0130 Hours
Heavy fog

Everyone was in position at the destination and the hour was right to give them two to three hours between foot patrols. There was a watch set at the front and back of the building. The streets around were quiet and deserted, streetlights and window lights dimmed and diffulse due to the heavy fog. Visibility was maybe a block or two at most, less for clear identification.

There were no lights on in the Penhew Foundation, a large 2-story stone building. Major Storm and DS Darlington gathered in the shadows at the rear door while everyone else planning to enter waited at a distance. With seemingly little trouble the door was opened. Revolver and electric torch in hand, Darlington went in first, alone, to check things out while Storm retired.

After fifteen minutes, Darling emerged and gave the signal all was clear. It was time to go in, maybe a little ahead of schedule, but no need to wait and the time might pass all too quickly!


Keeper's Note: Marching order!

Singh steps through the door and goes several paces before stopping to wait for the others.

The Count follows Mr Singh in, taking his carpet bag and one of the lamps. He retrieves one of the torches and before turning it on listens.

Cynthia enters once Mr. Singh indicates it's safe for her. She keeps a sharp ear out, and is currently more focused on being silent than anything. She figures the gentlemen will scout ahead for threats, so she has the luxury of looking for clues. She keeps her flashlight aimed low (or off) as she scouts.

The Penhew Foundation

The building's office hours were 8:30-5:30, Mon-Friday. The large collection of ancient Egyptian artifacts and art was open on those days from Noon-4pm.

The cleaning lady worked 5pm-midnight every night (weekends included) but was now gone. The normal daytime security (2 guards) present to safeguard the collection was absent while the gallery was closed. Neither the doorman nor front desk secretary/guard was present after-hours, leaving the Foundation to them. Gavigan had left for the night, as far as could be determined.

As far as their (admittedly short) surveillance had determined, there was no night watchman, and Darlington had done a quick sweep through the halls to confirm this. (He hadn't had time to check all the building's many interior doors and rooms, but if anyone was there with a light on he would have noted it.)

Singh was in first, followed by the Count and Miss Holloway. Fulty was behind her and Darlington brought up the rear.

The basement was where deliveries were made. It had good head space, and consisted of a main room where crates were stored, a coal bin and, from the map, "crawl space". The lights were turned off.

Keeper's Note:

Link back to this game

Please see the Game Map. The rear of the building is at the top.
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Singh looks about, using his (electric) torch to seek a stair or -- aha! an elevator.
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The Count moved over towards the entrance of the crawl space. He crouched down and open the door, shinning his torch around the interior. He assumed it was storage or a quirk of construction.

He would also look over the crates making a mental note of any address labels.
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The light from Imran's torch played about. There didn't appear to be a set of stairs up into the building, an odd quirk to say the least.

From behind, Darlington confirmed that to enter the building proper, he had to go in through the loading dock into the first floor.

There were few labels on the crates. Most appeared to be recognisable from shipping and receivers here in London that he'd used himself to import books from the Continent or farther afield. The Count then made his way over to the crawlspace door.

It was impossible to tell from the doorway if there were any stairs, the stone floor was a foot or so up, making the ceiling quite low. It was possible to stand with a stoop to avoid crushing one's hat against the wooden beams supporting the low roof.

The space was filled with furniture, exhibit cases, and shelves. A thick layer of dust lay over everything. It was impossible to see any of the far walls in the light of the torch.
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Imran checks out the elevator to see if he can operate the controls.

Pitching his voice low, he asks the others, "Have those crates been opened and emptied?"

In reply to Imran Singh (msg #9):

Darlington stationed himself by the rear door, keeping a watch.

The lift was on the Ground floor. It was of a conventional freight type, with a platform and gate, and could be called. It did seem rather odd to him that there was no stairs directly connecting the basement to the main floor. A quick check of the floor plans confirmed this.

Fulty went over to the crates and examined them in the light of his own torch. "Some are empty, some aren't. Oh, hey, here's one from the Limehouse address of the warehouse the Penhouse Institute now owns."


Keeper's Note: I think the plans I posted before were too small to easily use. I am re-posting them at larger size to make them easier to use.
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He swept the torch light over the crawl space and checked the dust for foot prints. It looked unlikely the space was used for anything other then storage.

He moved back to Mr Singh

"Nothing, do we risk the elevator ?

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #11):

Fulty checked out the crates, noting the addresses. Darlington kept a watch at the rear door, lest they be caught inside the basement.

When the Count swept his torch into the cluttered crawlspace, he noticed two things: there was a small stairwell in the SE corner allowing access to the first floor, and the northern wall was a lot closer than it seemed in the plans.
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Cynthia holds up a finger for silence. She pauses a few moments to listen, then writes down on her pad, "Someone is inside this wall". She points to the wall separating the coal chute from the crawl space.

The Count paced out the wall on their side and then with an estimate of the same wall in the crawl space he said to the group;

"I believe we have a hidden space behind the northern wall. There is also a set of stairs in the crawlspace. From the amount of clutter along the walls I would say it is not accessed from here, though we can check as we move to the stairs."
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Singh whsipers, "Perhaps we could go up in the elevator and find that stair from above rather than putting ourselves at a disadvantage in the cramped crawlspace."

"I think the noise would alert whoever is in the hidden space. It is not that low, though I shall be removing my hat. Also I was not able to get a good look at the northern wall it may have some sort of door in it."

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #14):

Due to the amount of clutter inside the crawlspace, the Count need to actually go inside to pace out the rear wall accurately. He determined the new wall (that is, not on the plans) was located about two thirds up the crawlspace, around where the low wall into the coal bin was located.

Once he had undertaken his quick building assessment the Count moved closer to the wall and began checking for a concealed entrance or anything else unusual. He kept the torch at his feet looking for any tracks as he moved to the wall.

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #18):

The Count determined it was unlikely that there was a concealed door anywhere in the basement, or if there were, it was constructed with great skill. No tracks seemed to disappear into any walls or make unexpected diversions. The usual traffic routes seemed to be from outside, the lift, and the stairs in the crawlspace directly to the furnace and coalbin, for obvious reasons. (A few faint tracks seemed to be around the crates but this would be indicative of moving them in and out.)

For her part, Cynthia noted there seemed to be an electrical conduit leading into what appeared to be the secret room comprising the NE corner of the basement, as well as a duct leading there directly from the furnace.


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Cynthia shares what she found, then writes, If there is entrance here, it may be on the upper floor. But if we use the lift, we'll certainly alert whomever is hiding there. We'll need a quieter route.

"I expect that they are already aware of our presence," whispers Singh, "Using the elevator may make them think they are undetected. Perhaps Darlington and Fulty should stay behind and watch to see if they emerge after the lift goes up."

"I will ascend using the stairs. It may give us the opportunity to check whether anyone is lying in wait.

With that he begins to climb the stairs.

While the Count is ascending, Cynthia takes a moment to better examine the duct into the secret room, checking if it's large enough for a person to climb into it (and if she could do so quietly), as well as further listening to the sounds of whoever is in that room.

Inside

Darlington didn't look particularly convinced by the suggested use of reverse psychology and shook his head, but didn't want to argue aloud.

Reading Cynthia's note, Fulty nodded his head in agreement. Looking at the sketch of the floorplan and figuring out which rooms were above the secret chamber he took out his fountain pen. he wrote underneath her note, "Yes - in Gavigan's office or storage room" in neat script.

The ducting was to conduct hot air, and was made of galvanised tin. It wasn't nearly big enough to fit inside, and if it was anyone crawling through such ductwork would make an impressive racket!

Meanwhile, Bathony quietly ascended the stairs to the east Visitor's Lounge. There was no door at the top of the stairs, but there was only minor creaking which he hoped wasn't noticed. When he got almost to the top, he peeked out at what was marked on the floor plans one of the work/lounge areas for visiting scholars. Sturdy shelves filled with leather-bound books lined the walls and there were two lines of mahogany desks, plus chesterfields and coffee tables closest to the entrance.

The lounge was open to the foyer and front door where the front desk sat. The lounge's lights where he was were turned down, leaving this corner of the building in shadow. Bathony heard the clicking of shoe leather as someone slowly climbed the stairs by the front desk to the second floor, seemingly unawares.

Outside

All was quiet on the foggy London streets. Passers-by were non-existent. True to Darlington's word, the cabbie that drove Lampton's taxi didn't ask many questions. As a rough-looking sort with an impenetrable Cockney accent smoking a cheap pipe with even cheaper tobacco, he probably (and correctly) assumed there was some kind of a crime or burglary in progress.

Taking out his flask of tea (not offering any to Lampton) he began pouring himself a mug. Stopping abruptly, he asked Howeard, "oi, Guv, do yer droive? A ve-hicle, loike?"

Keeper's Note: Technically, Bathony is on the Ground floor and the "Second Floor" would be called the First Floor. There is no door to the stairs, and no door to the entry foyer. The front desk has a single light, he has no LOS to the closest stairs where the unseen person is climbing.

Of course, I'll also be making all your Sneak and Hide rolls so you won't know if you've been spotted or heard, and call for you to make Spot Hidden or Listen checks as appropriate.
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"I have some familiarity with motor cars," Howard replies, "Though I rarely exercise them."

The thuggish-looking cabbie nodded to himself.

"Roight, then. Oi gots me a pub t' be in while me Taxi is stolen by some naow-account 'oodlum, yeah? Keys are in th' ignition. Darlington'll knoaw whaar' t' leave 'er. Oi didn't see nar 'ear nuffink. Top o' the evenin'."

Without further ado, the driver poured the tea back in the flask, opened the door, and got out. Touching his cap, he began walking off into the darkness.

The Count turned to whoever was behind him and said in a low whisper;

"Someone is going upstairs."

Once the person on the stairs was on or near to the second floor the Count moved towards the rear of the building and the storage room. He tried Gavigan's office door as he past it on his way to the other room.

If the door to the storage room was unlocked he would enter and close the door. If it was locked and Gavigan's office was open he would enter it.
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In reply to The Keeper (msg #26):

Somewhat nonplussed, Howard nevertheless climbs behind the wheel of the auto, checking the fuel level and adjusting the mirrors.

Singh stands near to Miss Cynthia, giving her a slim smile.

Darlington and Ralph accompanied the Count as the moved down the corridor on the main floor to the rear of the building. They went one at a time to minimise any noise. The rest of the party remained in the basement.

Gavigan's office door was unlocked, but they didn't enter it.

The rear store-room door was unlocked. It opened into a room full of what their torches revealed as wooden shelves holding office supplies: pencils, paper, ink pots, pens, file folders, paperclips, etc.

There were also stacks of boxes and cases, as well as old office furniure. Lying a  few feet away from the rear (east) wall was an Egyptian sarcophagus of poor quality, possibly a forgery or fake, or poorly-maintained mummy case belonging to a later dynasty.

The Count closed the door to the storage room and waited listening for any sound. He examined the boxes first then moved to the mummy's case. He thought it was an odd place to store it even if it was a fake.

He had recently started to take an interest in the history and archaeology of Egypt and had spent many hours in the wonderful collections of London.

As he examined the piece he tried to decipher any inscriptions.

Singh steps over to the crates. He tries the lids to see whether any is loose and looks for a prybar or other tool to remove the lids.

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #31):

Fulty, the Egyptologist, studied the mummy case along with Bathony.

"Can't tell which dynasty, if any, that's supposed to be from. It's a forgery, not a very good one," he whispered.

With the door closed, he turned on the light, took a quick photo of the case, then turned the light off again.

In reply to Imran Singh (msg #32):

There are no loose lids on the closed crates.

Looking around, he could see no tool to open the lids of the sealed ones. He realised it would make a fair amount of racket, no matter how hard he tried.

Singh growls quietly to himself. Next time he'll bring a couple of tools.

Cynthia listens carefully downstairs for a bit longer, for signs of trouble or the ok from the boys upstairs. She finally decides must be safe, and goes up, keeping her lantern off and her tools still wrapped up, entered the ground level. She's more curious about Gavigan's office, and listens at the door before entering.

Inside the Penhew Institute, Main Floor:

Upstairs, Darlington peeked his head out the storeroom door, keeping watch. He saw Miss Holloway and Singh creep towards him. Nodding his understanding, he watched them enter Gavigan's office.

The Count was unable to read any of the inscriptions, and Ralph confirmed they were garbage, the sarcophagus was a fake.

Gavigan's office as they remembered it from the day. Books, a locked desk clear of any papers, a telephone, cabinets. There was a row of closets on the north wall. There was also a closed safe behind the desk.

Outside the Institute:

Outside, the fog had descended hard. Vision was limited to perhaps a block where there was a streetlight, pitch black in the alleyways.

The taxi had sufficient petrol to take them throughout the city, should that prove necessary. Howard settled in to wait about a half block away from the rear gate of the Institute.

At the rear gate itself, John-Marc kept a watch on the rear entrances and loading dock of the building.

In front of the Institute, Dr. Weston kept to the shadows. To all accounts he was just another Londoner out for a walk, like most Londoners. A little late, perhaps, but surely on the way home from his club or maybe a mistresses.

A couple blocks away in different directions, Perkins waited in the Count's delivery van while Karlheinz sat in the truck.
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The Count having looked over the sarcophagus begins to try and open it. He checks the seam to get a finger hold.

As a last resort he will try to shift it thinking it must conceal a trap door.
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In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #38):

The floor around the mummy case seems smooth and worn a little, as if the case swivels around a central pivot. Possibly concealing a trap door down.

It doesn't swing freely and he couldn't get his fingers into the seam of the case nor under the edges. There must be a catch somewhere.

"Professor, Inspector could you have a look at this?"

As the others gathered around the Count added;

"Look at this here and here, it looks like it moves in someway. Maybe a catch help me look."

The Count held his torch close as he examined the sarcophagus again in more detail with the other two.

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #40):

"Not Inspector, right? Wrong rank," corrected Darlington with a smile. "I don't call yer a Kin'g, do I? Detective or Detective Sergeant is fine. Naow, let's 'ave a look."

He looked at the case and couldn't find anything. He felt around the seam, couldn't find anything.

Singh stands by the door, listening for sound in the corridor, as Cynthia begins searching the room.

