Spiked drinks, counterfeit coins and the lodgers from hell

LET me get that door for you, Ena.” Mr Chapel held open the door to reception for Ena, his head tea lady. “What on earth have you got there?” Ena shifted the two heavy bags and gratefully stepped thro

The fate of an Elizabethan hoard

Efforts to prohibit abortion down the ages

The piece I’d never part with

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TRICKS LITERARY ILLUSIONS Performance magic and Victorian ...