These were quite lavish water closets with enameled cast iron fixtures manufactured by Kohler. The doors are now ripped from their frames and the toilet bowls splashed with blood.Cabin 2
Once more the door is locked, but with the master key opens smoothly, despite the gore splashed across the outside panels. The cabin is obsessively tidy. Photographs of a young man adorn the bedside table and chest of drawers. If the large valise tucked under the bed is opened, they will discover a packet of love letters from “Your loving J” tied with red ribbon.
From the evidence of the letters ‘J’ and Mrs Berringer are having a passionate – and secret – relationship. One line, “your grief is our veil” suggests that Christine Berringer’s anguish may be a pretence.
As you are leaving cabin 2 you hear a heavy object fall, a sudden clatter followed by a slow creaking from within cabin 1.Cabin 1
As you push the door aside, the body of a heavily built man, Tony 'Big T' Laine from the The Driskill Mountain Jazz Band, swings in front of you on a rope made of the silk belt of a bathrobe. A fallen chair lies beneath his feet and he seems to be fighting the impulse to pull the cord from his neck. His body spins slowly, revealing a purpling face, bulging eyes and protuberant, lolling tongue. A mucus-thickened bubbling comes from his throat as he chokes to death.
Tony 'Big T' Laine