It's Christmas 1845 & Haworth is in the grip of a freezing winter.Â
Charlotte, Emily & Anne Brontë are rather losing
Meet the Diamond Brothers, the world's worst private-detective agency, in this Chandler-esque spoof from the creator of the
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The jet was a solid eighteen-inch column, a pillar of brown mud & yellow gravel & sea water that beat against the steel plates of the hull with a hollow drumming roar. In the few seconds since the explosion the cyclone was already half-filled with a slimy shifting porridge that rushed from wall to wall with the movement of a ship. It was like some monstrous jellyfish which each second gathered weight & strength. The Van Der Byl Diamond Company, willed by its founder to his son Benedict, turns out to be a bequest of hatred. For it is couched in such terms as to offer him the instrument of destruction of his bitterest rival. Destroy Johnny is the old man's implacable message. & so, consumed with envy for his own foster-brother, Benedict sets out in ruthless pursuit of this goal
- & Johnny is plunger into a maelstrom of greed, vengeance & murder.