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Posted: **Mon Jun 19, 2017 11:13 am**

Mr. J. Bidwell requests the pleasure of your company at an evening party on Thursday, the 15th of May, at eight o'clock. R.S.V.P.

The invitation, hand-delivered to your London address that morning in 1890, is a notable one. A party is to take place tomorrow evening at the Blenheim Terrace residence of Mr. John Bidwell, a party heralded as the social event of the season, and no one of any social standing would dare to miss it.

Mr. Bidwell, of course, is known throughout London as a wealthy entrepreneur involved in shipping and industry in Britain and its colonies. He is also something of an adventurer, and has visited America, the Orient, and Australia. Unmarried, he is a well-educated man in his early fifties, known for his keen mind and sharp wit, and has many wealthy and powerful friends, including members of the royal family.

Bidwell has, however, been conspicuously absent from society for some time. Rumor has it that he was suffering from an exotic illness and was confined to a hospital until recently.

How will you respond to the invitation? Will you attend the party?

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Posted: **Mon Jun 19, 2017 3:13 pm**

Ann Veronica is pleasantly surprised to receive the invitation at her hotel in the Strand, where she stays when visiting London. She knows of Bidwell due to her contacts in the shipping industry in the Medway Towns, which must be how he has heard of her. Perhaps he wants a portrait? She would certainly be glad to meet such an influential man. Thinking about him, actually she doesn't really know that much. What are those rumours of illness about? She hopes its not serious, if true. But if it was, why would he be having a party?

She sits down at the desk in her room to write her acceptance of the invitation. Now all she needs to do is to find something suitable to wear…

Posted: **Mon Jun 19, 2017 3:33 pm**

Bidwell? Now where have I heard that name? Cecil shakes his head and returns to his newspaper while sipping a brandy in his favourite corner of the Reform Club.

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Posted: **Mon Jun 19, 2017 7:46 pm**

James was going through his morning post. "Bills, bills, more bills, ... ." He sighed. "Wait, that one is not a bill. An invitation from John Bidwell?" His first instinct was to decline, as he probably was not very good company at the moment. However, perhaps an evening out might be exactly what he needed? And if he was quite honest, the fact that his old friend was swimming in money also helped to convince him. Ashamed, he pushed that thought away and started to pen a reply to accept the invitation.

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Posted: **Mon Jun 19, 2017 8:15 pm**

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Gordon remembers stories about Mister John Bidwell, no doubt from a visit the great man paid to Canada some time ago. Yes, there was something about his illness . . .

In any case, this would be a perfect opportunity to meet other illustrious captains of industry, in the hope of securing a good position. And no doubt there will be interesting ladies present as well. He just hopes he won't seem too provincial.

Gordon accepts with pleasure.

Posted: **Tue Jun 20, 2017 5:12 am**

Diane Siddons is surprised to receive the letter from Bidwell at her boarding house. He must have seen me perform, she thinks. Why else would he invite me? In any event, it was an opportunity not to be missed. She'd never been invited to anything so important. Perhaps she could borrow an elegant costume from the theatre, for she didn't possess anything worthy of the party.

Posted: **Tue Jun 20, 2017 11:51 am**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

How odd, thinks Absalom as he opens the invitation over his breakfast, why would a gentleman such as Mr Bidwell invite him to a party? As far as he can recollect he has never met Mr Bidwell and it is most unlikely that he, a humble servant of the Church, would have been recommended to such an illustrious person. It can only be, his thoughts continuing over another slice of hot buttered toast, something to do with the Church itself, perhaps Mr Bidwell is in need of an educated recorder of events with a knowledge of Latin and ecclesiastic text. He finishes the last piece of toast and delicately wipes his greasy fingers on a napkin, looking up as Mrs Hodges, his aged housekeeper, enters the room in search of dishes. “Ah Mrs Hodges, please have young Walter come to my study. I have a note of acceptance for him to carry”...

Posted: **Tue Jun 20, 2017 2:01 pm**

Gordon McKerry:

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Posted: **Tue Jun 20, 2017 2:05 pm**

A light, damp fog descends on the city on the night of Bidwell's party. The gaslamps flicker along the streets and the clatter of hooves and carriages echo in the clammy night air. Big Ben chimes ominously in the foggy distance.

Several carriages already stand waiting when you arrive at Bidwell's residence in Blenheim Terrace in the fashionable district of St. John's Wood. Groups of hackney-coachmen cluster under gaslamps, their forms silhouetted in the fog, and a warm glow emanates from the house where London's elite have gathered. Upon showing your invitation, a doorman announces your arrival.

