Alexandre Alvarez
Alexandre Alvarez: The False Emerald
The Darkness
“Where there is no imagination there is no horror.”-Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The smell of incense mingled with tobacco and smoke in the musty air. A short gentleman stood in the draped room quietly, his top hat clutched in his white and bony hands and a small emerald pendant pinned to his pinstriped coat. He glanced about him, his nervous eyes searching for his mistress.
¨I was worried you wouldn’t come.¨ A thick and exotic female voice whispered from the shadows. ¨Where are the gems?¨
“They have been swapped with the others.” Said he timidly.
“How much money did we gain?”
“One hundred dollars in American currency.” He whispered, grimacing at himself.
“One hundred?” The woman made her appearance. “One hundred? I told you anything less that a thousand would not suit the needs.”
“I am sorry Ma’am. They were intelligent and seemed to know what they were doing. I thought that something was better than none at all.”
The woman sneered.
“You negotiate, threaten if you have to, but you never present less than the minimum of my expectancy.”
“I am sorry Ma’am.”
“Apologies will not be taken this time. You have done this too many times in the past with too much mercy and patience on my part that what you deserve.”
The man swallowed.
“I appreciate your kindness Ma’am.” He whimpered.
“You must go back home to your sick wife and children mustn’t you?” The woman asked casually.
“Yes Ma’am.” Said he in response.
“Go.” The woman ordered.
“Thank you Ma’am.” He bowed quickly and turned out the door.
As soon as the gentleman left the room, the woman turned to a figure lurking in the shadows.
“Go after him. Make sure that the family believes it to have been a freak accident of some sort.”

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Chapter 5

The Library “There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book.” ~Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

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