You follow Jonathan's plan, take a late train to Southampton, and spend three nights in a dismal hotel in Southampton.

Assuming you spent the time lying low, exchanging stories with Percival, and buying some replacement clothes and accessories for the cruise. Percivals story coming up tomorrow.

On the morning of Monday 28th July, two weeks to the day since you arrived in England, you are at the first class pavilion, sipping orange juice or champagne while you documents are discretelychecked before you board the Northumbria. You morning is somewhat spoiled as you are discretely escorted to a side office, where inspectors Nelson and Pye are waiting flanked by a pair of burly constables.

"Lord Deville, we understand you are planning to leave the country with documents pertaining to a police investigation. Can you give me one reason why we shouldn't have you arrested for obstruction of justice?" says Nelson coldly.

Kit smiles and walks up to the Inspector. "Gentlemen, I applaud your thoroughness. Perhaps you can enighten us regarding what your concerns are and we can find a way to help you."

Percy stands open mouthed looking at Lord DeVille and the inspectors.

What had he gotten himself into?

"Don't play the innocent with me!" snarls the inspector. "Despite your assurances you have failed hand over the documents you pilfered from under the Soran Institute, and now I discover you are planning to leave England with them! Now I would advise you to remain silent and let lord Deville explain himself"

"Inspector, I have every intention of returning to England with these documents," Jonathan answers quietly, "However, I believe I have greater need of them just now than does Scotland Yard.

"For me, they represent an opportunity to solve a great mystery that has haunted the Deville family for a generation and possibly brought about the deaths of my father and grandfather.

"Can you explain what police investigation they pertain to and of what use they might be to your inquiries? I presume you have a warrant that allows you to seize them? If so, I should like to examine it."

"As to a warrant, I urge you not to go down that road Lord Deville, as by your own statement these documents were pilfered while you were trespassing on private property" answers the detective sternly. "However... since there is no immediate urgency to the case, given that the guilty party is most likely deceased, if you give me your word as a gentleman that yo will present the evidence to me in due course I will leave you to go about your business, providing you undertake to keep me appraised of your progress"

Assuming you agree to a 2 point Reassurance spend Jonathan. That, plus your persuasive speech swung the day.

[ooc - 2 points Reassurance duly spent.]

"Thank you, Inspector, for your consideration," Jonathan says warmly, extending his hand, "Here is my hand to seal our agreement and you have my most solemn word, as a peer of the realm and a gentleman. I will see to it that these papers are in your possession as soon as I return to England."

Although he simply gives the police officer a scowl, George is more than a little put out that the inspector had given him such a hard time over the papers, but flashed a little bit of the nobility, he backs down like a puppy dog.

Grabbing his valise and bag, he heads for the ship...
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Failing to hide the awe in his voice Percival says,"That was well done Lord DeVille, truly well done."

Scotland Yard's finest deferred to Lord DeVille Percy thought to himself, Percy took another careful look at his travelling companions.  These just might be the right blokes to help me get this sorted out after all.

Leaving the police behind you board the ship and are shown to your suite. The Northumberland casts off an hour or so later, and soon you sitting on the deck enjoying the sea air and balmy summer weather. The last days have been hard on Jonathan and his companions, and you use the opportunity to take a well-deserved rest. All to soon you will be arriving at New York...

The first few days Percival had trouble getting adjusted to his "sea legs", but he found that walking on deck was wonderful restorative.

You all arrive in America rested but heavy at heart, with even Percival forced to confront long-buried unhappy memories. Wasting no time, you forward the luggage on to the hotel and split off on your separate errands. George and Percival take a taxi to the New York City Library, while Kit heads for Greenwich Village to look up an acquaintance who might be able to help.

Kit pokes around the Village, enjoying the variety and people. He soon gets wind of a fellow whose brother is in Bermuda. Within a few hours he has sent a telegraph to a fellow named Angelo on the island to which they're heading, and the pair exchange contact information and basic plans.

"Well Percy, if I may call you that, I think we should split up. You seem the person to hunt for information on Soran and his sordid activities, I am going to do some research on Zoran Trifkovitch. Soran may be an alias for this fellow who was forced to step down as professor of anatomy at Prague University three years ago due to 'severe irregularities in his medical procedure and ethics'"

George glances around the library, looking for a place to meet other than the main reading area.

