And here they are! The old claw and the 'new' claw, now in the silver mount of the family brooch . This is the part you were promised right at the start of the saga - shock, horror, amazement. If you feel none of these things but find yourself with a strange little primitive urge to wear a dead bird's cured foot about your person, I can heartily recommend eBay as a hunting ground.
It reached M today. She was thrilled, and didn't mention the inordinate time it had taken to resolve this little matter, but thanked and praised me beyond all deserving. But I was merely the temporary servant of the Claw, and my work is done. I am free.
I just hope with all my might that she won't bequeath it to me.
An utterly gruesome but gripping tale.
ReplyDeleteWear it on my person?!! I can barely stand to look at it! I will have to go back and read the whole story. I just saw the photo and paled a little.
ReplyDeleteEr.....er....brrrrr.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful setting though. I can appreciate the "grouse shooting set" heritage. It would have looked magnificent on a Victorian or Edwardian woman.
ReplyDeleteI thoroughly enjoyed the saga, but oh my, that Claw looks creepy! I hope I'll be able to sleep tonight...
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