Only a few weeks later, he was shot down in his office in Johannesburg, South Africa. One of them scoffed loudly at the suggestion that thirteen might be an unlucky number, said it was so much tosh. One day, almost a hundred years ago, thirteen men sat down to a dinner party at the Savoy. I made enquiries, as detectives do, and found out why he was there. He was sitting there in a glass showcase - a sculpture of a huge black cat - very elegant, very superior. Then one day, in the corridor next to the American Bar, I met Kaspar, the Savoy Cat. We were treated like royalty - which was great! My wife Clare and I had a bed the size of Ireland, and breakfast every morning looking out over the Thames. This involved putting on some literary events and staying for three months at the Savoy. So what was the evidence behind the writing of Kaspar?Ī year ago I was asked to be Writer-in-Residence at the Savoy Hotel in London. I hunt down clues because I need evidence to write my stories.
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