Death Makes a Mistake

Stepping into the dimly lit Midland Club, Reggie Van Fiddler is in a carefree mood, savoring drinks and the simple pleasure of a lazy afternoon. The club’s heavy, masculine atmosphere and the clink of glasses set the stage for an ordinary day that quickly turns odd. Across the bar sits a small, dark‑eyed stranger whose unwavering stare unnerves Reggie, sparking a cascade of wild, wartime‑era suspicions.

As Reggie’s imagination runs riot, he convinces himself the man is a lurking spy, perhaps even a Gestapo operative, and plots a dramatic escape that feels ripped from a comic strip. Yet when he bolts for the door, the same mysterious figure appears in the hallway, as if having slipped out of the bar before him. The encounter hints that something far beyond a simple spy is at play, and Reggie may have stumbled into a case of mistaken identity with a force that usually doesn’t make errors.