"Miss Ann Veronica Poole!"

"Mr. Gordon McKerry!"

"Professor James Powell!"

"Reverend Absalom Peredue Somerhayes!"

"Mr. Cecil Copeland!"

"Miss Diane Siddons!"

You are shown into the ballroom of Bidwell's mansion. Serving-men in formal attire pass trays of champagne, while chefs serve food from an enormous buffet. The music of a string quartet hangs above the clatter and chatter of the revelers who mingle, eat, drink, and dance. Silver trays, champagne glasses, and jewelry sparkle in the soothing glow of gas-lit chandeliers. The wealthy and influential of London are everywhere.

You are free to mingle, enjoy the party and perhaps make some new acquaintances, or renew old ones.

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Posted: **Tue Jun 20, 2017 3:02 pm**

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James was nervously scanning the crowd. Between all these wealthy and powerful, he felt as much at home as a pickled onion in a fruit salad. After wandering through the ball room for a while, he finally spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Cecil Copeland, the antiquarian with whom he shared a passion for history. They had spent many fine evenings discussing all matters historical over a glass of port, but their last meeting was already a while back, from before Julia had fallen ill.

"Cecil, good to see you here! How's your book coming along, old friend?"

Posted: **Tue Jun 20, 2017 3:05 pm**

Ann Veronica decided that it was worth spending a little money in order to attract attention for this event. If she can get some new clients for her portraits, the dress, which accentuates her figure, is sure to catch the notice of the various gentlemen in attendance. After all, in her experience, they are not so interested in her mind.

As she sips her champagne, she scans the guests for faces that she is familiar with, looking to work her charms. This party is far more exclusive than what she would find back home. Better make the most of it! She is a relative pauper though, compared to some of these people. It will put her at a disadvantage no doubt.

Posted: **Tue Jun 20, 2017 3:31 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Absalom, dressed in his finest broadcloth suit and sporting a fine new collar purchased especially for the occasion, looks around at the assemblage. Noting some of the foremost figures of London society. Refusing a glass of champagne, unlike his more severe brethren he did occasionally indulge in a glass of wine, but of late his breathing complaint had been overly active and he had been assured by his physician that alcohol, of any type, would inflame the symptoms, he moved to a position where he could observe the attendees, hoping perhaps that he might spot a familiar face.
At the mention of the name, Miss Dianne Siddons, a hint of recognition crossed his mind. Dianne Siddons? Was that not the name of the up and coming young actress who had so recently charmed the Bishop of Southwark with her portrayal of Joan of Arc in a recent performance? With that thought he began moving towards the young lady hoping that he wasn’t about to make a fool of himself.

Posted: **Wed Jun 21, 2017 3:46 am**

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Gordon doesn't recognize any of the guests who have recently been announced, which isn't surprising, being new to this country. He decides to mingle at random, particularly if there happens to be an unattended lady who seems to be in search of company.

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Posted: **Wed Jun 21, 2017 4:25 am**

Diane is amazed that she is able to recognize many of the esteemed guests, and even more amazed to find that quite a few of them seem to know who she is. For an actress just starting out, it seems she is already building a good reputation for herself, which will no doubt be bolstered by being seen in such company. She is glad she was able to borrow a fancy dress she had worn when playing Juliet, for nothing she could afford would have suited this occasion. She does not know the guests who had entered shortly before her, but at least one of them recognizes her and is currently approaching. She greets Absolom with a curtsy and a smile. "Good evening, sir," she says. "How do you do?"

Posted: **Wed Jun 21, 2017 9:08 am**

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"Ah James, a familiar face! I'm so glad to see you again. It's been too long. Please forgive me for not getting in touch sooner dear chap, but research and the book, you know how it is..." Cecil tails off. He is aware of the passing of Julia and is terribly embarrassed that he didn't contact his friend sooner. His research has been taking up all his time, but this no excuse and he must try to make amends.

"I was very sorry to hear about Julia, old friend. You must come and visit me in Wiltshire. We have a lot of catching up to do and it would be pleasure to have you as a guest." Cecil looks around awkwardly. " I'm afraid I haven't been to anything like this for a while. Feel like a fish out of water to be honest. Any idea who this Bidwell fellow is? I haven't the foggiest."

