Dr. Mordecai Lemming lives at Murray Hill Hotel. The double stairway at the hotel’s Park Avenue entrance leads up into the marble-lined reception hall, where the decor has changed little since the hotel’s opening in 1884. A polite clerk at the reception desk greets Rachel and co. and asks if he may be of assistance. He asks you to wait while he calls up to Dr. Lemming to see if he is at home to guests today. Once the clerk has secured Dr. Lemming’s consent, he permits you to climb the stairs.
Doctor Lemming is waiting for you outside his apartment door. He is small, balding, and pale, his clothes are typical of an absent-minded academic, covered in ink and dust with grubby cuffs and various odd-looking stains. He looks delighted to see you, and ushers you into his opulent but overcrowded rooms. Rococo detailing on the walls and ceilings fights for your attention amongst a plethora of books and seemingly random objects from every continent, all with the shared theme of myth and folklore.
Questioning the doctor about Jackson’s death and the other murder victims causes the elderly academic to giggle nervously before taking a medicinal nip of his “nerve tonic” from a silver hip flask. All he can tell you is what he told the police: that he believes the mark to be that of an African death cult or, more likely, someone mimicking the symbol of an African death cult to stir up ill feeling.
Dr. Lemming was aware of Jackson’s work although he never met him and found his books somewhat macabre and sensationalist. He is sorry to hear of his death and is thoroughly perplexed by it. Either the police have the wrong man in prison, or Adams must have been working with an accomplice.
“If you should they wish to know more about such things as African folklore and cult histories, then Mr. Silas N’Kwane, the proprietor of Ju-Ju House in Harlem, may be able to help you. He regularly sends me trinkets and fetishes he knows will be of interest to my studies, and charges a very reasonable price for them to boot. Very charming man.”
Dr. Lemming is in a garrulous mood and glad of his captive audience. He rings down to the hotel kitchen to order refreshments, and proceeds to bend your ears on every conceivable folklore topic under the sun.
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