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Just to echo the others, a great shame indeed. Pleasure gaming with you.

http://www.deathandtaxesmag.com/198876/ ... e-in-1927/

A fascinating look at the London streets just before our period. The music is a touch annoying so worth watching without...

Harwood nods to the Reverend in agreement about leaving with a barely concealed excitement, darting occasional glances at the clock. I don't know about anyone else but I need to get back to the shop to see if a letter has arrived. I think some examination of the book is in order, see what further we...

Sorry all, I made the terrible error of attempting to move house and leave a job just before Christmass because apparently I am a sucker for punishment...I am now back at a place with internet and with time to spend so I am back again.

Completely, sort yourself first, we'll wait. Salivating. Twisting our selves into strange shapes whilst we consider what happens next.

Blast, there went ten minutes typing in one ludicrous keyboard accident. Let's try and reconstruct that. Harwood sits back trying to think. Chorazin, must surely be linked to Chora Azos? What did the Rev say that meant? The Realm of Azos? So did the Leader preach a wisdom gained from there? What ki...

Well I shall leave that to you fine gentlemen. I have a date with destiny. Or at least the Reverend and the world-famous echo of the reading room of the British Museum. With that, Harwood disappears into the back for a few moments and returns with hat, coat and drooping roll-up. He strides towards ...

Yes, sorry. Went on holiday to perhaps the only house I know in the UK (well Wales...) without internet, and then onto a place with internet but no computer access. Will get on my next moves now.

I would just like to echo the sentiments so far. Superb job Taavi, really enjoying banging my head against strange cults and stranger personal theories. I certainly could give neither the time nor the proper knowledge of the system to bring this to a conclusion, and I certainly don't just want to be...

It is indeed sir, perhaps the oldest game on record. Found on the ceiling of an Egyptian temple, carved into the deck of a Viking ship and cut into the stalls of our great cathedrals. Played from one end of the Roman Empire to the other. Shakespeare describes them dug into the green and pleasant la...

Harwood reveals his reader's card like a magician. It's alright Father, I made some use of their...special collections for my doctorate. In this case I think I shall start from John Wickham Legg. Particularly his copy of Culpepper's True and Frank History of the Papacy. Legg somehow got hold of the ...

Harwood takes a pencil and starts plotting on the map, periodically cursing and rubbing out furiously. Finally he starts drawing, becoming more assured as he goes. And with an exclamation throws down his pencil. He pauses and looks at the map. His face darkens and he mutters angrily at his diagram. ...

I am working on it, I think I can get this - although I am aware that this kind of insanity in a horror film leads to me in a room lined with tinfoil screaming about the angles.

Bingo, there we are Captain , Caslett. Sure of it, the good Reverend gave us the clue with his bibliographical musings. The Cor name becomes Caslett, and he spotted that the most recent annotator was a 'PC'. Nicely done Father, that's your man. He turns back to Luke, We can have a swift look before...

RIght yes, ok. You're absolutely right Captain . Ok. He turns to Reverend Poole . Give me a few moments, I just need to gather my things. First though I shall have a quick confab with the Captain . See if we can find any names on the list of quacks which might be our mystery man. That way he can be...

Whilst Drummell made his little presentation Harwood moved unobtrusively backwards, taking his pile of notes on the Burton and the Cor book. Once he is safely out of the door he steps forward again. Well that was...interesting. They obviously know something but not enough. I guess they interrogated ...

Actually another little incident involving an ancient family recipe book for drinking ghosts and a high-heeled group of gravedancers who like nothing more than a tipple with their favourite authors. A very odd and long story. No, the SP on the horses seems as simple as it sounds, except that our pu...

Harwood has been muttering in the background. Fixing races, hmmm, there's some negro stuff, High John the Conqueror , but that's more about getting luck, divining from dreams and making the horse you're on go faster. Roman tablets have been found with binding spells, stop people from crossing the s...

Yes, welcome aboard. One of us, and all that.