Sam Youd as John Christopher

I was writing the address when Howard came in. There was something unusual about his appearance. I looked at him carefully. His blue corduroy trousers were gaping a little more widely from the tear at...

When I had got rid of Delaney there was the mail to deal with. I had picked it up the previous afternoon after three days in which I hadn’t called at the office, and there...

She stared helplessly at the parcels, each with its neat, mimeographed label: Tennyson Glebe Publications Ltd., 36, Regency Gardens, S.W.7. ‘There’s such a lot of them.’ The front door was standing open. The milkman came...

I kicked one of the parcels lying beside my feet. ‘Well, these are yours now. That’s all I’m concerned with. You can get rid of them as soon as you like.’ He pulled another copy...

On Saturday there was chaos. One of the Irish printers had somehow managed to mix up my private and registered addresses, and despatched an entire consignment of Range Round-Up to Number 36. They were dumped...

‘You think I’ve given up the idea – of going to Presley.’ I said: ‘Have you?’ ‘I don’t know.’ He half turned to look out of the window towards the flickering, grey sky. In profile...

‘I’d like to come in on the Wednesday séances. Howard would probably be willing to change. There wouldn’t be any objection to that, would there?’ I said: ‘So it’s getting serious?’ He asked: ‘What is?’...

I was content to wait now. I waited, relaxed on small haunches, in the west corner, the one from which the mechanical airship used to set out on its jerky, wire-suspended flight towards the patient...

Britton said: ‘You two … You’re in both sets of séances. That’s where the twisting goes on. Anyone could see that.’ His tone was joking, but it was the weak, forced humour of someone making...

Olivia said uncertainly: ‘What’s happening?’ I said: ‘It’s quite simple, Livia. There’s a very little man in the middle of the trumpet blowing air two ways at once. He must be double-headed.’ The last record...