Posted: **Wed Jun 21, 2017 11:47 am**

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Among the party guests are government officials, businessmen, and celebrated artists and writers. Unusually, also among the guests are numerous members of London's spiritual and occult community.

You identify Henry Matthews, the Home Secretary; Major Henry Smith, Commissioner of the City of London Police; Annie Beasant of the Theosophical Society; Florence Farr and Dr. William Wynn Wescott of the Golden Dawn; Robert James Lees, official psychic to the court of Queen Victoria; the celebrated psychic Godfrey Williamson; wealthy shipping magnate Nigel Stander; the retired Col. Albert Hardwicke; authors Arthur Conan Doyle, Bram Stoker, and H.G. Wells; actor Henry Irving and his frequent leading lady, Ellen Terry; and artists Walter Sickert and Aubrey Beardsley.

Nowhere, it seems, is the evening's host.

Posted: **Wed Jun 21, 2017 12:20 pm**

"Thank you for your sympathies, Cecil. Don't worry about not getting in touch, I know what it's like... I'd be glad to take you up on your offer! A ramble across the Salisbury plain might be just what I need. Nothing like looking at some old ruins to put the problems of the present into perspective, eh? "

James grabs a glass of champagne from one of the waiters, and puts it to his lips, taking a rather unceremonious gulp as opposed to a polite sip.

"Anyway, talking about Bidwell, I know him since a long time, but I haven't seem him in many years. That was all before he became the rich and famous man he is now. It's quite peculiar that he is not around to greet his guests, though..."

Posted: **Wed Jun 21, 2017 1:53 pm**

Ann Veronica recognises HG Wells. He's a funny-looking fellow, but his ideas intrigue her. He seems a bit more open-minded towards the female sex too. Perhaps he’d like to hear the tale of an independent young woman named Ann Veronica…

Posted: **Thu Jun 22, 2017 1:49 am**

Diane notes the presence of Henry Irving and Ellen Terry with pleasure. They are far better actors then she, but her invitation makes more sense now that she has seen them as well as authors and artists. She feels unworthy to be compared to them, though she hopes she has the potential to one day be so well regarded. She is also keen to meet them, and she hopes she'll have the opportunity this evening.

Posted: **Thu Jun 22, 2017 11:34 am**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

“And a good evening to you Miss” A momentary catch in his breathing causes him to cover his mouth with a poker dot handkerchief that looks slightly at odds with the sombre cast of his attire. “Forgive me a longstanding disorder I’m afraid”, his apologetic smile attempts to disguise the obvious discomfort he feels, the handkerchief disappears within his jacket pocket, “I recognised your name from a recent conversation with the Bishop of Southwark. An inveterate theatre goer he marked you for great things”. Absolom chokes slightly but manages to control his breathing, something troubles him, “Cigar smoke” he offers as an explanation, along with a further smile, “Foul habit, should be banned in enclosed spaces”.

Absolom can tell from the way her eyes sweep around the guests that there are those invited which might be of more interest to this young, beautiful actress than an uninspiring member of the clergy...

Posted: **Fri Jun 23, 2017 3:33 am**

Diane returns her attention to Absolom. "Thank you," she says, "you are too kind, and so is the Bishop. You know, in Shakespeare's day, clergymen called the theatre a den of inquity, and women were forbidden by law from acting. All the roles were played by men - or boys. We have come a long way since then."

Posted: **Fri Jun 23, 2017 9:34 am**

Just then, as a clock strikes nine, a gaunt figure enters the ballroom. The man is pale and frail-looking, his black hair and goatee streaked with silver; he is dressed in black formal wear and walks with the aid of a cane.

All eyes turn toward the man and the musicians fall silent as one of the servants announces the arrival of the evening's host, John Bidwell.

Bidwell smiles and waves to his guests, the music starts up again, and the party continues.

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Posted: **Fri Jun 23, 2017 3:14 pm**

Ann Veronica

The arrival of Bidwell takes Ann Veronica's attention away from the earnest Wells, who is expounding his ideas on free love. Bidwell’s appearance gives her a start; he seems very frail and weak. She wonders what might be the matter with him. Still, she is curious to meet him if she can.

Posted: **Fri Jun 23, 2017 6:46 pm**

James inhales sharply when he sees Bidwell. "It looks like the years have not been kind to my old friend...", he whispers to Cecil, slightly shocked. "I wonder what's ailing him. He looks completely worn-out..."

