His name, as listed on the official Army roster, was Captain Sir Haddingway Ingraham Jameson Ingraham of His Majesty’s Royal Frontier Houssa Police. But to both friends and foes, he was simply known as Hiji, the resident commissioner of the Reserved Forest Area in British West Central Africa’s Luabala District, a region just shy of the size of New Jersey. In this land where belief in ghosts, spirits, and supernatural forces was unwavering, witch doctors held great influence. So, when a god stirred his people to flesh-eating, murder, or war, it became Hiji’s responsibility to put an end to such practices, using whatever means necessary—whether that be negotiation—or Enfield rifles, bayonets, and machine guns. Commanding a hundred red-capped Houssa policemen—a force assigned to oversee forty thousand—Hiji’s duties ranged from stopping the slave trade and gun-running to preventing tribal warfare, cannibalism, and ritual killing. In this corner of the world, the law makes no distinction of sex, race, or color. Chivalry has no place in the courts, even though the judge sits on a camp stool, dressed in a soiled khaki uniform, while upholding the King’s law. Hiji—the enforcer of law and justice! And of course, this is Seabury Quinn—the master of the weird story—where lycanthropy, witchcraft, and a hint of the unexplainable are always present. Beware the ju-ju! With an introduction by Tom Roberts.