Cynthia begins checking in the closets, looking for secret doors or traps, then quickly glances through the books (just reaching behind and feeling for threads or false fronts). With that complete, she'll move to the desk, examining the lock to see if, with some jostling or forcing she could get it to open (without breaking it). As she's working, she whispers to Mr. Singh, "if one of the gentlemen feels up to popping a lock, his dexterity would be appreciated now."

Singh nods and slips into the corridor. He goes into the storeroom.

"Miss Holloway needs help unlocking a desk drawer," he whispers to their friends.

"Mr Singh would you mind looking at this ?

"I think it may have catch or be covering something."

Inside the Institute

Inside Gavigan's office, Cynthia was unable to find anything incriminating. The desk drawer wouldn't open.

However, the safe was unlocked and opened easily. Peeking inside, she could see stacks of pound notes in her torch beam, crisp and in wrappers.

Singh asked for help and DS Darlington answered, "Oi believe Oi got it. You chums keep on tha', yeah?"

Moving to the office, he quickly had the desk drawers open.

"Want me to 'ave a look, Miss?"

Outside the Institute

The London streets were quiet save for the foghorns out on the water. No one stirred in the fog.

"Yes please, Detective. Also, there are stacks of pound notes in the safe. I wasn't aware the institute kept so much petty cash."

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg #47):

"Rather odd, yeah."

Looking into the safe, DS Darlington picked up a wad of bills and licked his lips. He then riffled the bills, did a mental count.

"There's abaaat five 'undred pounds there in new bills. Consecutively numbered. In an open safe. Rather careless, don't ya fink?"

Looking tempted, he slipped the bills back in and closed the safe.

Opening the desk drawers, they found office materials: pens and nibs, an inkpot and blotter, ledgers and forms. Nothing too suspicious.

Inside the storeroom, those investigating the mummy case prodded and probed for a catch of some kind. Looking at the face, it seemed the painted eyes were a little more worn than the face around it.

Molly made sure her hat was on her head and was immediately sorry she pushed so hard.  It had been a wonderfully sinful night of drinking and music but now it was time to pay the piper and that piper must have had a drummer friend who came along for the ride.

As she held on to the building and carefully stepped her way towards the streets her reporter instincts kicked in when she saw a car in the ally way.  She gingerly walked up to the car, swaying in both a fashionable and hung over manner, and approached.  Could it be?  Might it be?...

Molly walked up to the car and gently tapped on the window smiling as she noticed it was her friend Howard Lampton.  "Now what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg #49):

Rear Alleyway

It was indeed Howard's friend Molly, who'd been missing the last couple days since Friday, when she went to interview Miles Shipley. Mrs Shipley had said Molly had been turned away but the old woman and her son seemed so odd and suspicious that it seemed possible some sort of foul play had occurred.

Even her Uncle Mickey, the editor of the London Scoop, her paper, had telephoned the hotel earlier that very day to try and track her down.

So it seemed that Molley was indeed returned from the dead!
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"Look here I think the eyes may be the switch"

Moving himself and anyone else out of the way of the worn floor area. The Count pushes the eyes and waits.

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #51):

When he pushed both eyes in at the same time, there was a click.

The case started to rotate slowly around the middle with a soft scrape along the floorboards. A narrow doorway down was concealed inside. The chamber below was in darkness.

"Well, well, well," breathed Ralph.
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The Count raised his finger to his lips as he stayed in a crouch and listened at the entrance to the chamber. He removed his automatic pistol from its underarm holster and held it in his right hand.
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Singh draws his revolver as well, standing to one side of the Count.

Cynthia, content that there's nothing in the office, moves to rejoin the group. But seeing the open passageway, she stops, listens, and waits. She's not eager to be the first to enter, not that Singh would let her anyway, but perhaps she can serve as lookout until the party is content the secret room is safe.

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg #49):

"Hello, Miss Fuller, I'm driving a taxi tonight," says Howard, reaching across to open the front dooe, "Would you care to wait with me? You know, your uncle's been worried about you."

In reply to Howard Lampton (msg #56):

Molly winched at Howards loud voice.  Reason had it that he really wasn't talking loud because why would one talk loud in an alley at this time of day?  But his words seemed to be red hot pokers going directly into her brains.  From past experience Molly logically concluded that she a) had a wonderful time at the party she had left...whenever, and b) she was hungover.

"shhhh Howard..   I'm right here.  No need to go shouting all over the ally.  Thanks.  I could use a seat about now."  She hesitated and then winced as he mentioned her uncle.  "Yes, well dear ol Uncle <sigh> worries about me all the time.  Why should this time be different?  What does he expect?  I go to investigate stories and it's just not convenient to check in all the time.  I shall give the ol dear a jingle later shall I?"

Molly carefully opened the door and sat down in the car.  "This is much better.  Thank you Howard."

Inside the Institute

Everyone inside the ornate High Victorian museum building was now gathered in the storeroom, looking at a passageway down that had been concealed by a mummy case. That the mechanism was almost soundless indicated an electric motor of some kind.

Either way, they all stared down into the narrow stairwell leading into the darkness. All except for Darlington, who was keeping watch at the door. He hadn't drawn his revolver but did have his cosh in his hand, held down beside his leg.

Staring down into the passage, Fulty swallowed and said, "ah... you first, Count?"

Outside the Institute

The museum was an ornate High Victorian edifice. Only two stories but with high-ceilings, arches, cornices, and so on. It was surrounded by a wall, and John-Marc was at the rear gate, keeping watch. He heard footsteps in the blackness of the alleyway behind him, then saw a strange figure getting into the taxi where Howard waited, alone.
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"Of course."

With that he began to descend the staircase with his automatic in his right hand and torch in his left. He went sideways down the stairs, on the right to lessen any noise.

When he had a view into the room he switched his torch on and rapidly moved it side to side to disorientate anyone inside. He had used the technique when trench raiding during the Great War, he hope his luck was the same now.

Singh takes a position at the top of the stair, prepared to back Bathory's play or to cover his retreat.

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg #57):

"You seem a bit under the weather, Miss Fuller," Howard says in a quiet voice, "My companions were out looking for you when you didn't check in with your uncle after interviewing Miles Shipley. Where have you been? It's been several days and the entire block where the Shipley house was located has burned to the ground."

In reply to Howard Lampton (msg #61):

Molly sighed.  "You aren't going to rat me out are you Howard?  I'll tell if you promise not to tell Uncle.  If you have to know I went to the Shipley's.  What?  It burned down?  When?  I was there..."

Molly stopped and had to think when she had been there.  Looking down at her clothes she noticed that she had on a silk suit complete with trousers and overcoat and the mostly darling tie that was loosely tied and hung down low by her cleavage of course.  She deducted then she most have stopped and changed out of her normal slacks and into the more fashionable...a sign of a party.  Her hangover also was testimony to it.

"...well I was at the Shipley's on Friday before I went home and changed into my party clothes.  It's the weekend Howard.  Surely Uncle would remember that parties are on weekends.  He's not that old.  I didn't get to see them though.  Would you believe that they turned me away at the door?  ME! Talk about rude."

Molly smiled and leaned over to pat Howard on the shoulder.  "Well that's about it  You missed a terrific party Howard.  Should have been there.  I'll tell you all about it as soon as I remember it.  So instead of partying with me...what have you been up to.  Anything I can print?"

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #59):

The chamber was empty. The Count's breath echoed off the boxlike concrete walls. It somehow seemed colder than expected down there.

Light from his torch revealed a writing desk against the south wall, with some chairs arranged around a coffee table and a steamer trunk. At the northern end was a large bookcase and several bas-reliefs and small mosaics, as if the adornments of ancient tombs and temples from far away had been removed from the walls and rehung here.

The Count stood at the base of the stairs and took in the room around him. He was tempted to examine it in detail but instead he took a moment to let his heart rate drop.

He then ascended the stairs and in a whisper let the others know the coast was clear and too bring his carpet bag. The bookcase was the obvious place to start and he crossed the room at a quick walk. He scanned the spines to take in any titles as well as to determine age, materials, place of manufacturer etc...

Singh puts his revolver away and picks up the carpetbag, descending to the room. He sets the bag on the table and looks about for a lamp or light switch.

In reply to Imran Singh (msg #65):

(Keeper's Note: Bingo!)

There was a switch next to the narrow stairs for the two electrical bulbs, as well as a second switch (ON/OFF) for the mummy/door. The lights came on with a click of the switch. A lamp on the desk and another by the chesterfield provided ample light for the space.

Fulty followed them down, getting his camera out of the case. "Sweet Lord... those friezes... they're ghastly!" He started taking photographs.

The additional light revealed how horrifying the frescoes really were, and many were religious-looking icons of terrible and unnatural creatures. Demons, perhaps, if not even more bestial. There were also statuettes. All of the wall art and the small statuettes were faded and eroded with great age. Between snaps of the camera Ralph commented, "I would say these are, at a glance, Egyptian and proto-Sumerian."

Next to the the writing desk, travel trunk and bookcase where two travel cases, both about a two feet to each side. They looked like cases one would use to transport artwork or small sculptures.

The large ornate bookcase was of fine red mahogany. It had obviously been brought down in pieces and assembled in place, or the wall was built with it already here. Glass doors protected several leather-bound volumes and scrolls in brass and scrimshaw bone tubes. Some titles were in Russian, German, French, Latin and Spanish. Most did not have titles. Recognisable (if perhaps meaningless) titles included the Liber Ibonis, G'harne Fragments and Book of Dyzan. One looked very familiar and the Count was excited to see: Africa's Dark Sects.

Cynthia follows, although keeps close to the stairs, in case of trouble. She whispers, "no one is down here? He must have gone upstairs. Let's finish up our business quickly and be gone."

The Count undid his carpet bag withdrawing the four canvas book bags. He placed them on the desk for the others to use as he began placing books from the bookcase into one of them.

"Are we common thieves, then? I thought we were seeking evidence about the disappearances. I will not be a party to such criminal activity, Count Book-seller."

"It is my experience that such cults hold information in the highest regard. By denying them access to these books we disadvantage them in more ways then killing a thousand members."

"Though if you wish to give Mr Tewfik his lawful property back, I would be happy to run you over."

With that he finished loading his book bag with the contents of the book case. He put his copy of Africa's Dark Secrets in his jacket.
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Singh mounts the stairs to the storeroom.

John-Marc shifted quietly at the sounds of footsteps behind him.  So far things were quiet at the back gate and inside the house.  It was a good sign and he hoped that those inside were having good luck.  Slightly worried about Howard he stepped back to the taxi, his eyes still on the gate.  Seeing the form of a woman inside the cab he relaxed slightly. "Howard old boy. Who is the pretty lady with you?  I must say it is unsporting of you to monopolize her attentions."

In reply to Imran Singh (msg #71):

Fulty didn't mention Singh's abrupt departure. He moved over to the bookshelf and continued taking pictures.

"I'm about done with pictures. Many beastly creatures. I'll study them later, look for mythological similarities.

"You have the books?"
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The volumes are efficiently packed away into the book bags. Still remaining on the shelf is a sandalwood box the size of a shoebox, and a small ornate jar made of leaded glass.

On the other side of the room were other items for investigation: a desk, trunk, a couple of cases.

The volumes are efficiently packed away into the book bags. Still remaining on the shelf is a sandalwood box the size of a shoebox, and a small ornate jar made of leaded glass.

On the other side of the room were other items for investigation: a desk, trunk, a couple of cases.

Catching a glimpse of the Mr Singh leaving the Count paid it no mind. He picks up both the sandlewood box and the glass jar. He puts them in the book bag after trying to see the contents of the jar through the glass. He wedged the jar in to stop it tipping over.



"Yes all packed away."

If no one has started to investigate the trunk the Count will walk over and open it to view its contents.
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Cynthia isn't packing books. Idle hands and all that, she'll check the desk, trunk, and a couple of cases (since Mr. Singh is watching the entrance). She whispers to him as she passes, "you may wish to listen closer to the stairs. That will give us more notice should the remaining individual decide he's finished his reading for the night."

Singh goes in search of Darlington.

In reply to Imran Singh (msg #79):

Darlington was at the door, and nodded to Singh as he came up behind him. He pointed upstairs and made a walking motion with his fingers.

The jar seemed to have some kind of black powder inside, perhaps an oxide. He left the scroll tubes in the bookcase and went to the trunk and small stand-alone wardrobe. It had a quantity of supplies inside (tinned water and food), enough for two or three days. Inside the wardrobe were a couple sets of men's clothing (folded) including shoes, hats and overcoats. On the top shelf were blankets.

Cynthia found the desk held candles and matches, plus several passports for Gavigan under different false names (several for the UK, France, Germany, Hong Kong, Australia, Imperial Russia, Hungary, British India, British Kenya). There were hundreds of pound notes in different denomination. As well, in the desk's top drawer was a .32 revolver and a box of bullets.

She moved on to the two cases. The larger one was very heavy, and was addressed in English (and presumably Chinese script):

HO FONG IMPORTS,
15 KAO YANG ROAD,
SHANGHAI, CHINA.

Attention honourable HO FONG".

The smaller case was addressed:

Randolph Shipping Co.,
Port Darwin, Northern Territory
Dominion of Australia

Personal to Mr. Randolph

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #73):

"Miss Molly Fuller, may I introduce Mr. John-Marc Falcon, late of the royal Flying Corps. Miss Fuller is a journalist with the Daily Scoop, John-Marc, perhaps you've heard us mention her work."

Howard returns to Miss Fuller's question:

"I have mostly been reading very disturbing books, Miss Fuller. Several of my companions, however, visited Miles shipley and his mother in an effort to find you, as well as to discover whether his works had any bearing on the murders connected to the Blue Pyramid Club.

"They failed to make any clear link before the studio and home and, apparently, the Shipleys were lost in a fire. Our associate, Mr. Webley also went missing that night."

John-Marc nodded to Molly.  "Miss Fuller, a pleasure to meet you.  I have read your work in the Daily Scoop with great interest.  I must say you have a smashing way with words miss."

The Count joined Miss Holloway at the cases;

"It looks as if Penhew used this place as a bolt hole. Do the locations on the cases mean anything to you ?

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #82):

Molly looked John-Marc up and down and smiled.  She was sure she'd have enjoyed meeting him in the daylight and when her head wasn't pounding as much but then life seldom does march to your drum.

