Paris Morning

The Trappist monk Brother Jim Gallant and the Saint Bernard dog Samson stood in the Paris street outside the Vampiress Isis' apartment.

Come dawn they saw the vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing leaving.

"Well, Samson," Brother Jim looked down at the Saint Bernard, "it looks like Dracul managed to leave Isis' apartment without being turned into a vampire himself."

The Saint Bernard wagged his tail.

"Still I think Dracul takes a lot of chances with vampiresses," Brother Jim scratched his chin thoughtfully, "I think I should put in a call to Hyung Grace Kwan and tell her to beat Dracul up again so he doesn't take so many chances with vampiresses."

The Saint Bernard nodded and seemed to smile.

"I wonder what the theologian Herr Hans was doing in the Vampiress Isis' apartment?" Brother Jim asked.

The Saint Bernard yawned.

"No, I don't imagine he was doing what Dracul was probably doing," Brother Jim said.

The door opened and out stepped Herr Hans.

Herr Hans got on his cell phone and confirmed his flight reservation to London.

As he put his phone back in his pocket, he thought, where had Isis been most of the night?

He did not see the Trappist monk and the Saint Bernard standing there looking at him as he got into the taxi.

To be continued.