![]() ![]() ![]() Macfarlane tries to brush past Fettes and get away from the inn but… ‘Money!’ cried Fettes ‘money from you! The money that I had from you is lying where I cast it in the rain.’ He tries to get rid of Fettes by offering him money… They meet, and Dr Wolfe Macfarlane is clearly horrified to have encountered this old acquaintance. Until one night another doctor turns up at the inn to treat a patient and Fettes recognises his name. The locals call him ‘Doctor’ because he seems to have some medical knowledge, but his past is shrouded in mystery. The tale begins in the parlour of an inn, where sits Fettes, an ‘old drunken Scotchman’, getting steadily drunk on rum as he does every night. Portrait of Robert Louis Stevenson by Sargent TUESDAY TERROR! The Body-Snatcher by Robert Louis Stevenson Aye, the nichts are fair drawin’ in, and the cauld wind is blawin’ through the deid leaves wi’ a sound like auld bones rattlin’…Īnd where better to begin our journey into darkness than in a graveyard with a master of horror… The fretful porpentine has stirred from his summer sleep and is back to haunt our winter nightmares. ![]()
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