A story too secret, too terrifying—and too shockingly intimate—for Victorian eyes.A note to the EditorDear Henry,I have been Simon Feximal’s companion, assistant and chronicler for twenty years now, and during that time my Casebooks of Feximal the Ghost-Hunter have spread the reputation of this most accomplished of ghost-hunters far and wide.You have asked me often for the tale of our first meeting, and how my association with Feximal came about. I have always declined, because it is a story too private to be truthfully recounted, and a memory too precious to be falsified. But none knows better than I that stories must be told.So here is it, Henry, a full and accurate account of how I met Simon Feximal, which Ishall leave with my solicitor to pass to you after my death.I dare say it may not be quite what you expect.Robert CaldwellSeptember 1914Warning: Contains a foul-tempered Victorian ghost-hunter, a journalist who’s toocurious for his own good, villainy, horror, butterflies, unusual body modifications, and a lot of tampering with the occult.