"A man of discerning tastes I see.  You are too kind though.  It's just something that I put together in between parties.  Howard was just telling me of the Shipley's fire.  Rather suspicious timing I would think wouldn't you?"

John-Marc smiled back at the pretty woman, his teeth flashing white in the dark.  His accent is a bit hard to place with traces of English boarding school interspersed with a colonial, almost French manner of speech.  "Quite suspicious Miss Fuller and most dastardly to attempt to singe such a fair lady as yourself." His manner turns more serious;  "It is a large scale conspiracy we face here, not only in England but in the US and around the world."  As he speaks he keeps a watch back on the rear gate.

In reply to Imran Singh (msg #79):

Darlington looked up at Singh when the other man came up. He nodded, making it clear that nothing was happening.

"The guard's gone back to the front entrance. Long as we're quiet he won't bother us for another... ten minutes."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #85):

Molly got as much of a thinking cap on that her hangover would allow and nodded.  "Dreadfully bad manners that.  I would say that I'd cross their names off my social calendar since somebody thought I would be there but then there isn't anybody to complain to now.  Seriously though I doubt that they thought I was the target.  I would theorize that it was more to cover up any investigations that I might continue and convince others to continue."

Molly got an excited look about her when he mentioned conspiracy.  "A conspiracy?  Oh I hope so.  I haven't met a conspiracy yet that hasn't been uncovered sooner or later.  That, by itself, should give us all hope Mr. Falcon.."

Singh whispers to Darlington: "Are you aware, Detective Sergeant, that Count Bathory is stealing all of the books he has found downstairs?"

John-Marc nodded sympathetically;  "Well, the fire served them straight for that bit of bad manners.  From what I have read of your work any conspirator would be in real fear of being uncovered once you were on their trail." He smiled again; "I am looking forward to seeing you in action Miss Fuller."

In reply to Imran Singh (msg #88):

Darlington looked at Singh like he was crazy.

He then checked up the stairs, then looked towards the door down the hall where the guard was presumably sitting. Seeing the coast was clear he closed the storeroom door behind them and replied,

"Gawdon Bennet! Yes, because it's evidence, right? I nevver expected ter find a signed confession on Gavigan's desk, did yer? Don't fret, I 'ad a word wiv me boss, Detective Inspector Barrington, an' it'll be squared away if need be. As long as no one is enrichin' 'emselves through such "evidence garfering", that's a fair cop in me book. OK?"

Finished with what he had to say, Darlington re-opened the door to keep watch on the hall.

In reply to Albert Darlington (msg #90):


Inclining his head to the policeman, hand to his breast, Singh takes up the watch with him.

Cynthia will attempt to open the cases. At this point, any attempt to conceal evidence is likely beyond hope, but she'll attempt to minimize it, nonetheless.

(Also, copy down the false names in the passports, and the real names and addresses on the cases, for future reference).

With no reply from Cynthia the Count returns to the bookcase and puts the last of the scroll tubes into his carpet bag.

Once Cynthia has finished with the passports the Count will collect them up to give to Detective Darlington. If she is able to open the cases he will wander back after finishing with the bookcase.
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1:34 AM

Singh kept watch while Darlington went down into the hole to see what was happening. He accepted the fake passports from the Count with a nod, putting them in his pocket.

By jamming open the lock, Cynthia was able to open the larger case first. Inside was a large brass figurine, hideous in form.

8 on the sanity check. Should I count myself as having practiced the Lockpicking skill as well?

Cynthia pops the trunk open, peers inside, and slams it shut again, then pauses to slow her breathing.

"Mr. Singh, we will want to take these trunks as well. Don't open them. Please hurry!"

Responding to Cynthia's summons, Singh closes the storeroom door and goes downstairs.

Molly looked up at John-Marc and got a twinkle in her blood shot eyes.  "Why thank you sir.  I might just have to take you up on that offer for a flight."  Molly leaned in and patted the seat next to her as she continued her conversation.  "Care to come in out of the cold Mr. Falcon?  Tell me, are you a barnstormer?  It must be so exhilarating to fly at such fast speeds.  Your heart racing as fast as the propellers as you stare down at everybody from your lofty heights."  She paused as she asked again.  "And what would a pilot be doing on the ground in an alley again?  I'm sure you've told me so you can tell me again.  Fraid my hangover is meddling with my memory at the moment so it would be 'off the record' tonight."

The Count recoiled from the contents in the case.

"Such imagery."

As Miss Holloway seem to have things in order the Count returned to the bookcase and removed the last of the scroll tubes into his carpet bag. On his way up he took the passports to give to Darlington.

At the top of the stairs he tapped Detective Darlington on the shoulder and in a whisper;

"I believe these will be enough for at least a forgery or possession charge. A raid by London's finest in a few hours may just cover our adventure, now you know the secrets of the building."

"As I am sure you will agree such items are best kept out of the public domain."

Darlington gave the passports and ID back.

"'Ang on ter ffem fer now. I'll explain later."

"Of course, so it looks as if we will have to depart from the rear of this level ?"

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #101):

"Correct. Garfer da uvvers an' let's make 'aste?"

Down in the secret room, Sigh attempted to lift the larger case. (This was the larger one and and contained the brass statue).

He estimated that whatever was inside weighed at least a hundred pounds or more. By straining, he was able to move it a few feet,

The second, unopened, case was lighter and probably could be carried by a single person.


Keeper's Note: to my knowledge, only one case has been opened, the larger one. It's very heavy and will probably take 2 to move. The smaller case is unopened.

"Yes indeed, Mr Singh may need a hand from one of the other gentlemen or yourself. I do not believe my help will be welcome, so I shall secure the rear door for our exit. Lastly I assume you will be leaving the mummy case as we found it."

With that he left with the book bag over one shoulder and the carpet bag in his other hand.

JM smiled and took a seat next to the pretty reporter.  "I worked for a while as a barnstormer after the war.  It is quite exhilarating to cheat death on every flight.  There is no greater feeling of danger and excitement than flying upside down just a dozen feet off the ground.  Unfortunately such exhibitionism never 'took off' so to speak here in England."

"A friend of mine, Jonas Kensing was murdered as a result of one of his authors investigating this cult.  I joined the group to bring justice to Jonas' killers."  He shook his head; "And here I am, sitting next to such a charming lady as yourself."

Cynthia whispers, "Mr. Singh, will we have enough hands to get all of these cases? Is there something I can carry to free you up?"

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #105):

Molly heard what John-Marc had said and filed it away for future reference.  That was what she did.  She would hear conversations at the parties and file it away until her brain could function to put two and two together.  So from this piece of information she found out that John-Marc knew Jonas Kensing and that Jonah had authorized somebody to investigate things.  Interesting indeed.

Molly put her hand on John-Marc's arm.  "I'm sorry to hear that this caused yet more deaths.  It will be figured out in time you know.  It always is.  It just takes time to sort through all the clues and check out the leads."  She gave a little laugh and shook her head, a few strands of curls falling forward.  "Dear me.  Did I just sound like the police then?  No crime will go unpunished?  It's a good thing they don't put a time limit on solving murders for it can be tricky you know."

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg #106):

Singh hoists the smaller chest to his shoulder and starts up the stairs.

"I will put this on the truck and come back with another man for the other," he repiles to Cynthia, grunting a bit under the weight.

As he reaches the storeroom, he whispers, "Lead the way, Detective."

He follows Darlington to the back door.

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #105):

In reply to Howard Lampton (msg #109):

Darlington held the rear door for Singh and the Count, then went downstairs to help Ralph with the larger case. They were as quiet as possible but it wasn't possible to exert the needed effort and be completely silent. Having seen the fruits of the Count's investigation of the mummy case, Fulty pressed both eyes in and the case quietly rotated back to the "closed" position, covering the stairs down.

Still, by some miracle the guard did not stir behind the door to the entrance area and they all made it out the building without being noticed. One problem was that they couldn't lock the rear door from the outside (or shut it and have the door lock automatically) because to lock it, the key needed to be turned from the inside (and typically left in the lock).

Those waiting by the taxi and rear gate (JM, Molly, Lampton) saw the band of investigators beating a hasty retreat. The Count was carrying full book bags, Singh had a shipping case of some kind, while Professor Fulty and Detective Sergeant Darlington lugged a larger and somehow heavier-looking statue case between them.

In reply to The Keeper (msg #110):

Molly, having noticed the hasty retreat, grinned at the two men.  "Well darlings it looks like your friends have finished up their work.  You don't mind me hanging around now do you?  There's another story here you know.  Shall we all go and see whats up?"

Howard leaves the motor running, but hustles over to see if he can help.

"Good news," he whispers to Darlington, "Miss Malloy has turned up. She's sitting in the cab. The driver left, by the way."

He relieves Cynthia of her burdens.

"Thank you, Mr. Lampton, although I suspect the men are carrying far heavier burdens than I. Any news of Phil?"

Cynthia will waste no time in getting the car. The sooner we're off, the better.

The Count climbed into the taxi for the short ride to Mr Perkins  in the delivery truck.

As he exited he added:

"Should we reconvene in the hotel in a few hours ? Till then Good Morning."

As he got into the truck:

"Very successful my friend we have our property back. Also some more stranger fare, no market for it though. Lets get going. Could you also stay the next few nights, much appreciated."
This message was lightly edited by the player at 19:49, Sun 29 Apr 2012.

Singh makes his way to the truck KarlHeinz is driving and helps put the heavier objects aboard. As KarlHeinz lashes them down, he returns to Cynthia at the taxi.

"Good evening, Miss Fuller, lovely to see you again." He turns to the policeman, "Is that it, Detective? No sign of Mr. Webley or the other missing people?"

In reply to Imran Singh (msg #115):

Molly nodded to Imran Singh.  "Thank you.  Yes, please do tell Detective.  Any news on the missing people?"

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg #116):

He shook his head.

"Nuffink new on Mr. Webley, Aiyesha and her cousin and 'usband, I'm afraid."

He checked his watch, seemed satisfied with the timing. He got into the taxi's driver's seat, as he'd been asked to take it and drop it off where they driver would find it in the morning.

"Let's be off, I'll drop yew lot at the 'otel, then see yew lot in da morning. Take care, Garvigan an' dat barmy wog Tewfik'll be playin' fer keeps now, yeah?"

Molly's question reminded them that not only Phil Webley had recently gone missing, but others had as well.

Aiyesha was a dancer and Rashid, her cousin, was a bartender; both had worked at the Blue Pyramid club. Both had gone missing after talking to the investigators about Aiyesha's missing husband, Rahman. Many of the so-called "Egyptian murders" were immigrants and foreigners who frequented the club, victims of a killer the Scoop had dubbed the "Soho Slayer" or possibly a murderous gang known as the "Brotherhood of the Black Pharaoh".

This establishment was a tenant of a building listed as an asset of the Penhew Institute. Thus, by way of various holding companies, owned by Gavigan. The Blue Pyramid was also frequented by the spice merchant Tewfik al-Sayid. Darlington had questioned Tewfik as part of the official investigation into the Egyptian murders and determined was definitely homicidal.

Quickly, the investigators got ready to return to where they were quartered. Darlington had a home and family in London, Molly her apartment, the Count was already away to his bookstore.

For the mean time, Darlington would drive the taxi to the hotel and, after dropping the investigators off, leave it where the driver would find it in the morning. As the side doors were locked for the night someone would have to go in and open one for them so they wouldn't be so obvious. Darlington volunteered to do the honours as he wanted to have a word with the hotel detective, smooth things over.

Around them the streets were dark and foggy. Even the streetlamps were cast a dim glow. They waited in the vehicles close by for Darlington to emerge from the side entrance and let them in.

Keeper's Note: Whoever wants to be is at the hotel. Molly can return to the hotel with the others, she can easily grab some sleep on a couch.

In reply to The Keeper (msg #118):

After they arrived at the hotel, Darlington went inside to gain them entrance. They waited, somewhat nervously, in the dark and empty London streets.

When he emerged from the fire exit about ten minutes later, he had a worried look on his face.

"Lor' luv a duck! Sumfink's not right 'ere.

"I asked fer da 'otel detective ter 'ave a word wiv 'im. They said 'e wen' up ter yaaahr rooms an 'aaahr ago an' 'asn't been seen since.

"Then I rang 'round yaaahr rooms, an' received no answer from any ov 'em. Know what I mean?"

Hand inside the pocket with his revolver he nervously checked the dark streets.

In reply to Albert Darlington (msg #119):

Molly looked over at the others.  "The games on then.  Perhaps we should go up to your rooms and see how they are.  I can crash in one of them if you don't mind.  Then in the morning perhaps someone can come with me to search my apartment?  Perhaps it has been visited by others also since it is not unknown that I am searching for answers."

Molly straightens up her hair and looks to the others as she gets out of the car.   "Coming?"

The Count and Perkins took a contrived route back to the shop. It was first and foremost to throw anyone off their trail but to also give the Count some time to let the adrenaline dissipate.

Once they had return to the familiar streets surrounding the shop they dropped off the truck at their lock up. Then made their way back to the shop.

The Count wasted no time in securing the building, he bared the side door as usual and as Perkins waited made his way down to the vault. As pulled the copy of "The Raven" the shelf swung open to revel the bank grade vault door. The Count put the contents of the book bag into the vault as well as the scroll tubes from the carpet bag

As he returned upstairs the Count filled Perkins in on the events in the institute. The Count also told him about the items he had just put in the vault over a cigar in the parlour.

"I think they may have thought I wished to sell them Perkins."

"Don't know you that well then do they, simple fact of the matter is the types you stole them off are the only ones interested in such things. Don't deal with cults or occultists."

"Indeed, still rather odd."

"Well you always said it is better to have these types of things out of circulation then on the street."

"Still imagine trying to sell this sort of stuff, what it would do for our reputation or that of the book-store. Thank you for agreeing to stay the next couple of nights I think we may have pushed over the hive."
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In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg #120):

"A police officer has disappeared on the job? And we have staff up there as well."

She considers for a moment.

"On the one hand, it's quite possible the intruder is still in there. On the other, if we bring the police in and they find evidence incriminating *US*, can we put together an alibi given what we've just been up to? Detective, would it be advisable for us to bring in police reinforcements given the swag in the trunk?"

