Cambridge Noir

I’d finally found the hidden sanctum of the Potsherd Club, the archaeological elite of Cambridge. These were hard men and women. Hard men and women with tiny trowels and brushes.

(The gumshoe is on hiatus. This casenote was first taken on 27 June 2012.)

I’d finally found the hidden sanctum of the Potsherd Club, the archaeological elite of Cambridge. These were hard men and women. Hard men and women with tiny trowels and brushes.

That most dangerous of times in these long winter evenings had arrived in the Master’s Lodge, the cocktail hour of madness …