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Fantasy Fan, v. 1, issue 6, February 1934

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February, 1934 THE FANTASY FAN     87

A VISIT TO
JULES DE GRANDIN

by Marianne Ferguson

I got off the train at the Harrisonville Railroad Station, filled with mixed feelings, for I was to visit the world renowned detective, Jules de Grandin, and Dr. Trowbridge. As I walked uncertainly up the street, I inquired of a policeman, who directed me to Jules de Grandin's house.
I am afraid that I knocked at the door somewhat timidly, and I soon heard footsteps coming down the hall. The door opened, and there stood a tall, dark man.
"Is this where Mr. de Grandin lives?" I asked rather shakily, for I had been anticipating this eventful visit for several months, during which time I had reacted this scene many times.
"Yes," the man replied. "I am Dr. Trowbridge. Will you please come in?"
I entered, just as a voice from within called out, "Who was it, Friend Trowbridge?"
We entered a large, cheery room, and seated in a deep study chair, I saw Jules de Grandin, his blond hair sleek and shining. He looked up from the magazine had been reading, and seeing me, arose, and stroking his blond mustache, said, "What can we do for you, my dear young lady?"
Suddenly my knees seemed to turn to water. "Mr. de Grandin," I managed to whisper, "I have always wanted to see you in person; I hope you will forgive my intrusion."
Jules de Grandin waved me to a seat with his long, artistic hand, and seeing a silver-topped walking stick in the corner, I asked, "Is that the famous walking stick which vanquished the werewolf in 'The Thing in the Fog'?"
"Eh, blen, of a truth, my young friend," he admitted, "if it were not for the concealed sword in the center, i would have been in too many tight places for comfort."
"Mr. de Grandin, will you please tell how many years you have been interested in this line of investigation?" I asked.
"O, tiens, my young lady, I have been actively engaged for the past eight years in this thrilling occupation."
"I am sorry that I weren't acquainted with your adventures right from the start," I confessed. "Weren't you afraid in some of the gruesome cases such as 'The Bleeding Mummy' and the 'Band of Glory'?"
"Eh, bien," he answered, "my friend, if one allows himself to let fear enter his heart, he is already defeated, and I know that I have the Good One in my favor."
"Well, Mr. de Grandin and Dr. Trowbridge, thank you for this delightful talk," began, when a blood-curdling moan echoed through the house. De Grandin, Dr. Towbridge, and I ran to where the moan seemed to come from, but nothing was there. I imagine that I must have turned pale, for Dr. Trowbridge caught hold of my arm and gave me a glass of water containing some sort of restorative. As I began to feel better, my color came back and de Nrandin said, "My friend, your train leaves in twenty minutes, so, Friend Trowbridge, get out your car and take the young lady to the station."
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February, 1934 THE FANTASY FAN 87 A VISIT TO JULES DE GRANDIN by Marianne Ferguson I got off the train at the Harrisonville Railroad Station, filled with mixed feelings, for I was to visit the world renowned detective, Jules de Grandin, and Dr. Trowbridge. As I walked uncertainly up the street, I inquired of a policeman, who directed me to Jules de Grandin's house. I am afraid that I knocked at the door somewhat timidly, and I soon heard footsteps coming down the hall. The door opened, and there stood a tall, dark man. "Is this where Mr. de Grandin lives?" I asked rather shakily, for I had been anticipating this eventful visit for several months, during which time I had reacted this scene many times. "Yes," the man replied. "I am Dr. Trowbridge. Will you please come in?" I entered, just as a voice from within called out, "Who was it, Friend Trowbridge?" We entered a large, cheery room, and seated in a deep study chair, I saw Jules de Grandin, his blond hair sleek and shining. He looked up from the magazine had been reading, and seeing me, arose, and stroking his blond mustache, said, "What can we do for you, my dear young lady?" Suddenly my knees seemed to turn to water. "Mr. de Grandin," I managed to whisper, "I have always wanted to see you in person; I hope you will forgive my intrusion." Jules de Grandin waved me to a seat with his long, artistic hand, and seeing a silver-topped walking stick in the corner, I asked, "Is that the famous walking stick which vanquished the werewolf in 'The Thing in the Fog'?" "Eh, blen, of a truth, my young friend," he admitted, "if it were not for the concealed sword in the center, i would have been in too many tight places for comfort." "Mr. de Grandin, will you please tell how many years you have been interested in this line of investigation?" I asked. "O, tiens, my young lady, I have been actively engaged for the past eight years in this thrilling occupation." "I am sorry that I weren't acquainted with your adventures right from the start," I confessed. "Weren't you afraid in some of the gruesome cases such as 'The Bleeding Mummy' and the 'Band of Glory'?" "Eh, bien," he answered, "my friend, if one allows himself to let fear enter his heart, he is already defeated, and I know that I have the Good One in my favor." "Well, Mr. de Grandin and Dr. Trowbridge, thank you for this delightful talk," began, when a blood-curdling moan echoed through the house. De Grandin, Dr. Towbridge, and I ran to where the moan seemed to come from, but nothing was there. I imagine that I must have turned pale, for Dr. Trowbridge caught hold of my arm and gave me a glass of water containing some sort of restorative. As I began to feel better, my color came back and de Nrandin said, "My friend, your train leaves in twenty minutes, so, Friend Trowbridge, get out your car and take the young lady to the station." [continued on page 96]