In reply to Albert Darlington (msg #119):

"Simmons," Lampton says and scrambles from the cab, making for the rooms.

JM considers for a second.  "It's just the house detective, not the police.  I think we should go upstairs and investigate cautiously.  And... there is no reason to lead the police to this cab.  There should be no reason for them to search it."

Not much for thinking when action is called for, Darlington readied his revolver. He followed Lampton through the door and up the stairs.

In reply to Albert Darlington (msg #125):

"Shit!"

Fulty leaped and caught the fire escape door before it banged shut and locked them out in the alleyway behind the Park Lane Hotel.

Molly grinned at John Marc.  "What was that you said about stealth and not raising alarms?  Come on.  Don't want them to have all the fun do you?  You wanted to see me in action didn't you?  Well follow them and I'll follow you and then I can see everybody in action."

Molly looked down at her party outfit and sighed.  "One of these days I will have to remember to bring something to write on when I go to parties.  Would have this time but it would have just ruined the silk."

JM glanced appreciatively at Professor Fulty as he caught the door.  He turned and grinned at the high spirited woman reporter.  "I can only say; 'tally ho!' Miss Fuller!" He waved her on and followed the other two men through the door and up the stairs.  "I look forward to seeing your journalistic skills in action Miss." A true gentlemen he did stray behind to ensure that Miss Fuller was able to navigate the stairs in her heels and party dress.
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Storm drew his Colt M1911, chambered a round, then replaced it in his pocket.

He got out of the taxi and closed the door, scanning the quiet London streets. Visibility was almost nil in the "pea souper" that had descended on the city in the middle of the night.

"Doctor, I'll keep watch here. If there's trouble... do you have a place you can go?"

Behind the wheel of JM's flatbed Ford truck, Karlheinz sighed.

"Ya, mein frieund, I shall be staying here. Don't worry about me!"

He pulled out his C96 "broomhandle" Mauser and chambered a round. Slipping on the safety catch, he lay the pistol on the seat beside him. Darlington had provided him with papers for its possession, but no need to go waving it around.

Karlheinz was genuinely surprised that for the first time in a long time he was sober but not craving a drink.
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"What? Oh dear heavens. Yes, of course, I live in Putney. About five miles from here, south-west. I registered at the hotel under an assumed name, no one should be able to track me there unless they recognised me personally."

Being unarmed, Dr. Weston was not about to charge up the stairs. He familiarised himself with the 1920 Vauxhall taxi's controls. It was a long way from the Rolls Royce Silver Ghost he was accustomed to driving (or being driven around in).
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Park Lane Hotel, 4th Floor.

Quickly cimbing the 5 stories up to the 4th floor, Lampton entered the long hotel corridor quickly followed by Darlington, then Molly and JM.

They hadn't gone to the stairwell closest to their rooms, that would be a little obvious when trying to dodge pursuit. The hallway was empty and their footfalls were almost silent in the plush red carpeting. Lampton reached the corner of the hall where their suites were located, peeked around it. The coast looked clear. Darlington came up behind him, silently.

"You wan' me ter go first? Knaow wot I mean, Guv?"
This message was last edited by the GM at 21:20, Tue 01 May 2012.

Miss Holloway is currently unarmed and more liable to get in the way than to contribute meaningfully to any sort of combat. Instead, she positions herself to keep an eye on exits from the hotel (or from the floor) to watch for anyone trying to sneak away as the men clear the floor. She'll give the men a head start, and follow-up after they've had time to deal with what they find.

Singh stays close to Cynthia, his hand in his pocket on the revolver. He is at a high state of alertness, watching for any sign of danger.

JM hustles up the stairs, the regular walks in the country doing him well as he is only slightly huffing and puffing as they reach their floor.  He pulls out his Webley revolver and stands down the hall and out of the direct line of fire from the door. He nods to Darlington to indicate his readiness.


This message was last edited by the player at 23:27, Tue 01 May 2012.

Lampton produces his key and opens the door.

In reply to Howard Lampton (msg #136):

Molly follows Howard in the hopes that she will find paper and pens so that she can write things down if necessary but also to be one of the first people in.  She wanted to capture the scene with her own eyes before others got in the way.

In reply to Howard Lampton (msg #136):

Inside, Park Lane Hotel, 4th Floor

As Howard only had the key for his room, they were unable to enter Miss Holloway's suite without either going down to the desk or back down the stairwell.

The door to his own room was unlocked. It opened with a slight creak, revealing the darkness inside the room Howard fumbled at the light as Darlington followed him in, pistol in hand. So did Molly, although she was unarmed.

JM stayed out in the hall, alert for anyone approaching from the rear. In fact, if someone was in one of the other rooms they occupied they could come out at any moment. (The other rooms are: Miss Holloway's 2-bedroom suite across the hall, the 2 double rooms down the hall that are shared by Storm and Fulty, and by JM and the missing Phil).

Howard immediately wished he hadn't turned on the light.

The hotel detective, a portly gentleman in his 60's with grey whiskers and dressed in a brown suit, lay dead, strangled, just inside the door. His hat had been knocked off in the struggle. A cord was knotted around his throat, cutting into the skin, which had turned a ghastly purple due to lack of oxygen.

Nearby, Simmon's partially-clothed body lay in the middle of the sitting room floor. His arms and legs were stretched out and looked broken in several places. Bruises covered his body, suggesting he'd been savagely beaten, bones brutally crushed and broken. A single deep wound pierced his breast above his heart. He was gagged by a torn pillowcase tied around his head. Terrified eyes filled with tears stared up at the ceiling. Blood leaked from a broken nose, his proud Bantu cheekbones were shattered.

This was clearly the handiwork of the Brotherhood of the Black Pharaoh, detailed in the loathsome diary titled Life As a God. Which, judging from the ransacked nature of the room, was quite possibly missing.

Keeper's Note: SAN checks needed from Howard and Molly.

Outside, Alleyway off Picadilly

Across the park, unseen in the fog, Big Ben chimed three bells. After the echoes died away nothing broke the deathly quiet of the witching hour, 3am. Well, as quiet as the city of London ever got.

There were no footsteps in the alley. A motor vehicle chuffed by along Picadilly. Storm and Singh kept watch, Karlheinz and Dr. Weston waited behind the wheels of their vehicles. Cynthia sat in the taxi and wondered what was going on up in their rooms.
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An old acquaintance of Death, Detective Inspector Darlington coolly surveyed the carnage.

He then turned to shield Molly from the sight, while muttering,

"Jesus wept.

"Dem. Fucking. Black. Brotherhood. Bastards.

"Er, sorry, miss."

Howard Lampton rolled 68 for SAN 70.

Howard kneels by the broken body of his friend. He struggles to retain his composure, but tears flow down his cheeks to drip onto the ruined face. Setting his revolver on the floor, he places his hand beside the single gaping hole in the broad, brown chest. "Farewell, Francis."

He looks up at Darlington: "I thought this was a civilised land."

One more look at Simmons before he rises, revolver in hand, "Darlington, how certain are you that Gavigan and Tewfik are behind this Brotherhood?"

In reply to Howard Lampton (msg #140):

After checking the bathroom and finding it clear, Darlinton returned to the sitting room and looked cynically at Howard, then softened a little at what he was going through.

"Blimey! If yew only seen da fing's I've seen. Only a bloody fool would fink we're a civilised land.

"Sorry abaaaht yaaahr man, 'e was a decen' bloke. So was Smitty, th' 'otel detective.

"Now, I told yew lot I looked in'er Tewfik's eyes, an' I said there's one bloody wog what is 'omicidal. The connecshun is there between Garvigan, 'is dog, Tewfik, an' the Black Brother'ood. I can feel i' in me bones if I can't prove i' in a caaahrt ov law.

"Nuff said, yeah?"
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JM called out softly from outside.  "What's afoot gentlemen?"

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #142):

With a muttered apology, Darlington went to the door to answer JM's question.

"It looks like da Black Bruvver'ood's been 'ere. They killed Simmons, an' da 'otel detective, Smitty. It's 'orrible, don't look."

"Come wiv me. Let's check aaaht Miss Holloway's suite, shall we?"

He nodded to her rooms, across the hall.
This message was last edited by the player at 21:10, Fri 04 May 2012.

In reply to Albert Darlington (msg #139):

Molly blinked even when she only caught a glimpse of what the scene was.  Taking some deep breaths she waved a hand excusing her friends swearing as inconsequential at times like this and then tried to move around him to get a better look.  She stepped carefully so as not to get blood on her outfit (everybody knows how hard that it is to get out)and also not to disturb the crime scene.

She looked over at the tables and desks inbetween the times of trying to look at the bodies and took it all in with her reporters eye.  More than once she paused and wondered if she would have to add to the crime scene by emptying her stomach.

"Yes.  Nothing we can do for them now except light a candle for them and pray.  Let's check across the hall gentlemen."

Lampton stands looking out the window into the darkness, or was he gazing into the darkness of his own soul. He paid no attention to Miss Fuller's prowling, but was glad when he was left alone.

Park Lane Hotel, 4th Floor

Darlington and JM quickly investigated Miss Holloways' suite. The door was unlocked. It was ransacked but empty of intruders. Likewise the double that JM had shared with the missing Phil Webly, and the other double shared by Major Storm and Professor Fulty.

It appeared that all the occult tomes they'd brought from New York were stolen, as well as the articles formerly residing in Tewfik's spice emporium.

Dr. Weston had his own room on a different floor. As well, Cynthia's maid had her own single elsewhere. It took an additional delay to search them but Cynthia's maid  sleepily answered the door, and Weston's room was undisturbed.

After they were done, Darlington said he would get Cynthia and the others, and have them meet back in her room to decide what to do.

Outside the Hotel

The minutes after the others sprinted up the stairs turned into five, then ten. Fifteen minutes later, Darlington poked his head out the door. His face wore a grim expression.

"Very bad news, I'm afraid.

"Tewfik an' da Black Bruvverhood 'ave been 'ere. Someone's killed Howard's man, Simmons, an' da 'otel detective. They tossed yaaahr rooms, an' took some books an' da fings yew got off ov Tewfik.

"We need ter decide what ter do abaaaht da bodies, an' we need ter decide quickly. Meet up in Cynthia's room right away. Come on, step lively, yeah?"

JM shuddered at the sight of the terrible scene.  He'd seen terrors and mutilations in the Great War and he managed to shake it off.  JM muttered what were probably curses under his breath as they uncovered that their rooms were ransacked.  Heading back to Cynthia's room he paced about.  "We'd best call the police now.  We can't keep this secret.  The only choice now is to decide who 'discovers' the scene.  Miss Fuller and anyone not staying here should be kept out of this for now."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #147):

Molly appreciated John-Marc's comment about keeping out of it but then she already knew that she couldn't keep out of it.

"why Mr. Falcon, I think that if we can come up with a plausible story perhaps a woman might just be the thing to discover the bodies.  Of course he maids might be us all to it if we don't move out soon."

Singh conducts Cynthia to her suite, leaving her with Darlington and the others. He goes down the hall and looks into Lampton's rooms. The sight of his friend Simmons so brutally slain saddens him and he pauses to say a brief prayer.

"I am very sorry for your loss, sir," he says to Howard, "Let us join the others."

He returns to Cynthia's suite.

Lampton stands in the doorway to Cynthia's suite. When he speaks, his voice is muted and deliberate.

"There is no question of 'what to do about the bodies'. We shall report this crime to the hotel and the police, right now. When the coroner is finished with Francis's body, it will be embalmed and shipped to Baltimore for interment. I shall accompany him."

He crosses to the drinks cart and pours himself a small whisky, drinking it off.

"I suggest we make no mention of our suspicions, no mention of a a mysterious cult, of al-Sayid, or of Gavigan. Phil's disappearance should be as unremarked as possible. He was a traveling acquaintance; perhaps he's gone off to the continent.

"I will not report the missing books or other articles. It appears to me that burglars broke into my room. Simmons surprised them and they brutally... silenced him. The hotel detective investigated the disturbance and was also murdered.

"I'd suggest that we limit the crime scene to my rooms. Also, we should claim that we were not all together tonight. Perhaps Miss Holloway and Singh with Colonel Storm and I were visiting Dr. Weston's home in Putney. John-Marc was off somewhere, perhaps with Miss Fuller at her party. It might be best if they left now and didn't return tonight. Dr. Weston is on a separate floor and can be left out of this altogether. Darlington should leave with that cab and come into the business officially in the morning."

He replaces his glass on the tray.

"The rest of the night is apt to be busy and tiring for those of us involved with the police. Shall we get it started?" He lifts the phone from the desk.
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In reply to Howard Lampton (msg #150):

Darlington nodded on his way out.

"No reason anyone would suspect yew ov committin' foul play in da slightest. I'll let Detective Inspector Barrington know an' if there's a problem wiv CID 'e'll sort i' out.

"I'll deal wiv da taxi, send off Mr. Falcon's Kraut chum. Best done soon, like.

"Again, sorry for yer loss, guv."

After waiting for some instruction from JM as to where his friend should be, he headed down to carry out his part of the plan.
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In reply to Howard Lampton (msg #150):

Prof. Fulty came up, Storm stayed with the vehicles so that Karlheinz wasn't alone outside. Fulty agreed that Howard's plan seemed the tidiest.

JM nodded in agreement at Howard's reasonable suggestions.  "Albert, Karlheinz can stay in the safe house I let out in Barking.  It's quiet and should be unknown to these savages."

"I can escort Miss Fuller to her home and then spend the night at Barking with Karlheinz.  Anyone else who wants to stay there is certainly welcome." He smiles at the attractive reporter.  "Certainly you can get a scoop on the story tomorrow morning Miss.  I'm sure the parties involved such as Howard could provide an exclusive interview for your paper.  We'd best sneak out back again and take the taxi to your residence."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #153):

I will appreciate the escort home Mr Falcon.  I do not know what I will find when I get home. I will be in touch with you tomorrow than Howard.

Molly smiled at John-Marc.  Of course if my uncle has his spys at my place you might be in trouble also.  I would suggest that you start to lay down the legitimate whereabouts for you during my absence.  A worried Uncle is a snoopy Uncle.

