The Elias Home
11 East 73rd St., New York, NY
January 18, 1925

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The night seemed to pass quickly for some, and slowly for others. For some, sleep was the only solace in which they might seek refuge. For others, it was evasive and ephemeral, and the amount they received out of their control. The only certainties in life were that there would always be mysteries out in the world, and that Avery would always have breakfast ready in the morning.
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Stanley slept a bit later than usual. When he woke he started the morning with some Calisthenics. After he put on a fresh shirt and a dark blue suit. Given the threat to himself and the others he made sure he was heeled before he headed down stairs.

Then headed down for breakfast and a look at the morning paper. Finally after finding a place to make a call he put into a call to the office to request a leave of absence.
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Leo had difficulty getting to sleep, for obvious reasons, and slept fitfully, waking several times in the night. During one of the spells of consciousness, he decided to simply rise for the morning and drink some coffee.

When the morning paper arrived, Leo sat down to read it, hoping it would take his mind off everything else for a little while. He waited for the others to arrive before he would begin a discussion of the previous night.

Rosaline had likely had one too many of those martinis, but she slept well enough and rose rested.  After washing and pinning her hair up into a loose bun, she dressed for the day in a plain low-waisted black dress, warm stockings, and black Mary Janes.  Black for Jackson.  Black for mourning.  She didn't imagine she'd be wearing anything cheerful for quite some time.  Last night's evening gown was a necessary evil, but it was time to pay her respects to her cousin while they investigated his murder.

Joining the others downstairs for breakfast, she paused by Leo's chair to give him a kiss on the forehead and squeeze on the shoulder.  "Morning, everyone," she offered as she moved to the sideboard to fix her plate.
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   Waking up from her weird dreams, Annabel yawned and stretched, blinking the sleep her eyes. She looked at her dress from last night that she had laid out and smiled wistfully. It HAD been a fun evening, but today was a new day and there was business to do; boring business but necessary to Dr. Elias. Still, Annabel lingered a few minutes in bed enjoying the warmth before she got up to face the day.

  Soon though, she was up and dressed in a sensible dark blue dress; she really would rather avoid black if possible and figured it was dark enough to be acceptable.  Heading down, she found the others already up and about. eating and doing other things in preparation for the day.

 "Morning," Annabel said cheerily; "I hope everyone slept reasonably well." Seeing the moody faces, and of course they would be from all that had happened, she dulled down her mood some as to not be so perky, and went through the motions of getting breakfast.

 Soon she was sitting at the table and waited to see what was on the agenda for the day.

Having finished his telephone call Bishop headed into the dining room to join the others.

"Morning." Stanley said simply.


Having already eaten in the kitchen, Stanley poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down. As they were not all present Stanley decided like the others that it was not yet time to bring up the task at hand.

In reply in Annabelle's question Stanley simply replied "Yes thank you."

Walter wakes feeling pretty good. Even his wound seems less restrictive and painful. He shaves and washes up, taking care to clean the wound and re-bandage it.

Going downstairs, he finds that he's the last one to breakfast. He eats silently, listening to the others talk about what happened at Erica Carlyle's.

"I'm willing to tackle the French book, though I'm apt to be a little rusty. I'd suggest using Low Library at Columbia for research; I probably can still find my way around it."

  "Welllll" Annabel said with a bit of hesitation in her voice. She felt kind of bad hefting the responsibility of researching the book onto the man, but she wasn't going to argue if he really wanted to do it. "If you really don't mind taking it on? I guess Dr Elias can find something else for me to help with."

Please not the awful book, please not the awful book; she thought with dread causing a slightly worried look to come cross her pretty face.

Leo smiled and nodded his thanks to his niece for her touch of compassion, and greeted the others in turn.

 Once everyone was seated, Leo began discussing all the details of the previous night, mostly for Walter's benefit, but just to make certain that everyone was on the same page. When they had finished, Leo listened to Annabel and Bo discuss the French book. "Why don't you take the People of the Monolith, Miss Ashcroft?"

He then looked around at everyone. "We should come up with a plan for the day. What should we do besides some reading?"
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Bishop did not really understand the link between the books and Jack's murder, but given the break in and the killing of the book dealer there certainly seemed to be one. But truth be told thing was all a bit escoteric for him. His life had prepared him for the more practical end of the investigation. "If the matter of the books is settled I wanted discuss something that might be more pressing."

"Given the vicious character of Jack's killers, I called in a few favors and have been having some of my operatives watching the house the past couple nights. I spoke with one last night and he reported they had spotted someone snooping around the property, but he slipped away before they were able to apprehend him. They described him as a dark haired white male, who looked to be in his twenties."

"I call the office this morning to put in for a leave of absence."

"Dr. Elias I also engaged the services of the agency to a couple of men around the clock. I would ask that you allow them to remain here inside the house until the police can bring this matter to a close."
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Leo nodded at what Stanley had said. "Excellent thinking, Stanley. As for the men you are suggesting we have inside the house, do you know them? I am certainly fine with trustworthy men staying here until this matter is completely settled."

"While I would not necessarily want them to date my sister, they are professionals accustomed to just this sort of work. They are discreet and while some may be a bit rough they are largely well mannered." Bishop replied.

"Now I wonder if we can turn our attention to how to proceed regarding the cult itself and the leads we have turned up."

Sitting down to her meal, Rosalie gave Stanley a shocked look over the rip of her coffee cup.  "Someone skulking about?  Here?  That is quite unsettling.  I am very thankful that you had the forethought to call in a little protection.  If the attempted burglary at the Carlyle estate had anything to do with the books we found in the safe, then someone might make that same attempt here."

"On our prospective leads, just what do you think that we could possibly inquire about next?  Our visit to Miriam Atwright at Harvard will not bear fruit for a few more days while she researches the cults that Jackson was investigating.  Did anyone else's investigations lead to other subjects into which we might delve?"