“Do you see anything Phlebotomous?” said Sir John to the vampire. Phlebotomous was wearing a large contraption on his head that had two telescopic protrusions around the eyes. The two were at the site that Old Jim had talked about.
“Not really,” said Phlebotomous, “A large man with a significant beard has gone into the Mallum’s house and one of the girls has pulled a face through the window.”
“That’s not due south,” said Sir John and walked over to Phlebotomous, swiveling the vampire to the correct direction. Phlebotomous let out a shriek.
“What is it?” said Sir John.
“That gives me terrible vertigo,” said Phlebotomous. He produced a small stick from one of his pockets and pressed a button on in. It extended out to a staff and he leaned on it.
“That’s better,” he said. “I can see even less now, I’m just staring into the dark countryside.”
“Don’t you have … special sight?” said Sir John.
“Why?” said Phlebotomous.
“Well, you’re, you know, a night creature,” said Sir John.
“No, I have terrible eyesight at the best of times. And I don’t like going out at night so I didn’t bother to fix anything onto this binoscope for night vision,” said Phlebotomous, tapping the apparatus.
“You don’t like going out at night?” said Sir John, perplexed.
“I don’t like the dark, it makes me nervous,” said Phlebotomous.
Sir John went to speak again then shook his head.
“Was it definitely due south?” said Phlebotomous. “That seems like a very precise direction for a man you said had consumed liquor.”
“Is there anything South-ish then?” said Sir John.
“Apart from that large mansion on the edge of the village, nothing,” said Phlebotomous.
“It’s not that,” said Sir John. “I’ve met the friendly owner and his large and even friendlier dog. Marie and I have an open invite to visit.”
“Maybe you should go visit,” said Phlebotomous, “to eliminate him from the investigation.”
“Have you been reading penny dreadfuls about crimes?” said Sir John.
“It was a long coach ride,” said Phlebotomous. He sighed.
“This is useless, and I’m not sure I believe this Jim personage. How could anyone cross the moor at night,” said Phlebotomous. “You can barely see your feet.”
“Hmm,” said Sir John, “I think Old Jim said that it was … good God!”
Phlebotomous ripped off the headpiece at this outburst.
“What is it?” he said. “Is it the beast?”
“No, and I don’t think we’ll be finding anything tonight,” said Sir John. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. Mr Bosch, what kind of creature is like a big dog and comes out at full moon?”
“Full moon!” said Phlebotomous, “Why didn’t you say … it must be a…”
“Yes,” said Sir John, “a lycanthrope.”
“Oh,” said Phlebotomous, “I was going to say werewolf.”
Sir John looked at Phlebotomous.
“It’s the same thing,” he said.
“A lycanthrope isn’t just someone who dislikes people licking things?” said Phlebotomous.
“No,” said Sir John.
“Well then, cousin Vlad owes me five shillings!” said Phlebotomous.