"It is my pleasure to escort you Miss Fuller.  I hope that there is nothing amiss at your home but we can deal with it if necessary." He rises and gathers his coat and hers if it is in the room.  "Shall we? I will stay the night in my rented house nearby to avoid your uncle's suspicions."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #155):

That is reassuring Mr. Falcon.  While I don't want to say bad things about fellow journalists and reporters, sometimes they do tend to exaggerate...especially when it comes to my exploits.

Molly grinned at John-Marc as she put on her coat.  I'm ready when you are.

JM helped the lady reporter into her coat and nodded to the others.  "Let us rendezvous here at a civilized hour in the morning for breakfast and to plan our next steps.  We may want to consider breaking contact entirely and stay in my safe house at some point."He dons his coat and holds the door for Miss Fuller.  "After you Miss."

"Frankly, I don't feel safe sleeping here tonight. The theft may have been a small consolation for what they intended to do.

"Shouldn't someone speak with the front desk man? Anyone carrying out bags bulky enough to carry several shotguns and rifles, not to mention pounds and pounds of ammunition, at such an awful hour of the night, and at the same time as the hotel detective disappearing, must have at least aroused some suspicion by anyone seeing him."

Howard nods and makes a connection to the front desk.

"This is Howard Lampton. There has been a crime in my rooms -- two men dead. Please summon the police.

"I imagine we will all be here until morning, Miss Holloway, while the police investigate."

After Darlington relieved him downstairs, Storm checked in before retiring to his room and rage at the loss of his Springfield army rifle.

"I should think the beggars have someone on the inside. Perhaps a guest at the hotel, maybe staff. If they arrange to open a side door, why, they could come and go as unseen as they pleased. Bear in mind, that's what we're doing! With the right money, they could get a staff key or once they ambushed poor Smitty, they had his keys."

"What a damned waste, Howard, my condolences."
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In reply to Major Charles Storm (msg #160):

To satisfy his own curiosity, Fulty studied the door locks.

"I had only a brief look, and I'm no expert, but I don't see any damage to the locks. Either they were very good at picking them or they had a set of keys of their own."

He offered his condolences to Howard as well, then retired to his room. He discovered the film and negatives for the pictures he'd taken of the Egyptian sceptres and so on were gone.

The night manager answered at the front desk.

"Excuse me sir? There's been a what?"

"Good God man, you're quite serious! Please, forgive me, I shall ring the police immediately. I will also be up forthwith."
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The night manager rang the police, then came up straightaway.

Within the half-hour, a pair of tired-eyed CID detectives and a 2 uniformed Bobbies arrived at the hotel my motor-car, taking the lift up to the 4th floor.

Detective Crabbe (mustache, bowler hat, bow tie, long coat) stayed to examine the scene and take statements while one Bobby stationed himself at the door. The other, Detective Lundy, took the second Bobby to have a look at the hotel grounds, see if anything incriminating had been dropped.

Det. Crabbe examined the scene, then closed Simmon's eyes. He did not cover the corpse, as movies had not yet fixed this in people's minds as the proper way to treat the dead.

After poking around a sufficient length of time, Detective Crabbe) then asked for Howard's statement and if anything had been taken. His questions made it clear he thought the obvious motive was a robbery gone tragic.

Keeper's Note: Anyone in the room or involved in any way (depending on what Howard says) is summoned and questioned about their whereabouts. At this point I assume it's just Howard there.

Howard explains: "I was with my traveling companions, Colonel Storm and Miss Holloway (with her servant Singh), visiting a friend, Dr. Weston, at his home in Putney. When we returned, we found the room in this state. I haven't had a chance to look through things thoroughly, but nothing of value seems to be missing. I suppose Simmons interfered and...

"Here is my card. I will arrange with a mortician to recover Simmon's body from the coroner when it is released. I shall be returning with him to Baltimore in America.

"Has this sort of brutal robbery become commonplace in London?"
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In reply to Howard Lampton (msg #164):

Detective Crabbe fixed Howard with a jaundiced expression much like the one Darlington wore when Howard asked the same of him.

"Not too common, sir. Don't worry, we've got quite a long way to go before we're as "safe" as Baltimore. Looks like your friend surprised the robbers in the act, they killed him, then the hotel detective when he investigated. Hmmm."

"We'll summon your friends in the morning to our offices at Scotland Yard to give their statements."

"Right then, the undertaker shall be by in a couple hours to collect the bodies and remove them to the morgue. I suggest you get some rest if you can, we'll contact you if we require further assistance. Please accept my condolences regarding your servant."

The night manager was beside himself with apologies over the disturbance and the loss of Howard's manservant.

"I feel absolutely wretched, sir! Such a tragedy. Let me reassure you, this never happens here. Quite out of the ordinary, sir!"

He asked if there was anything he could do, and rang down to have another room prepared for Mr. Lampton straight away as he assumed no one would want to keep a corpse company.

JM headed out to the cab as the authorities were summoned, escorting Miss Fuller.

Cynthia will stay in her room long enough for the police to arrive, but does not sleep. Once things are settled, she'll have Anna discreetly arrange a second set of rooms for herself and Mr. Singh (and anyone else who requires lodging that night).

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #167):

Molly was dragging her feet a bit waiting to see who on the squad would show up so that she could perhaps ask questions later.  After that was done she hopped into the vehicle and gave directions to her flat.

JM will offer those by the cab to head out with Karlheinz to the safe house while he takes the alluring Miss Fuller back to her flat in the cab.  He slid into the cab and drove at a measured pace back to her apartment.

"It seems we have quite the story for you Miss Fuller."

While JM and Karlheinz waited nervously around the corner, Molly skulked around the front of the hotel, hiding in the shadows. She observed the police arriving in a black motor-car and recognised Detectives Crabbe and Lundy of the London Met CID and two Bobbies.

With no time to spare, she got into the truck cab they drove away. They dropped her off at her apartment, then proceeded to Barking. Traffic was nonexistent at this hour and they were on the same side of the river as Mayfair and the hotel. With Karlheinz's help JM quickly transferred the statue cases to the rented house.

Darlington drove Dr. Weston home so that he could establish an alibi if needed, but it seemed to him that there would be little need for the doctor to be questioned. The rest of the investigators tried to get what remained of the night's sleep but no one rested easy with the knowledge the killers were out there. They knew at least some of their names and had entered and left the hotel with alarming east.

Some time in the early hours a horse-drawn hearse arrived to collect Simmon's body. Lampton had been moved to a different room and so was informed upon waking the address of the morgue where his friend's remains lay.

Monday Morning
10 o'clock
Rainy

As expected, the story seemed plausible enough. The police were somewhat concerned with a murder but it was just a servant and obviously an open-and-shut case. The hotel was eager to downplay the incident and offered Howard every inducement to remain happy despite the monumental tragedy. The manager of course waived the bill and promised he would personally see to Howard's every need at any hour.

A package had arrived first thing from the gun shop. It was the firearms that had been purchased on Friday.

Darlington called. "Nang morning. I should like ter meet wiv yew an' yaaahr friends but I do not wan' ter do so in da 'otel. There's a pub abaaaht five blocks away what serves a good English breakfast. Meet me there in an 'aaahr. Sorted mate."
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Cynthia, having hardly slept, has to work doubly hard to make herself presentable, and on top of that has to write up a list of items for Anna to purchase this morning. Needless to say, she is delayed in joining up with the group, and does not have much of an appetite for anything beyond tea.

Cynthia needs new shotguns. Given how likely they are to be lost again, she'll keep to lower quality ones; one 20" gun for "fowl", and one shorter one (14" or less) as a "brush gun", both large gauge. She writes and signs a note for Anna to present validating her identity. Anna is also tasked with gathering information about safer lodging.

(OOC: I don't know the laws about short shotguns. I don't think those are illegal yet, although they're not much use for hunting.)

In reply to The Keeper (msg #171):

Molly got the message about lunch (breakfast for her) in an hour and struggled to get up and dressed in time.  She was awake but was lounging around on the theory that one shouldn't expend all their energy at once.  It was bad form. Take cats.  They had it right.  Short bursts of energy so that they can continue to run most of the day and night and naps in between.  She wanted to be a cat in the next life...she was sure of it.

After agreeing to meet up with the group, she dressed in her typical outfit of slacks and a blouse but for an added festive touch, added a hat with enough of a brim on it to stop the sun from marring her beautiful features.

~Pen and paper in pockets...check
money...check
IDs...check
cameras...check
aspirins...check~

Yes, she was ready for her breakfast at the pub.

With a hi ho and off I go type attitude, Molly the intrepid reporter was off and running again, search (but not too far away) for her next scoop.

Singh missed Simmons as a friend and as an extra set of hands (not to mention eyes and ears) about the place. When Anna came to him in a tizzy about having to purchase firearms, he took Cynthia's order and note (and picked up both their passports at the front desk). A taxi got him to the shop where he selected appropriate guns and got back (dropping the passports at the desk) in time to accompany Cynthia to breakfast.
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The Count arrived at the hotel and received a message and the address for the pub. He caught a taxi at the hotel entrance and made it to the pub in good time.

As he entered his attire caused something of a stir in the pub as he was dressed in formal top hat a tails. The "Full Fig" as it was commonly called. Once he found the group he apologised for his attire stating that he had an appointment in the early afternoon and was unsure if he would be back at the shop.

"Perkins has it well in hand I believe his brother and another friend are going to keep him company while I am out."

The Count is visibly upset at learning the news of last night events. He had wondered if the cult would try something but did not think it would be so soon. He offers his condolences to the group.

" I would like to invite you to reside at my house during the rest of your stay in London. In the circumstances that may be the safest option, it is modest but comfortable. I cant say for sure if the cult know of it or not. It is somewhat of a fortress, a quirk from its earlier life I assume. What do you say ? I will make the arrangements with Perkins and I can lay out the items we gained from last night when I return later this afternoon."

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #175):

Molly arrived and ordered her meal while waiting for the others to appear.  When the Count showed up she gave him the once over and nodded in agreement of his strategy for later appointments.  She was pleased at his offer to spend the rest of the time at his place and eagerly took him up on it.

"What a marvelously generous offer Count.  I shall be delighted to take you up on that offer."

Monday Morning
11 o'clock
Rainy

The Pig and Whistle

Cynthia arranged for new rooms. As she was known to be a part of Howard's party, this was accomplished with rapid efficiency. The purchase at the London Armoury gun shop was likewise fast and without complication by Anna.

The Pig and Whistle was more like a dozen blocks from the Park Lane Hotel. It was the pub that Howard and Phil had patronised, before the latter went mysteriously missing.

It was somewhat late but the kitchen did serve a hearty English Breakfast. Darlington had everyone's contact information and made sure they knew where to meet.
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Howard sat with Simmons's body until the morticians came to collect him. After they left, the hotel staff moved the luggage to another room, but he continued to sit in the chair by the window, thinking about the man who had been his servant and, yes, his friend for so many years.

He remembered Francis as a young boy of about seven back in Baltimore, cheerful and smart and active. He saw him as an adolescent, when he first engaged him as a valet. He recalled him as a grown man in the odd corners of the world where they had traveled, gathering material for Lampton's books. In all that time, Howrd had never felt alone or lonely. Until now.

When dawn found him still awake, Howard left the room and went to the other. He drew his own bath, washed and shaved, picked out his own clothes, and dressed unaided. He felt even more solitary.

At nine, he had the porter summon a taxi. He went to the mortician's and paid for Simmons to be embalmed and for his casket to be shipped to Baltimore on the SS Albemarle, departing Southhampton in ten days. He also booked his own passage on the ship.

Returning to the hotel, he got Darlington's message and went down to the Pig and Whistle.
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In reply to The Keeper (msg #177):

"Does the hotel know your true identity? That is, have you introduced yourself? If they bribed some staff, then it's possible they could eventually track you down. It was only Friday, after all, when you first made contact."

"Ah.... wonderful, I don't believe we have been introduced. Count Sigismund Bathony and you are ?"

He offers his hand.

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #180):

Molly smiled sweetly and held out her hand to the Count in a most elegant manner and introduced herself.  "We haven't?  I most have missed you last night in everything that was going around.  Still, no time like the present.  I am Molly Fuller."

She didn't go into more details.  If the Count wanted to know then he could ask.  She knew the Counts name and now she would see if he knew hers.
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In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg #181):

"Of course our missing person. So good to see you found your way home. Odd pair those Shipleys."

Ralph yawned and tucked into his breakfast.

"Our other missing person, of course. One down, one to go. I guess perhaps that's something positive, Phil's body hasn't turned up yet, unless it's somewhere in the ruins of that queer family. We can't give up hope about him, not yet."

The good doctor was as impeccably dressed as usual, although the late night had really drained him and it showed. In a way it helped him blend in a little better, lending him a dissolute air in the dimly-lit pub.

"I am sending my wife away on vacation tomorrow to see her family. I have a home that can fit everyone comfortably, but it's in Putney, a little outside the city to the south of the river. I would be willing to help, but I scarcely wish to attract the attention of such maniacs like the Brotherhood and the Bloody Tongue to my domicile. My wife and I do have to live there, after."

"I thank God my children are long gone from the house. My eldest is a member of Parliament, my middle son is a professor at Chichester and my youngest daughter is married and lives on the Continent. It's just my wife and I."

He poured himself some tea.

"So the choices are:

"The Count's in London. What size? Do the Brotherhood know of his identity and thus location?"

"Mr. Falcon's rental in Barking. Somewhat outside the city to the north of the Thames, and he's discussed not using his real name so I assume that's secure."

"Finally, my home in Putney, south of the Thames. It's comfortable, I've not used my real name but I have stayed at the Park Lane before so someone could track me down, with effort."
This message was last edited by the player at 01:03, Sat 12 May 2012.

"Well it is a six story town house with basement. I have several bedrooms available but I only have one bathroom for each level."

The Count seems to be slightly embarrassed at his house. He goes on;

"As I said earlier it is somewhat well protected. On the ground level there is only the large windows and door in the front and they have metal grills across at night. There is also a door to the side that opens into the lower hallway that I use when the shop is closed."

"All the internal and external doors are 1 1/2 inch oak some sort of fire protection I suppose and I had metal security door bar installed on the side door and the internal door between the shop and the hallway."

