This may become a thing… Or probably not as I'll forget to do any more. But in my current WIP a Victorian Urban Fantasy entitled 'Lucifer Mandrake and the Hanoverian Proxy' (its a working title) The new, somewhat nefarious Home Secretary sets up a plain clothes division of the young Metropolitan Police Force, reporting directly to him. They are a somewhat sinister group, because basically the main antagonist needed a bunch of shadow thugs…
They did not have a name, when they were first in the plot tree, and due to the complex nature of events they don't actually turn up in the narrative until about 45000 words in… But once they did they needed some kind of name, or nick name at least, and the first thing that came to mind was something of a joke, which utterly delighted me so I ran with it. Hence the sinister, shadowy but unerringly polite 'Men in Dark Tweed'.
As the idea amuses me, this may or may not becomes something of a series of what for want of a better word we will call comics.. If so , this is #3
*Doctor John Harvey Kellogg. Yes that Kellogg... Inventor and holder of the patient for the Kellogg Cornflakes, was a bit weird, as was his sanatorium. A bit weird is an understatement. As I found when I did some research for a Dear Edgar post 'A Loss of breath; earlier this year. Making it the perfect place for 'disappearing' Victorians who don't know when they are 'politely' been encouraged to move along and forget they saw anything.
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