetting his chair…