"Ah... what else, the windows on the first and second story have bars set into the masonry and are locked."

"It is only a good idea if spread ourselves around, maybe changing arrangement every couple of days. Also if you give me a description of the books that were lost I can put a memo out to the trade so they cannot be moved legitimately."

He then removes the passports from his lapel pocket.

"Detective Darlington I have the passports from last night, Do you now require them ?"
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In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #185):

He was wearing his customary bowler hat (doffed to show a balding head) and paisley tie around a high collared shirt and dark coat.

"Blimey! passpawts? right, let me 'ave 'em. I'll see if deese names an' aliases are on file. Could take days, even a week.

Darlington accepted the documents, flipped through them curiously, then stuffed them in his pocked.

"I fink it's 'igh time da missus an' all da kids an' visited 'er family up in Edinbaaahruff fer a few weeks.

"Count, I'd like ter take a look at yaaahr place. If it's above a shop it's bound ter be secure. Two entrances awer free? Er, two entrances or three? Plus, yew 'ave a capable geezer in Perkins, there, an' I'm sure 'e's got some 'ard mates.

"I'm rarfer worried abaaaht someone obtainin' yaaahr name from da 'otel. Did yew leave yaaahr card? Use yaaahr real name wiv staff? Otherwise, sounds almost perfect. JM's rental is mawer obscure but less central. Nuff said, yeah?"

In reply to Albert Darlington (msg #186):

"Yes Detective above a shop, in its previous life I have always wondered if it was not a jewellers of some kind."

"Just the two entrances, the main door to the front and a side entrance."

The Count thought for a minute;

"I did give my card to the receptionist, but I would expect he gave it to Lampton before he met me in the lobby."


"Yes Perkins is a good fellow. His brother and a lieutenant from his old regiment are keeping him company in the shop today."

Darlington nodded in understanding.

"That's a relief. I'll 'ave a word wiv 'im, impress what dis infawmashun is confidential. Telephones are fruff da switchboard, yew didn't identify yaaahrself to put fruff da call?"

"Only if they had listen in then I suppose they would have heard my name. I just charged it to the room so I only used the room number."

Howard is picking at his breakfast. "I intend to remain at the hotel for a few days while arrangements are finalized for Simmons and for my travel. I also expect the police may want to talk to me further. No offense, Detective Darlington, but I think it best that no one on the force knows the location where the group settle.

"In about a week I will accompany Simmons back to Baltimore. Once he is interred, I will return forthwith. I expect to be back in London in about three weeks, perhaps a few days sooner."


He passes a folded paper to Count Bathory, "Here is a list of the books that were stolen. I wonder if some of the materials removed from Gavigan's cache duplicate what we have lost."
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Singh eats to keep up his strength, but without much pleasure.

"I do not think that changing our location is a good idea after we have made this move. When the tiger is hunted, he keeps to his lair. He does not dart from cover to cover, allowing his pursuers more opportunity to spot him.

"The Count's house sounds like a fortress, most secure."

"Lawd above! None taken! Don't worry, I keep me counsel private!"

Darlington guffawed, spraying food from his mouth. He realised that Howard was in a sombre mood indeed, and apologised for his typical lack of manners.

"Movin' on. The tiger is a noble animal, indeed. It's also an unin'elligen' beast an' if trapped in its den is dead meat. Lemon criminal gangs, er, smart gangs, often 'ave a number ov safe places ter 'ide, them might be da creatures worf emulatin', innit?"
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In reply to Albert Darlington (msg #192):

"Detective, could we have more foot patrols around my shop while we are in residence, especially at night ?"

Darlington slurped some tea, appetite unaffected by the previous night's brutality.

"The local Bobbies'll keep an eye on da shop, fer extra cash. If yew pony up, then I can make i' 'appen.

"I'll check who if anyone on da 'otel staff took a bit o' bung. Er, a bribe. Porter, desk man, telephone switchboard. Could be a problem. Nuff said, yeah?"
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JM spends a restless night in the rented safe house.  Still, fortified by a couple cups of strong tea and a constitution used to long watches in the night on the front line, he manages to make it to the hotel in good shape.  Accompanying him is his friend Karlheinz.  The cab is left where it's owner can find it and the two men ride into town on the truck, leaving it parked nearby and taking the Underground to the nearest entrance to the hotel.

He eats quietly, watching his companions discuss their options.  He does sit next to the pretty new paper reporter.  "Very nice outfit Miss, the hat sets it off quiet sharply."

As the discussion centers on where to stay, JM speaks up; "I think that moving around will keep the bloodthirsty savages off their mark.  I don't want to involve anyone's family though."

"Yes... I will be happy to pay. I will let Mr Perkins know that you will be arriving today. I shall be back to the shop in the early evening. Probably best if you spend the day trying to throw off any tail before arriving at the shop.

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #196):

"Lor' luv a duck! Naturally, I trust everyone ter do what wivaaaht saying.

"Right then. Today I'll 'ave a look at yaaahr shop, tonight I'll in'erview da 'otel staff.

"Tomorrow, da family gets on da train. Know what I mean?"

"Or we can split up? Not keep all our eggs in one basket? I dunno, that'll make coordination difficult."

In reply to Prof. Ralph T. Fulty (msg #198):

"Damn right it'll be difficult if we're split up over half the damned city. I say let's keep JM's rented house as a backup, a "reserve" as we'd say.

"That way, if things get messy at the Count's (and I hope they don't) we can relocate quickly. Like, those murdering bastards have another go at burglary, they try and burn down the house (they are mad, you know!) or even just tail us home again and try to force their way in. We're not left casting about."

"My plans for the day? I should hope to try and replace my '03 Springfield. Great War surplus shouldn't be hard to come by in England, even if most of us Americans were stationed in France and not here. Damned nuisance, loved that rifle."


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"I'm inclined to agree with Mr. Singh. However, I'll be more comfortable when it's been inspected against both attack and arson. I don't expect the attackers had to kill out of necessity. If they find us, they will kill us. My maid is also looking into other arrangements. We can establish a few fall-back options, in case things go wrong. I have no problem with renting a room at another establishment if it gives us a shred of additional security.

It will be a shame to lose you, even for the short period, Mr. Lampton. I hope not to be in London come three weeks' time. We'll be sure to telegraph you before we move on, though.

We also need to investigate those chests we brought back. I got the larger one open. It contains some sort of a horrid statue, but I didn't look long enough to get details. I haven't looked in the other. Plus we have a large number of books to look over. I propose, while some of us are looking into securing housing, the remainder of us move immediately review that evidence. If we don't turn up anything more promising, I think we must go to the Al Misr house next. It's perfectly situated to hold these ceremonies. But I don't relish what we may discover there."

JM nods in agreement with Cynthia.  "Let's not split up for now.  There is strength in numbers at least.  We can start with the Count's house, it sounds safe enough and work on examining the haul of evidence.  I'd say we have enough to keep us busy for a full day or two at least."  JM frowns;  "I say we visit this Al Misr house tonight to keep the savages off guard."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #201):

"I certainly have the room, of course the accommodation will be nothing as grand as the hotel. As for arson I think the previous owners maybe a head in their thinking. As I mentioned the internal doors are all thick oak and the whole thing is brick. We have extinguishers around the building due to what we sell. Unless we let them in I am unsure as to how they could set it alight."

"Al Misr house sounds like the next reasonable objective.
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JM shrugs.  "Your house indeed sounds like a veritable fortress Count.  It should be safe." He thinks for a bit;  "Penhew...  what would be the advantages of hitting that target first?"

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #203):

"I think it would stand to reason that if Penhew is the leader of this Cult then its main base would be at his mansion. From your fly over it sounds like the perfect location, out of the way and that obelisk is just to much of a coincidence."

"Blimey! Da ground floor is full ov books, innit? If solid iron shutters are needed, I know a bloke. OK?"

"Whoever wants can move in'er da Count's apartmun's. I would urge that's done immediately, da Bruvverhood ain't done wiv yew as long as yew 'old what's theirs. JM's rental 'ouse in Barkin' is da fall-back. Sorted, yeah?

"Naow, It's clear what Garvigan, Tewfik an' da Bruvverhood are in complete cahoots. What one knows da uvvers do, an' all. I state da obvious so what we're all in accord as ter who we're dealin' wiv.

"Garvigan lives alone in an apartmen' wivin walkin' distance ov da Penhew Institute. This "al Misr Cat an' Mouse" was Penhew's estate, now it's Gavigan's fruff probate. I believe that's where da Bruvverhood's ritual murders occur every new moon. I should fink the lot ov 'em'll be on 'igh alert tonight.

"There's also another warehouse in Limehouse on the docks. They may not be watchin' it."

Darlington looked around to see if any strange ears were listening. Due to the table he picked and the empty pub, it would be difficult to eavesdrop unnoticed. Satisfied, he fixed everyone at the table with a serious look.

"Now, da 'ard quesshun. 'Ow far are yew lot willin' ter go ter see fings fruff ter da end?

"Detective Inspector Barrington instructed me ter aid yew lot because 'e believes 'is predecessor was killed fer ge'in' an' all close ter da Bruvverhood an' uvver police might be compromised. I accepted because I thought crackin' a big case would 'elp me career, it's clear now what da caaahrts an' police'll be ov little use ter us.

"They killed Smitty, they slaughtered Simmons, bof good men. They killed a lot ov folks wiv impunity. Fair warning: should da oppawtuni'y presen' itself ter me, Garvigan, Tewfik, an' any ovver ov da Bruvverhood'll need not see da light ov day again. If dis damns me as a murderer in anyone's eyes, best look away when da time comes.

"We ain't feves. If we trespass, da only proper'y we remove shall be in da service ov aaahr efforts.

"Are we in agreemun'? Sorted mate."
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JM listened to the shrewd detective.  "I think you have the right of it sir.  This is a battle to the death and we all should be prepared to act accordingly or back out now."  He looked around the others;  "No shame to standing down; this is not necessarily everyone's fight."

"Can we get iron bars on your windows Count?  Your building should be our fortress for the time being." JM frowned.  "I like the idea of hitting the warehouse.  It will discomfit the enemy and perhaps yield more clues."

The Count checked his pocket watch before again addressing the Detective;

"Well Detective I am only speaking for myself but in my experience these sort of cults need to be stamped on hard. I have no problem with what has to done."

"So we have two options the Penhew mansion and the warehouse in Limehouse is that correct ?"

"Damn straight! If there's a connection between the Bloody Tongue and Brotherhood, then even leaving might not leave us safe. They've been preying on foreigners and wastrels. Simmons was a negro but he was still American-born, by God! I say it's time to show them their mistake."

"Count, I'll be moving my gear into your apartments right away. We're too vulnerable at the hotel."

"When we intend to strike we need to make sure as many of these jackals are together as possible, and unawares. Some kind of feint or deception is in order."
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In reply to Major Charles Storm (msg #208):

"God knows back in Milwaukee I'd never have contemplated anything like this but I'm in. I don't like it and will try and leave violence to the professionals, but I won't deny the stakes have become too high."

"I'll be moving there as well, Count. I'd like a spot to set up a darkroom. As well, I didn't have any firearms, I'd like to purchase a revolver and shotgun, for my own protection if nothing else."
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"Well it looks as if we have a fine group staying."

"As I said to the Detective I think it best if we arrive throughout the day after making sure you are not followed. The metal shutters you mention Detective do they pull down or are they fixed ? At present I have a concertina grille that slides across the front windows and door. If your man could give a quote I would appreciate it."

"As for firearms I can't speak highly enough of the London Armoury Limited, they are situated close to the Ritz at 31 Bury Street, St James's or as an alternative there is Wilkinson Sword Limited their shop is at 53 Pall Mall, Piccadilly."

"I will be going by them by taxi soon, if anyone wishes to share."

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #210):

"These would be roll-down shutters so they are aaaht ov da way. Can be installed in less van a day."

The Doctor looked thoughtful.

"Criminally insane cultists without conscience. I would like to see if they can be cured, but I fear that would be futile.

"I should think I'll not be much use in any kind of active role. However, I will not condemn the rougher side of this enterprise. As well, I shall contribute whatever support I can. Perhaps my medical knowledge or skill in research will continue to be useful.

"As for relocating, that sounds splendid. I don't want to lead those animals to my home if I can help it."

"I will accompany the Count and Professor Fulty to the gun shop. Time to purchase something for defensive purposes."

Molly nodded at the group.  "If anybody needs any help with moving things I can help.  I really don't need too much.  Just a couple of suitcases and my equipment and clothes.  "

Molly grinned as John-Marc mentioned how good her hat looked on her.  "Thank you sir.  I try my best to be both fashionable and progressive...when the mood suits."

In reply to Albert Darlington (msg #211):

"Well then yes please send your man around and we can get it sorted. And now the hour is upon me and I have to leave. I will let Perkins know to expect visitors throughout the day. Look for me in the early evening. Good-day to you all, ladies."

The Count waits for anyone who wishes to share a taxi to the gun retailers before departing.

"I also suspect it's a little late to back out. I can't imagine an oceanliner trip will be too much expense for Gavigan to tie up loose ends. My only regret is we can't deal with them with the same impunity they deal with us. I can't imagine the police would look the other way if we shot Gavigan dead in his own house.

"The Penhew mansion is the place that is most likely to hold our friend, and two other innocents. I have to imagine that takes priority. Certainly they're on high alert now, but that will only get more difficult as we approach the ceremony."

JM smiles back at Molly; "You are successful on both counts Miss Fuller."

He regards the others.  "Let us meet back at the Count's establishment by tea time and we can plan out our next attempt.  I think it imperative that we move against either the warehouse or mansion.  I for one vote we hit the warehouse and try to gather further information." He thinks for a moment.  "Should I move the crates and trunks that we took last night here to the Count's residence?  Then we can review our findings at our leisure."

JM will arrange to move his gear from the hotel to the Count's shop later in the day.

Storm stared morosely in his tea, then sighed.

"If we move the statuary to where we're staying we can study it more. Perhaps that'll help, perhaps not. We could keep them out in Barking for safekeeping with instructions to dispose of them if we, ah, can't."

