Friday evenings set Arthur Wickham free from the Government office in which his weeks were spent. By nature he was made for an active life, but circumstances had headed him off his natural path and tethered him to London. His friends—and he had a good many—said that golf had spoilt him; that they never saw him nowadays; that it was a great pity to be utterly engrossed, body and soul, in one pursuit, and all sorts of things that friends say when
Tag: Ghost Stories for Christmas
The reception to And Midnight Never Come has been overwhelmingly positive, we are pleased to say. Fans and enthusiasts of Hugh Lamb’s work, and of the genre in general, have been extremely supportive of the posthumous anthology. This week saw the book mentioned in none other than The Washington Post! Michael Dirda, the newspaper’s weekly…
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