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Posted: **Fri Jun 23, 2017 9:14 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Absolom smiles and is just about to continue the conversation with some pithy comment about acting and deviltry when the arrival of Mr John Bidwell is announced and all eyes turn to the arrival of the host. Silence briefly descends upon the gathering as his appearance is taken in. The interlude is but momentary and the festivities soon resume.
Absolom looks around in search of a silver tray bearing servant. Spotting one close by he attracts the man’s attention, “My dear fellow, could I perhaps beg a cup of tea for myself, and another glass of champagne for the young lady. If she cares for one?”

Posted: **Fri Jun 23, 2017 11:55 pm**

If Cecil were wearing a monocle, he feels it would have popped from his eye. "I say James, he certainly looks a rum colour. What ails him? Your guess is as good as mine."

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Posted: **Sat Jun 24, 2017 5:11 am**

"Thank you," says Diane, "I'd love some."

Posted: **Sat Jun 24, 2017 11:01 am**

James Powell:

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Bidwell, who has been slowly mingling with his guests, now approaches your group.

"My friends, I thank you indeed for coming tonight," he greets you cordially. "Reverend Somerhayes, I trust all is well with your parish? Professor Powell, my old friend, please accept my sincerest condolences for your loss. Miss Poole, I have been much impressed by your portraits. It is a pleasure to meet you. Mr. McKerry, welcome to Britain. I pray your endeavors meet with success. Mr. Copeland, I hope you find much to stimulate your interest here in our great city. Miss Siddons, I have heard many wonderful things about your recent performances upon the stage."

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Ann Veronica Poole and Diane Siddons:

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Posted: **Sat Jun 24, 2017 3:27 pm**

Ann Veronica is gratified by this personal touch. She is impressed too - this man definitely makes a point of knowing who people are. She gets the feeling that he’s not the type to do things by accident – every action has an underlying intention. But she can't tell what this intention might be. He seems a little aloof.

Posted: **Sun Jun 25, 2017 3:47 am**

Diane is usually very perceptive about people, but she finds Bidwell unreadable. He would make a formidable poker player.

Posted: **Sun Jun 25, 2017 10:30 am**

James shakes Bidwell's hand, which feels unpleasantly clammy. "Thank you for your sympathies, old friend. However, if you'll excuse my curiosity, I was wondering to what I owe this unexpected but much appreciated honour? It has been many years since we last spoke... Not that I don't appreciate the sentiment, mind you, it's just that I'm curious..."

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Posted: **Sun Jun 25, 2017 11:30 am**

Cecil doesn't know Bidwell personally but is still alarmed at his appearance. Clearly he is not well. " Thank you for having me Sir. Your hospitality is a welcome joy in this crowded city. I much prefer the countryside, but you have made my visit much more tolerable."

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Posted: **Sun Jun 25, 2017 3:12 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Absolom watches as the servant departs and their host Mr Bidwell approaches. Though unacquainted with the gentleman, it seems that Mr Bidwell has some knowledge of him. Absolom nods politely at the gentleman as he speaks to those around him including Miss Siddons.

Posted: **Sun Jun 25, 2017 5:14 pm**

"Thank you, Mr. Bidwell," says Diane, blushing a little, "for your compliments and for your invitation. I hope you come see me perform yourself sometime."

Posted: **Mon Jun 26, 2017 3:36 pm**

Bidwell inclines his head graciously toward Miss Siddons and Mr. Copeland.

"But curiosity is precisely what I seek, Professor Powell," he replies.

He gazes consideringly at each person in the group in turn. "I believe each of you to possess a, shall we say, receptive quality. I wonder, sirs and madams," he continues in a lower voice. "Do you have any interest in the occult? Spiritualism? For I have a second invitation to make. Myself and a dozen honored guests shall take part in a seance upstairs at midnight. I would be pleased if you gentlemen and ladies were to be among the participants."

Ann Veronica Poole and Diane Siddons:

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Gordon McKerry:

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Posted: **Mon Jun 26, 2017 6:02 pm**

Upon the mention of a seance, James has to suppress involuntary shudder. He had to admit, after Julia's death, he had been tempted more than once to contact a medium, but his scientific scepticism had always got the better of him. But now, it seemed Fate had thrown such an opportunity in his lap. Who was he to refuse?

"A seance?", he stammered, the colour draining from his face, "Actually, to be honest, .... eh, I wouldn't mind attending. Just to see what the fuss is all about, mind you..."

