Sagittarius
March, 1962
"If Mr. Hyde had sired a son," said Lord Terry, "do you realize that loathsome child could be alive at this moment?"It was a humid summer evening, but he and his guest, Rolfe Hunt, were cool and crisp. They were sitting in the air-conditioned sanctuary of the Century Club (so named, say wags, because its members all appear to be close to that age) and, over their drinks, had been talking about vampires and related monsters, about ghost stories and other dark tales of happenin...
