The bored and snobbish Marquess of Kingston-King to his friends-doesn't believe in witches. Granted, he was cursed by a witch when he was thirteen, but King doesn't believe in curses either. So surely it must be an aftereffect of too much drink and debauchery when, on the eve of his thirtieth birthday, the witch from his youth reappears to watch her curse on him take effect. And, whether King believes it or not, the next morning he's gone from...