Re: Monday, 16 March 1925
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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