Fatal Fraud

And I know many things, for I walk by night. I know many strange tales. Hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows. Yes. I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak.

And now the Whistler's strange story. Fatal brought. Questioning by the Hong Kong police was brief. The suspect's guilt was clear. But even though conviction was a certainty, the motive and circumstances behind the crime were considerably more complex.

It had started more than a week ago at a fashionable gathering across the city, a swank social affair with smartly dressed ladies and evening gowns and jewels and gentlemen in dinner jackets. And the precise moment might have been when most of the guests adjourn to the library and listen to a well-known voice

instead of the man who spoke. In my life, it's already been long and eventful. I have seen many changes, political, geographical and social. I have seen tyrants, a rise in fall, traitors live and die.

I've seen the British Empire, they remain the British Empire, England, they remain England. Wonderful, wonderful twist. A perfect impersonator. That's Churchill all right, you can sure fool me. Oh, that's what he's famous for, isn't it, Chris?

Thank you, but not quite famous. You should be young man. All those voices are fantastic. It's practiced, that's all. And a living. Is it a good living, Mr. Holmes? Huh? Oh, Catherine. You had met our clever young man. Chris Holmes. Catherine Dawn.

How do you do, Mr. Holmes? Fine, thank you. And you do very well, Mr. Holmes. Oh, you like the impersonation? Very much. That routine of yours must be quite tiring, though. Don't you think you've earned yourself a cocktail?