"Over there, by that bust of Shakespeare; see the secluded tables there? Let us meet up to share notes in about an hour. Fair enough?"

Percy nods agreement, "I also might see if I can find anything out about Bermuda and the occult".  He turns and heads towards the card catalog index.

Jonathan finds a chemist that is prepared to work overnight on the infusion, after a personal check backed by a phone call to the Cavendish family bank. You agree to retrieve the finished product tomorrow morning

Assuming you don't mind making the 1 Credit Rating spend required.

George finds no mention of Soran, but does find an article in Scientific American that mentions Zoran Trifkovitch, his real name according to Joseph Deville's diary. It confirms the details of his dismissal from Prague university that you already know, but there is also a photo of the man. As described in the journal, he is bald, and his coarse, greasy skin is evident even in the faded black-and-white newsprint. You cannot tell with any certainty whether Soran's corpse was the one you found in the cellar, however.

Meanwhile, Percival informs himself thoroughly about Bermuda. There is little on a connection to the occult, although he does find several books about the Hiatian religion know as voodoo that can be found throughout the Carribean, and even perhaps in Bermuda too.

No need for a spend from either of you. Percival, assume you have a wikipedia-level background knowledge of Bermuda http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bermuda. See also http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smoot-Hawley_Tariff_Act. BTW, the concept of the Bermuda Triangle did not originate until the 1950s.

You all meet back at around seven o'clock in the hotel to compare notes.

Aside from collecting the purgative, let me know if you have any special plans for Sunday.

"I'll be attending services at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine in the morning to pray for Father Alden, if anyone wants to go along," says Jonathan, "Then I'm off to pick up our antidote."

Not having known Father Alden, Percival decides to continue his research.  "No disrespect mean Lord, but since I didn't know the good Father I would feel out of place."


Percival wants to peruse the better book shops in the city to see if he can find anything informative about voodoo.  He realizes it is a long shot, but he will need something to read on the trip anyway.

On a beautiful, sunny morning you arrive at Bermuda, after five nights on the Spirit of Bermuda, a rather battered old packet steamer that makes a regular run between New York and St George's. The first class accommodation is if a somewhat lover standard than the Northumbria, but the atmosphere on board ship a lot less stuffy, with a diverse set of fellow passengers. Despite the gravity of your mission, you enjoy the voyage.

A young, coloured islander is waiting for you as you clear the rudimentary customs post at the harbour, introducing himself as Angelo. He is a musician, originally from Cuba, who makes a living playing the circuit of hotels and clubs on the island.

"Just tell me what you need, mon. I know a good place to stay, friend of mine has rooms to rent downtown"

St. George's is a bustling, picturesque town, with a strange juxtaposition of England and the tropics. https://www.google.ch/search?h.....45.0.0.H_KPft9DiaI

Percival, you picked up a couple of books on voodoo, and can consider yourself informed. If there is anything else anyone wanted to do in New York, please us the appendix thread.

Percival hangs towards the back of the group.  He pulls the front of his shirt out and in to get a little bit of air moving in the heat.

He looks around at the picturesque scenery marveling at the scenery.

Dressed in his new duds, Captain Yates gratefully places his feet on dry land and glances about.

There was something soothing to his military spirit in the sight of colonial style construction, white painted buildings, men and women dressed in civilized fashion walking about.

"Those Brits sure know how to do a thing right."

As to the young local who had volunteered to be a tour guide, George's natural suspicion rises tot he top. Turning to Jonathon, he suggests (quietly) that they can find their way without the help of the bohemian native musician.

Kit grins and greets the man. "Hello, there, Angelo." He introduces the group, making a point of introducing Jonathan without his title. "Why don't you take us to that friend's place, Angelo. We would like to settle in and then have some inquiries to make."

Assuming it's not past dinner-time.

"I say, Kit," says Jonathan, seeming very British, "I think I'd prefer a proper hotel. I'm certain there are several to choose from in Hamilton." He turns to Angelo, "No offense intended, my good man."

"None taken sir, none taken" replies Angelo amicably. "You'll be wanting the best place in town?"