Disclaimer: I own nothing but copies of a few of the Amphigoreys, a stuffed cat and a several other items of miscellany. Likewise, I do not possess the skill to illustrate this in Gorey's style, but I find a reasonably agile imagination supplies the deficiency.
The party-goers assemble in the library to sip their curiously purple beverages.
Outside the window, the student smokes a decidedly foreign cigar.
Upstairs, the sister asks a servant for another cup of coffee.
The friend perches suspiciously in a small tree in the conservatory.
From the study, the unsettling laugh of the lunatic comes rather unexpectedly.
The courtesan and the artiste find their game vexingly interrupted.
An odd woman sits in the foyer with her face covered by a blue woolen veil.
An insect-like man thinks he sees a cat out on the veranda.
When the candle falls over, the drunk and the explorer decide to leave.
Fortunately, the little girl spills her glass of milk.
The author describes his latest novel to the young boy, who looks somewhat confused.
Examining his watch, the professor discovers the hour to be quite late.
The brother, who was recently promoted to major, rifles through forgotten papers.
The bust shatters suddenly, revealing in its hollow plinth the second marquis's diamonds, missing these two-hundred years.