Posted: **Mon Jun 26, 2017 9:32 pm**

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Despite what Gordon has heard about Mister Bidwell's past, the nature of his current illness remains unknown to him. Nor does his countenance reveal anything of his mind. It would be best to accept his invitation, despite Gordon's skeptical attitude about spiritualism. A few noises, a few objects floating through the air; what's the worst that could happen?

"Thank you, Mister Bidwell. I would be delighted to join you and these other distinguished ladies and gentlemen. I trust this shared experience will result in new friendships."

Besides, the ladies are quite pretty. Perhaps Gordon will be lucky enough to be seated next to one of them. They hold hands during these things, don't they?

Posted: **Tue Jun 27, 2017 4:55 am**

Diane has a better impression of Bidwell now.

Posted: **Tue Jun 27, 2017 7:19 am**

Ann Veronica mentally rolls her eyes. She doesn’t have a lot of time for the recent Spiritualism ‘fad’.

“Séance? Hokum!” she thinks. “Still, an invitation is an invitation.”

Nevertheless, she fortifies herself with another glass of champagne.

Posted: **Tue Jun 27, 2017 9:58 am**

Cecil has been to several seances in the past and has not been convinced by the amatuerish scenes he has witnessed. However, it would be rude to say no, so why not?

Posted: **Tue Jun 27, 2017 10:27 am**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

A séance, thinks Absolom, interesting,fake of course after all the supernatural tends to attract con men who prey on the weak minded and lost. Being part of one would hardly meet with either the Bishop’s or the Churches approval, but it might be sensible for a man of the Church to attend, if only to keep a wary eye on the proceedings, and then of course all matters occult pique my interest...

Absolom smiles, and using the handkerchief that he has retrieved from his pocket, to stifle any errant cough, “I shall be pleased to accept your invitation”

Posted: **Tue Jun 27, 2017 1:03 pm**

Diane Siddons:

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Bidwell appears excited by his guests' acceptances. "Excellent! I would ask you all to keep the event to yourself, however. One cannot be too careful." With that your host excuses himself to continue mingling with the other guests.

A figure hovering on the periphery of the discussion steps forward then: a man whom you earlier recognized as the celebrated psychic, Godfrey Williamson. In his late fifties, he is small and pale, with thinning hair and stringy mutton-chop whiskers, and wears fine albeit outdated clothing. He greets you cheerfully.

"Mr. Bidwell has also invited me to attend the seance, though I understand he himself is to act as medium on this occasion. Is this your first seance? Is there anything you would like to ask me beforehand?"

Posted: **Tue Jun 27, 2017 1:52 pm**

Ann Veronica's curiosity has been aroused now.

"Who are we attempting to contact, Mr. Williamson?" she asks.

Posted: **Tue Jun 27, 2017 1:58 pm**

"Is it actually possible to contact a specific spirit, or is this something we don't have control over?" James involuntarily sweeps some sweat off his brow.

Posted: **Tue Jun 27, 2017 8:53 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Absolom eyes the psychic, or so called ‘psychic’. He has, like many, heard of the celebrated Mr Williamson and his exploits. Absolom knows that many of his spiritual colleagues in the Church dismiss the man as little more than some vaudeville act, a crude stage magician with an eye for the gullible. However considering himself a more open minded critic, Absolom, is willing to let his own eyes be the judge of that.
Turning away from the man, Absolom, looks about him, Now where is my cup of tea? He thinks.

Posted: **Wed Jun 28, 2017 9:05 am**

"Have you been to seance held by Mr Bidwell before? It must be strange for you to not be in charge, so to pick."

Cecil is wary of Williamson and considers him to be a charlatan, bordering on a cad. For the sake of conviviality & appearances however, he tries to hide his true feelings with a smile.

Posted: **Wed Jun 28, 2017 11:32 am**

"I am afraid our host appears unwilling to divulge his intentions," Godfrey Williamson replies to Miss Poole. "Though he seems quite determined indeed to contact ... someone. Indeed it may be possible to seek a particular spirit," he continues at Professor Powell's inquiry. "However, whether a message is received is largely a matter of luck as we cannot force a spirit to be there for us simply because we wish to speak to someone."

If the psychic notices Reverend Somerhayes' cynical expression then he makes no sign, continuing to smile earnestly as he speaks.

"No, Mr. Copeland, it seems Mr. Bidwell has only very recently developed a passionate interest in the field of Spiritualism. Far be it from me to question the whims of one of his station."

