Coconut Milk Is Very Nice

Dracul Van Helsing got an email from Hyung Grace Kwan.

"Well, Jack the Ripper is dead again," he told Martini the vampiress.

"That's good to hear," Martini breathed a sigh of relief, "since I think he was a rather unpleasant individual."

"Yes," Dracul noted, "he didn't live long enough to be considered rehabilitated and win the Nobel Peace Prize."

Meanwhile South African witch doctor Sterling Makabo (the man who had originally summoned the spirit of Jack the Ripper from Hell) was in Honolulu when he received the news of Jack the Ripper's second death when the wax effigy he possessed was set on fire in Tokyo.

"Oh, well," Doctor Makabo thought to himself, "Jack already served his purpose striking terror into the hearts of the West."

He walked down to the beach and bought some coconut milk from a vendor.

"Drinking coconut milk these days, I see, Doctor Makabo," a voice behind him said.

Doctor Makabo turned.

It was Peter Whitstable, an agent for Interpol.

"Whitstable," Doctor Makabo laughed, "it must disappoint you tremendously that the practise of black magic is no longer considered a crime."

"What are you doing in Hawaii?" Whitstable asked.

"Watching hula dancing girls in grass skirts at luaus and drinking coconut milk," Dr. Makabo replied.

"I find that very hard to believe," Whitstable answered.

Dr. Makabo pointed towards the beach.

Whitstable turned. And when he saw nothing, he turned back to face Makabo again... but Makabo in that brief interval had already vanished.

"I hate it when he does that," Whitstable said.

To be continued.