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Installment 1 Where The Fourth Dragoons Regiment departs Bad Gastein…. From the Heidelberg University archives, as remembered thirty years later by the thoughtful middle Kortig sister, Anna Maier nee Kortig. I often think back to this time in my adolescent mind, when everything was perfect in...

Alfred Granville Granville looked longingly at the impishly cute young heiress from New York. Adelaide Findlay reminded him of his favorite quote from a children nursery book that he used to read to his younger cousins from Maurice Sendak, “I’ll eat you up; I love you so.” He was hopeful that...

Alfred Granville After driving the carriage into the ditch with poor Miss Rosaline Adler, Captain Granville thought that there might be some other tactics to utilize. Particularly, he should not be quite so aggressive. He reasoned that must get the families to like him first. Thus, he would...

Alfred Granville Capitan Granville was sitting by himself in one of the parlors when he saw an English lord that he thought he recognized. It was someone he met before. But he couldn’t place it. From the Army.. no. From Sandhurst… no. Then, it hit him. He fenced against ages ago when he was...

Alfred Granville As the ladies went off in the direction of the powder room, Captain Granville said in a barely audible voice, “Yes, of course.” Crestfallen in realizing his mistaken, Granville went over to Herr Adler and Ferdinand and apologized. “Please offer my apologies to Miss Rosaline...

Alfred Granville Alfred Granville noticed the Lady Josephine looking at Miss Adler in sort of an inquiring manner. But why?? He had thought that she was out to help Bingo, maybe the tall elegant lady would be helpful to him as well. Perhaps, he had been too bold and put the beautiful American...

Alfred Granville Captain Granville nodded and said, “Ah yes, this makes sense.” He then smiled and said “When I was younger as a military courier, I picked up some sign language when trying to communicate with the Royal Artillery. So, I hope that I remembered this right.” He did a gesture...

Alfred Granville Granville paused for a second. He wasn’t sure if he could tell but it looked like Lady Josephine was aiding his rival: Barnaby Harrington. In short, Harrington aka Bingo was a likable fellow. He had some of the better qualities of a good gentlemen. He was magnanimous...

Captain Granville walked over to the master of ceremonies and whispered in his ear. The MC taken aback said “Are you serious??” Granville replied “I am.” The MC answered “But what if I don’t comply?” Granville again whispered in his ear. The MC looked shocked and replied, “I see. Are you sure?”...

After returning from military service in India, Lord Alfred Granville had spent the first two weeks at his family’s estate at Halford. The manor was not the happy place of his youth. Since his brother’s passing over a year ago from pneumonia, things were headed on a downward spiral for his...

Mueller turned to Deputy Johnson and said, “It looks like this building is typical of what is in this area. There is a central staircase and a main fire escape on the east side. It is a walk up; there is no elevator.” He went on to say, “I think the fire escape goes behind apartment 126. I...

Mueller pulled his Glock 41 out of holster. He made sure that his duty firearm had a 13 bullet magazine in it. He a couple spare magazines in his jacket pocket. He clicked the safety off and followed Deputy Johnson up to the second floor. Then, he said, “First, let’s figure out how many...

Johnson, I’m Mueller. He stuck out his right hand to shake. Let’s get over to this Garden Drive apartment complex asap. Roger leaned over the motor pool desk and retrieved the keys to squad car 587. Mueller and Johnson quickly found the black and white Crown Victoria. They jumped in...

Mueller was sitting in the office of his former partner and now Captain Francine Smiraldo aka Frankie. He had waited five years for the summons to go back to the police force. After the incident, he had spent the previous years in the purgatory of big city social services as a social worker...