Suicide Club

Six lucite Ghost chairs lived around the table, their clear frames a counterpoint to the true star of the room — a large oak beam originating from Henry VIII’s fleet. The Mary Rose only came to surface in the early eighties. A handsome sum must have been paid to the intrepid curio dealers who smuggled this plank to our Mr. Hobbs. At each chair lay two crisp sheets of ecru writing paper embossed with an interlocked “S” and “C” arranged amid lilies and, of course, a…