Major Storm was a certainly more of a man of action, and couldn't fathom what use looking at horrible statuary and old tomes could be to their current situation, but figuring out that was what the academians were best at, not him.

"I'll go along with whatever we decide regarding our next big move, al Misr House or the warehouse. Should we assault al Misr House, I have a few ideas as to how we can maximise our chances of success if anyone is interested. No need to go into all that until the decision is made."

"I agree. We need to examine our haul, but I don't see any advantage to storing it with us, and can think of a few reasons we shouldn't."

"One advantage to having all the articles where we reside is that it minimizes our presence on the streets, thus reducing the chance we will be detected and limiting our exposure to attack.

"With apologies, Miss Holloway, I do not see any reason for keeping them at another locale, which we must then split our forces to safeguard. I would hate to see Mr Falcon or Karlheinz go the way of poor Simmons."

JM nodded.  "My pardon miss Holloway but I think Singh has the right of it.  I can ring up Karlheinz and have him bring the load here directly."

Lampton nods at the arrangements. "I will return to the new room I have been given at the hotel. I plan to stay in the room for meals and such. If there is a copy of the Pnakotic Manuscripts among the books the Count got from the Penhew Foundation, I would like to take it along to continue studying it. In any event, I will write up my notes on the reading I managed to complete -- Life as a God and People of the Monolith and a few chapters of the Manuscripts -- and post it to you.

"I have asked the hotel to register me as Frank Howard." (He gives them his new room number) "You can telephone or write to me. I will contact you in the same way. No private messenger or telegrams -- too easy to trace or intercept. I'll send my Purdy along for Mr Singh's use and I will never be without my Webley close to hand.

"I'd best go now. Good luck to all." He shakes hands with each of them, allowing himself to kiss Cynthia's cheek. "I will telephone Darlington when I get back from America. If you leave the city, Bathory, please leave word with Perkins."
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"Of course, safe journey."

In reply to Howard Lampton (msg #221):

Molly listens to the group.  "Has somebody ever taken pictures of the books?  I mean of the individual pages as a backup?  Then if or when they get stolen you'd have a backup.  Sometimes pictures can also show other things that the naked eye misses."

Cynthia takes both of Howard's hands.

"Take care, Mr. Lampton. I'm glad to know that at least you'll be safe. I do hope to see you again soon, hopefully under better conditions."

Storm shook hands, looking a little puzzled.

"It sounds like you're getting ready to leave. So you're not interested in seeking justice for Francis? Revenge, call it what you want. We all want that, I think we're going to need your help. Don't go, you're a good man."

JM also shook hands with the American.  "Good luck to you sir.  Attend to your family affairs and rejoin us if you feel the need."

In reply to Major Charles Storm (msg #225):

"Thank you, Colonel, I'll be back as soon as I've seen Francis to his final resting place. That's a promise."

"Good luck then, Howard. Hurry back, although God only knows how things will develop."

"As for texts, they were also in terrible shape but I recognised none of the titles we possessed previously, so there's not much we can do to help."



He answered Molly, "no, but that's a fantastic idea! I shudder to think what it means to have an independent record of these texts, as perhaps they should not be shared but kept in as limited circulation as possible."

"Should you like to make a record, then please feel free. Or, I have a camera as well and can do it myself."

In reply to Prof. Ralph T. Fulty (msg #228):

Molly nodded her head to the Professor, glad that they thought her idea was worthy enough of their attention.  They were not as closed minded as some of the reports had made them out to be.

"I have a camera Professor but the chore will certainly go more quickly if there are two of us.  Is there a place where we can set up a darkroom for development of the film?"

Lampton pauses at the door. "Miss Fuller, I applaud your creativity. However, many of the tomes run to several hundred pages and some are very faded or in poor condition. I fear such a project will prove most difficult, technically speaking, very time-consuming, and quite expensive." He hesitates a moment longer, looking at each of them..

"Well, Cheer-oh, all. And God watch over you."

He left, his last words hanging in the air like a valediction.

In reply to Howard Lampton (msg #230):

"Cheerio Howard and DO be careful.  Don't worry about the expensive of doing this.  I'll just put it on your bill.  Perhaps I'll be able to contain myself and only do one book or parts of one book.  You'll have to return now to find out won't you."

"It's simple enough to set up a darkroom, I did so in our hotel washroom. The Count most likely has a closet we can convert into a darkroom of almost professional quality."

"If this is time-consuming and expensive, well, it's just our time and expense. Although from my experience in recording archaeological documents we'll need a better camera and lighting."

As an experienced officer and soldier, the Major began thinking of their situation in military terms.

"If we're going to go at the Brotherhood directly at some point, perhaps soon, then we need to use every tool and stratagem at our disposal.

"I don't think anyone will lead the Brotherhood here, but let's exercise some misdirection at least.

"Let's at least keep the rooms at the Park Lane in our names for a period. Or concoct some kind of ruse whereby the Brotherhood thinks we're all leaving London of the UK. They won't be looking for us if they think we're gone, right?"

In reply to Major Charles Storm (msg #233):

Molly nodded.  "I shall leave the security issues to you gentlemen.  I have a pretty decent camera and I am known to have it with me at all times of day and night so it should not cause a stir on that count.  If I have to get a better one...well that just means a shopping trip."

Molly had gotten the scent of the story and now she was on the case.  It would be indeed difficult to dampen her normal good spirits, especially since she had a very nice camera and could be of some use.

"Shall we wait for night, Mr Falcon, before we attempt to move the crates from your house in Limpney?"

JM thinks for a moment before replying to Singh.  "Yes, it would be best to move at night.  Karlheinz can drive a circuitous route and if we move quickly we can get all of the material inside before we might be accosted."

"Major Storm, capital ideas.  We could all take a train to Dover with the stated intention of heading overseas, perhaps to Egypt as a ruse.  We can get off the train near my home and double back to London using my passenger aircraft.  A customs official could be paid to modify a passenger list to show us all happily bound overseas.  It would buy us a good deal of time and perhaps place the foe off guard."

"Perhaps I'll have Ann maintain the illusion of our presence in the hotel rooms for a few nights more. A shame Phil isn't here. I'm sure he could find some individuals willing to sleep in hotel beds and eat all of their chicken to better support the illusion.

"Well gentlemen, when we're ready, I'll leave a note at the hotel for Ann, and I can start on my reading. Perhaps I can borrow a motorcar and read by the warehouse, so as to note any unusual traffic."

JM looks to the others; "Are we agreed to raid the warehouse tonight or do we work our ruse first?"

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #238):

"Let's see when the next sailing occurs. If there's one immediately, then we should carry out that part of the plan."

Storm took a few minutes and made a telephone call to the Hotel from the public phone in the pub. The hotel Concierge had up-to-date information on the various departures of steamships to America. Arranging transit was something he did on occasion for guests at the hotel.

"He says there is a fast liner departing from Dover to the USA in four days, on Thursday. I will have him book passage for the lot of us, save mister Lampton.

"As for choosing the time of our move on al Misr House, we want to make sure as many of the Brotherhood are present as possible. If enough are dead or in hiding after, then their organisation will be smashed. That would make just before or during the sacrificial ceremony at the time of the new moon the most effective time to strike. After will be too late for any sacrifices. If they buy our ruse, then they'll be as off their guard as possible."

"So... I agree, tonight we should go see the warehouse."

"Well done Major, I say go ahead and book passage for the lot of us and we can work our ruse tomorrow after rolling the warehouse.  Then an assault on the al Misr house before the sacrifices."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #240):

"Include me as well. They hopefully don't know my identity, no need to tip them of I'm an Englishman who lives in the city."

Molly had been thinking on what had been said and then she piped up.  "You know, I bet Uncle Mikey can get us some people to stay in the rooms to make it look like we're still there if you want to.  He'll...cough...make sure they also are discreet and not blab about it later.  Shall I contact him?

"Major, I fear you may overstate our combat abilities. There's seven fighting men among us. There's no equipment we have that they will not also have access to. And frankly, the idea of vigilantism seems unnecessarily destructive to our purposes. I don't intend to talk you down from storming the castle if that's what you have in mind, but after my experiences at the Juju house, I have little interest in being part of an armed raid. Not to mention that more cultists means more people to dispose of the hostages if they realize they're under attack.

"If we can gather the evidence to prove the guilt of Mr. Gavigan, we should hand it over to the police and let them do their job. I'm sure Detective Darlington would agree, yes? Not only will they be better equipped to take these people with a minimum of bloodshed, putting Gavigan in jail may be our only opportunity to extract the critical information about the Carlyle expedition.

"As for the ruse ... if we rent a car, perhaps  we can leave at a much earlier stop, maybe leaving Ann to tend to any other matters on the false journey. I suspect she'd enjoy a break from all of my errands, and we'd get back sooner."

Darlington had remained quiet as he shoveled food into his face, with little to add. Now, he was enjoying a cup of tea.

He shook his head, sadly.

"Blimey! No disrespect, ma'am, my opinion 'as not changed: dis ain't a matter fer da police awer da caaahrts ov law. Afraid ter disabuse any ov yew ov yer illusions abaaaht the Bobbies.

"The Ju-Ju 'ouse was a police raid. It was a slaughter. Many fine officers (includin' Dr. Weston's bruvver) lost their lives. Even if we was ter arrange a mass arrest, I can't see da Bruvverhood standin' in da dock awaitin' da pleasure ov His Majesty's Counsel."

"I assure you, should Garvigan fall in'er me 'ands, I fink 'e'll be eager ter share whatever 'e knows by the time I'm done. OK?"

"I might be able ter get some 'ard mates ter assist us, but i' won't be official-like. Nuff said, yeah?"
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In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg #243):

The Major didn't look too surprised at her answer.

"If we're vigilantes, so be it. This will be dangerous work, perhaps not a matter for Miss Fuller, either."

It wasn't surprising the old soldier naturally discounted the contributions of the womenfolk in this rough affair. After all, they'd barely been allowed to even vote! They weren't soldiers, it was obscene they should risk their lives in any way, women should stay at home, protected and safe.

"By thinking of this as more of a military action, we can make up for fewer numbers even lacking artillery or newfangled tanks. Trench raiders routinely faced uneven odds, they made up for this with surprise and bringing overwhelming force to bear at a small point. Then withdraw or reinforce.

"As for personnel, we have lost the services of Mr. Lampton as he attends his man's affairs. So that leaves me, Detective Sergeant Darlington, Mr. Singh (assuming Miss Holloway gives her blessing), Flight Lieutenant Falcon, the Count, Professor Fulty. Presumably, Karlheinz and Mr. Perkins. Some friends of Mr. Perkins, too.

"Additionally, DS Darlington might be able to bring some friends into play. The Imam at the Mosque is no doubt interested in the rescuing his parishioners and could get some volunteers among his congregation wishing to deal a blow to these cultist infidels.

In reply to Major Charles Storm (msg #245):

Molly opened her mouth to protest about not being included but then perhaps, in the long run, it would be better.  Not that Molly had intended to stay totally out of it but a little distance or not being totally associated with the group.  Still...

She walked over Major Storm and put on her "I'm a good little woman" routine.  "Oh thank you Major.  I am not a fighter.  I, of course, will bow to your expert knowledge of the fragile females mind."  She then stepped around the Major, accidentally on purpose stepping hard on his foot as she continued to move towards another chair.  "I shall, instead, just take my camera and start to use it to take pictures of the book.  That should be safe enough shouldn't it?  You certainly can't object to that now could you?  What harm can there be locked up safe in such a well guarded house.  Why I feel positively safer already being surrounded by such fine examples of manhood."

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg #246):

"My dear, I never expected anything more. Wait, do I detect a note of sarcasm?

"Whatever for? We're civilised, by thunder! Civilised people do not risk the fairer sex, it's a law of nature and wholly immutable, and the fairer sex doesn't seek danger and adventure.

"Now, I have seen or heard of women warriors before, among the Indian tribes I fought in my youth, on occasion. But those were damned savages. And nurses, they are near the front during wartime, and suffer some risk, but again it's a man's job to fight and a woman's place to nurture."

In reply to Major Charles Storm (msg #247):

Molly smiled sweetly at the Major.  "Scarcasm?  From me?  Major...you surely jest.  You are an honored veteran and bow to your expertise in such matters.  Forgive me for getting caught up in such enthusiasm to better the world."

Molly wouldn't bate the Major any more and cast down her eyes to make sure she wouldn't.  As for a lady doesn't go looking for adventure...

The Count had stayed out of the conversation but now felt he need to say something:

"I agree the next objective should be the warehouse, it may give us an edge if we have to engage the Cult at the mansion. As for that an all out assault, it would probably fail. So subterfuge until the right moment to strike presents itself once we are in the grounds."

"As for allies and armaments, I could probably call on a handfull of extra men. I have a couple of rifles and a couple of shotguns. Inspector do you have access to the Police armoury ?

In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #249):



Fulty ignored the debate between Major Storm and the plucky girl reporter, Molly.

He feared that times were changing, just look at the flappers! During and after the War, women were breaking out of their roles, although there had been a concerted effort to put them back in their proper place it was apparently not entirely successful.

As an bachelor and academic he was puzzled, women were pretty much a foreign species to him. He'd never married and women remained on the periphery of his awareness, limited to the odd student, academic wives, servants and of course countless veil-wearing Arabs he'd seen on his archaeological expeditions.

"Miss Holloway, I take your point about transport. Having a hired car meet us when we make our feint will be sensible."

"Still, let's not forget that John-Marc has a passenger aircraft. We can be up and away, perhaps to take the train back from Manchester or Bristol, reentering the city from a direction they wouldn't expect."
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JM listens to the policeman and the veteran army officer.  "I think that this is an example of a time to take justice into our own hands." He nodded to the Major.  "Yes, overwhelming force and surprise will be our salvation in breaking the cult Major.  Let us move on with our mission tonight at the warehouse and we can discuss our plans for the al Misr house later."

"It would be good though if we can get some of Darlington's hard boys to help."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #251):

Storm raised an eyebrow at Molly, trying and failing to discern if she was having him on. Women these days! Once they were working in factories, it was game over as far as he was concerned. Sure, there were hardy independent frontier women who knew their way around a shotgun or rifle, but it's not like Mill Holloway or Mill Fuller were cut from the same cloth.

