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Moris Klaw was created by Sax Rohmer (better known as the creator of Fu Manchu) and appeared in a series of stories in 1915 in the All-Story Cavalier Weekly and which were later collected in The Dream Detective (1920). Klaw is something of an occult detective, ala Dr. Silence and Carnacki, but most of his cases dealt more in psychic than in overtly magical phenomena. Klaw is a tall man, stooped and gaunt with age, usually wearing threadbare clothing and looking unkempt. He lives in a poor part of London, not far from Wapping Old Stairs, in a "decayed curio shop" of most unpleasant seeming. It is also inhabited by a parrot, which shrieks "Moris Klaw, Moris Klaw, the Devil's come for you" when someone enters the store. Klaw is an antiquarian, full of oddball information, but his true advantage, and the thing that is of most use to the police (who are welcoming of his help), is his clairvoyance, which is heightened when he sleeps. It is not uncommon for Klaw to sleep at a crime scene. When asleep, he is more receptive to psychic impressions; when he sleeps, Klaw takes in all sorts of information, and uses it to explain things to both the other characters and the readers. Klaw is full of self-regard, and his speech of is full of self-satisfaction and affectations.
Klaw is helped by three other characters. Searles, the narrator… Detective-Inspector Grimsby of New Scotland Yard works as Klaw’s contact with the police. And Isis, Klaw’s daughter, lithe, dark, and mysterious, aids him; she is the one with access to Klaw’s notebooks, and her French accent and smoking of cigarettes indicates what other aid she might be able to give in the service of Klaw.
A very old man who carried his many years lightly, or a younger man prematurely aged. None could say which. His skin had the hue of dirty vellum, & his hair, shaggy brows, his scanty beard were so toneless as to defy classification in terms of colour. He wore an archaic brown bowler, smart, gold-rimmed pince-nez & a black silk muffler. A long caped black cloak completely enveloped the stooping figure; from beneath its mud spattered edge peeped long-toed continental boots.
one cannot help but think that Rohmer intends for us to take Moris Klaw as some ancient time traveller come to enlighten the ignorant modern man with secrets from cultures of the past. His eccentric inverted syntax; his habit of continually spraying himself with verbena ("such a refreshing habit -- from ancient Roman times"); his curio shop overflowing with musty relics...; his exotically named daughter (who herself seems other-worldly) all lead the reader to the conclusion that Klaw is something more than a just an odd man. His theory of "The Cycle of Crime" also hints at a knowledge that goes back centuries. Although Klaw claims to record the history of ancient objects in a journal in his shop, the intricate lore of things like Grecian harps, crusader battleaxes, ancient Egyptian pottery sherds & mummies is so vast that it is easier to believe that Klaw came in contact with the relics himself & witnessed the original evildoers using the items for their nefarious purpose rather than to accept him as a scholar & researcher of such things.
And what of this Cycle of Crime & that odically sterilized pillow I mentioned earlier? Simply put: Klaw believes that valuable curios have histories which will often repeat themselves...