Although sometimes, he wondered about this new breed of woman.

Still, may as well carry on!

"Quite right, gentlemen, a direct frontal assault would be suicidal, as if anyone would be silly enough to suggest it.

"For one thing, I can report that al-Misr House is on an island in the Nave river, surrounded by water and approachable only by bridge. There is an outer land wall with gate and guard house. They will be easily able to garrison those "choke-points" to provide security for their unholy soirée.

"Well, here's the rough plan as I understand it:

"Today, DS Darlington inspects the Count's house. We move our effects, leaving whatever we don't need behind to create the illusion we are maintaining lodging at the Park Lane Hotel.

"Tonight, we visit the warehouse.

"Thursday, we arrange some kind of feint where we leave by train and double back by car or, as JM suggests, passenger aeroplane."

"Next Tuesday is the date of the sacrifice. We will make our move on al-Misr House at or around that time."
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In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg #249):

"Gawdon Bennet! I cannot guaran'ee any military 'ardware, but I can lay 'ands on some firearms what 'ave come in'er police 'ands. A 'alf-dozen 'untin' an' military rifles, some shotguns an' a few revolvers.

"Park me da money an' I can 'ave as many shotguns an' rifles in yaaahr 'ands as yew wan' by da end ov da week. OK?

"There's free mates ov mine what don't mind ge'in' their 'ands dirty, even if they're not killers they're not opposed ter workin' outside da law."

In reply to Albert Darlington (msg #253):

"That sound fine Inspector, a great help. A case of mills bombs would be asking to much. Major Storm I believe you are correct. Well ladies and gentleman until tonight I would bid you good bye as I am late for another appointment. I trust you all have my shops address ?"

He collects his belongings and departs in the waiting taxi. One stop before the Savoy, he enters the familiar orange stone entrance of the London Armoury shop.

Greeting friends from his shooting club, he makes his excuses for his haste. The Count passes a note to the clerk for the following:

1 case of Eley Magnum "00" buckshot, brass shells.
5 boxes of Winchester .35 Remington 200gr RN

On account to be delivered in the afternoon. He then borrows their telephone to inform Perkins they would have visitors and to close up the shop.
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"Tonight then my good Count, yes indeed.

"Oh, it occurs to me that Mr. Lampton was funding much of this venture. I have around two thousand pounds in cash savings, I shall withdraw that today so that we may continue to have some working capital for expenses.

"Further, my friend Darragh was quite pleased to help us, perhaps due to a latent need for excitement and the forbidden thrill of using his criminal skills without punishment. I think we may count on him in on any adventure, even a dangerous one. He's unavailable today but I can contact him tomorrow."

In reply to Doctor Phillip Weston (msg #255):

Molly looks up Dr. Weston.  "A generous offer of funds Dr.  Do you have a plan for it?  Withdrawing that kind of money all at once will raise some eyebrows or at the very least a discussion on what you plan to do with it?  A vacation?  A new vehicle?  Careful on your story for they will check or ask it the next time they see you.  Plan the story before the withdrawal is always best."

"I can certainly cover minor expenses like firearms. I can say I'm making a visit to Harrod's. Speaking with the imram is an excellent idea. Someone should tend to that as soon as possible. I suspect a male would be best received. Perhaps Mr. Singh, as you both come from similar racial stock?"

"I hadn't thought about it.

"I've been banking there for many years. I'm not a personal friend of the owner by any means, but I'm quite a familiar face there and I should be surprised if they raise questions about what I want my own funds for! Else I should seek to do my banking elsewhere. Still, it's high time for a vacation, indeed, and I will come up with a rationale of some sort."

In reply to Doctor Phillip Weston (msg #258):

I did not mean any disrespect Doctor.  I just wanted to point out that somebody all of a sudden doing something different will start a series of questions which might be remembered or not.  It is best to be prepared in either case.  I am sure that the financial institution you bank at will be discreet but sometimes employees' stories can be the bread and butter of the next day news."

Molly didn't bother to tell him she knew of some employees at the banks who were all too willing to tell stories if the right amount was pocketed into their account.

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg #259):

Dr. Weston laughed, a twinkle in his eye.

"My dear, no need to lecture me further! I'm already taking your suggestion to heart. What more do you want?

"This defensiveness, perhaps your parents often questioned your decisions? Made you feel inadequate? Tell me about your father."

In reply to Doctor Phillip Weston (msg #260):

Molly laughed at the Doctor.  "My father?  He was my father.  Surely that says it all?"

Molly isn't sure why he would want to know about her father but she also feels this isn't the time and place to talk about him.  She sits back down and watches the group, mentally taking notes.

In reply to Molly 'Mungo' Fuller (msg #261):

Seeing Molly thought he was serious, he reassured her, "it says volumes, but be reassured I'm just kidding. A bit of psychoanalytical humour, there. Courtesy of the good Dr. Freud."

JM speaks; "I would be willing to talk to the Imam.  I speak quite passable Arabic from my time in Palestine."
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Dr. Weston checked out of the hotel. He preferred to be at home or in his accustomed room at the Park Lane, but he scarcely felt safe. The move to the Count's lodgings would be more secure but far less comfortable.

After, he took a taxi to his bank. He made some excuse as he withdrew a large amount of funds, but there were no more than perfunctory questions. His story of the family visiting his in-laws and then going on vacation on the Continent seemed plausible enough.

Those tasks accomplished, he rendez-voused at the Count's building to get settled in.

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg #263):

After leaving, DS Darlington picked up his metalworker friend and swung by the Count's shop to talk with Perkins.

He examined the front windows and determined that the gate was probably sufficient to guard against break-in but not against determined attack by an arsonist using a firebomb containing petrol, alcohol or kerosene.

The metalworker took some measurements and said that the needed components (metal shutters, brackets, hinges) were in his shop or could be picked up direct from the foundry. After some work in his shop they'd be ready to install the next day for the princely sum of ₤50, paid up front (so he could purchase the needed materials).

Later, he went by the police station to question DS Crabbe. It didn't take long to determine that a night clerk was unavailable, it was suspected he was an accomplice to the break-in and murder of Mr. Simmons and the hotel detective Smythe. Either he'd made good his escape, or his confederates had silenced him.

That evening, he saw his family off to visit her parents in Edinburgh, and packed his own bag to stay at the Counts.

Darlington met the others there.
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In reply to Albert Darlington (msg #266):

Fulty didn't have any firearms, but he did have a double-barreled shotgun on delivery from his visit to the Royal Armoury on Friday. So he simply made his way back to the hotel, collected it from the front desk, and went upstairs.

Later, he packed some clothing and left via a side entrance, leaving behind his other baggage. On the way to the Count's, he visited a chemist's to obtain more darkroom chemicals, then a photographer's shop to get more photo developing equipment, a better camera with tripod and lighting equipment. This would make photographing any documents or books a snap.

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As invited, Major Storm accompanied the Count to the Royal Armoury for some firearms to replace his rifle.

He selected a Belgian-made 12-Ga. Browning Auto-5 semi-auto shotgun. Recoil-operated, it could empty the five-shot tubular magazine in less than two seconds. Although he preferred a Springfield, he was able to select a fine imported Winchester Model 1894 lever-action .30-30 rifle. He also picked up a pair of Browning Model 1910 .32 automatics; Dr. Weston and Professor Fulty might abhor violence but they were playing with a rough crowd. Storm purchased a couple boxes of ammunition for each, as well as his M1911A1.

The Auto-5 didn't require paperwork but the Winchester and pistols did, so he took down the particulars in order that DS Darlington could register them legally. The purpose that they were likely to be put wasn't particularly legal, but at least there wouldn't be a danger with some random patrolling Bobby.

He arranged with the Count to put it on his account and be delivered to the shop later that day. It was a shame, losing the Springfield to those bastards, but the Winchester would put him in mind of the days of his youth when he rode the New Mexico badlands, on the lookout for rogue Indians.

After, he went to the hotel, packing a change of clothing, his toiletries, his sabre and pistol into a suitcase. The rest of his baggage he left there for retrieval later.
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In the late afternoon, the various purchases from the London Armoury arrived at the Count's town house. Later, the investigators themselves arrived, having traveled circuitous routes to avoid detection.

Cynthia is expecting a few parcels from the Royal Armoury as well, however her immediate conundrum is what to leave at the hotel. Unfortunately, she has a public face to maintain -- even if she's not intentionally showing herself in public. She can slim her cargo down to a trunk, but she won't want to be visiting any royalty or old friends until she has a chance to visit a tailor.

That evening she preps herself to accompany the boys to the warehouse. Again wearing muted, dark colors, coat, scarf, hat and umbrella, gloves, light boots, and a handbag for tools. If her firearms have been delivered, she brings the smaller gun with her. It would be better to have a chance to bring it out to the heather and get a sense for it before trusting her life to it, but unfortunately time will not permit such.

"I'm afraid, Miss that a trunk, requiring a delivery service to transport it, will leave too easy a trail for our enemies to follow. I also suggest discharging the maid. We do not want to imperil another innocent."

As the day goes on and Singh spends some time cleaning and loading Miss Cynthia's new purchases (and checking over his own), he wonders what purpose will be served in a foray to the warehouse.

"Well do you propose then I spend a few hours at Harrod's? Or that I walk the streets naked like Lady Godiva?

"Ann will be attending to our rooms during the day. She won't be sleeping in them. And in a few days, she'll be on a train and off to safety. If there's something further we can do to protect her, we should of course undertake it. But currently she is the only one in position to maintain the little chores that make our false trail at all convincing. I don't think an hour a day in the hotel is likely to put her in any greater danger than she's already been in."

"I would venture to suggest that several changes of underclothes a few blouses, a skirt, and toilette articles can all be packed in a valise, which I can carry unobtrusively from the hotel.

"As for Anna's safety, a few days ago we thought Simmons safe at the hotel. Because our enemies have not struck in broad daylight is no assurance that they will not. Using Anna as our stalking horse on this ruse will expose her to very much danger, I fear.

"Of course, I will do as you say in all things, Miss Holloway."

JM will head over to the mosque to visit the imam.  He will see if the gentleman can offer any assistance or information regarding the cult.  Two of the kidnap victims belong to his mosque.

After JM and Karlheinz delivered the stauary to the Count's town house, Prof. Fulty accompanied him to the mosque in Woking. The Imam received them in his office. He asked what he could do to help, and how the investigation was going.

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Anna was able to obtain the shotguns without problem. They were delivered from the Royal Amoury to the hotel later that day.
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The Count took a longer route then usual and worked to disquse his destination. He had to knock as Mr Perkins had bared the door as instructed. The light streamed out as the door was opened and he warmly greeted his friend. He outlined what he was unable to on the telephone as he took off his coat, scarf and gloves.

Then he made is way up the stairs to the kitchen and began preparing a light supper for his guests for when they arrive. Perkins had mentioned the hampers from Fortnum and Masons had arrived so he unpacked them and arranged the food on the kitchen table. Once the food was prepared he took it upstairs and arranged it on the table in the living room.


The Count was just coming up the stairs from the basement vault when the first of his guests began to arrive. He greeted them warmly and showed them to the living room. He offered them a drink and once everyone had a glass he laid out the books and other items they recovered from the Penhew foundation.

Before they got into the thick of it the Count showed people their rooms and where the bathrooms were on each floor.



He also showed his guests the fire extinguishers and the best routes for escape should the worst happen. On his way down he retrieves a couple of primers from his study on the languages the books and scrolls are written in.


They are pretty basic but should give a general understanding. The Latin book would be the first he would perused, needing no help to read it. He checked the parlour and the doors that lead out onto the terrace, they where still locked.


Once back in the living room the Count asked if everyone was comfortable before becoming distracted by his book.

JM will greet the Imam respectfully in Arabic.  "The blackhearts killed two of our group the other night but we believe we know where they are meeting and plan an attempt to overthrow them and rescue the prisoners.  We might need help in the storming of their house."

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Shah Jahan Mosque, Woking.


Imam Al-Nasir Muhammad served them tea. There was a hookah pipe in the corner of his office.

"The Brotherhood is an affront to God. Bismallah, you may put an end to their foul practices.

"Many of the faithful came to England when Egypt became independent 1922. There are two brothers, former Egyptian army officers, who fought alongside the British in the war. Haji and Faruk, have expressed to me their willingness to do whatever is necessary to assist in freeing Ai'yeshea, Rashid and Rahman. If they remain alive, inshallah. They will lend their aid these infidels, I have no doubt.

"I shall supply you with their names and contact information, that is the most I can do, I will ask no further. Go with God, Allahu-Akbar!"

He wrote down the names of the brothers and the address of the shop where they worked in London. It was rather close to the Count's town house in Covent Garden.

OOC: It's getting rather late. Better head home!

JM thanked the imam, took the names and then took his leave of the mosque.  He headed back to the Count's home.

That Evening, The Town House

Scattered showers, foggy.

Everyone got settled into the town house. It was well-appointed, well-kept. The Count no doubt had regular and reliable maid service.

They sat down to a late dinner, relieved to be in a measure of safety. Anna was facing a greater measure of risk staying at the hotel, but she wasn't actually staying in the rooms. Anyone wanting to strike again would do so at night, and she would go in during the day.

With some coffee it would be possible to stay awake late enough to make a foray that night.

JM eats his dinner and takes a cup of excellent coffee.  "We can go over in my truck to the warehouse tonight.  Will we need to commandeer another cab for the rest of us?  Who will be coming?"

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Molly looks up at John-Marc.  "As exciting as the prospect of being in your company sounds Mr. Falcon, I shall stay here and start to take pictures of some of the books."

She then returns to her food and watches how her news is dealt with the rest of the people.

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The Count placed the book on a side table as he spoke from his chesterfield chair;

"If it is the consensus that we investigate the warehouse tonight, then I will be included. Mr Perkins will provide a guard on the shop for those staying, though I know he would appreciated company. We need not bother with a taxi if people don't mind we could take the delivery truck, it is parked in a lock up garage not far from here."
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Singh looks to Cynthia for her decision.

"If you're just looking, I may be of more use here, translating books. However, I expect Mr. Singh will be extremely useful to you, if he feels I'm sufficiently well protected in the Count's fortress here."