The party continues on through the evening. A servant duly arrives with the requested cup of tea for Reverend Somerhayes, and the champagne flows freely.

At eleven o'clock Bidwell finally thanks his guests for coming and excuses himself, saying he has grown tired. With the departure of the host, many of the guests begin to leave. By half-past eleven only a few revelers remain; those invited to the seance make their way upstairs.

Posted: **Wed Jun 28, 2017 11:35 am**

The seance is to be held in Bidwell's upstairs library. In the center of the room is a long, heavy table covered with a purple cloth; a large, ornate candelabrum rests in the center of the table. The windows have been drawn closed, and thirteen chairs have been arranged around the table.

You are among the last to arrive; the other guests already seated at the table whom you recognize from the party include the Theosophical Society's Annie Beasant; Florence Farr and Dr. William Wynn Wescott of the Golden Dawn; and the psychics Robert James Lees and Godfrey Williamson. Once you are seated only Bidwell's chair is left empty.

Posted: **Wed Jun 28, 2017 3:00 pm**

“Oh God” thinks Ann Veronica. “Now what?”

“I should have eaten something” she mutters to herself. “It might be a long night”.

Posted: **Wed Jun 28, 2017 6:57 pm**

James is fidgeting nervously in his seat. He scans the faces of the other people present at the seance, but they seem to be more at ease. A few even seem downright sceptical and amused by the whole affair.

Inside of him, different sensations vie for supremacy: scepticism as a scientist, hope as a bereaved father, and anxiety because of the tug of war between these two.

Posted: **Wed Jun 28, 2017 7:47 pm**

These English folks are even more eccentric than I thought Gordon muses to himself. Oh, well, this should be amusing.

Without getting in anyone's way, he attempts to be seated next to the celebrated Florence Farr. Besides her mystical leanings she is also a very modern women, with advanced ideas. The fact that she has been separated from her husband for a number of years is also very interesting . . .

Posted: **Wed Jun 28, 2017 8:42 pm**

Shortly before midnight Bidwell's butler Hanson enters the library and closes all the drapes. Hanson lights the candles, extinguishes the gaslamps, then exits the room, locking the doors behind him.

John Bidwell then enters the library from the adjoining den. He is dressed in a black hooded robe and carries a small crystalline cube in the palm of his hand. The clock begins to strike midnight.

Taking his seat at the head of the table, Bidwell places the crystalline cube on the surface before him then instructs everyone to join hands and close their eyes. As the twelfth chime strikes, the seance begins.

Bidwell begins to murmur what seems to be a litany of occult rhetoric, stating over and over again that he wishes to send his mind out, out to contact "the Others." As the minutes tick by he continues his litany scarcely pausing for breath, growing increasingly urgent. Once he says a word that sounds neither familiar nor like English.

Nothing seems to be happening.

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Posted: **Wed Jun 28, 2017 8:58 pm**

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Gordon hardly hears a thing Bidwell says. If this doesn't start to get more interesting, he's likely to doze off.

Posted: **Wed Jun 28, 2017 9:07 pm**

James is at the edge of his seat, struggling to make out the words of the ritual...

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Posted: **Thu Jun 29, 2017 12:46 am**

Diane doesn't know what to make of the seance, but she is curious to see what happens at it. She has never given the supernatural much thought, aside from the occasional ghost appearing in a play. Those are always actors in white sheets, of course, but she has an open mind and is willing to believe in the possibilities. As an actress, hearing every word spoken is vital to her, and she is easily able to make out the word.

Posted: **Thu Jun 29, 2017 6:08 am**

“What language is that?” thinks Ann Veronica, straining to hear the words.

Posted: **Thu Jun 29, 2017 10:59 am**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

From his seat Absolom struggles in the dim light to see what is going on. Bidwell utters a strange word too softly for Absolom to hear what is said, but from the expression on the face of the person sat nearest him suggests he is not alone. Theatrics, he thinks, pure theatrics next will come a bout of table knocking.

Posted: **Thu Jun 29, 2017 11:19 am**

Cecil is intrigued despite himself. He has a knowledge of the occult and has always hoped that one day...

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Posted: **Thu Jun 29, 2017 1:21 pm**

James Powell, Diane Siddons and Ann Veronica Poole:

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The seance continues. Despite Bidwell's increasingly strident exhortions to contact "the Others", nothing materializes.

It is a quarter to one o'clock when he finally slumps into his chair, breaking contact with those on either side of him. His voice is nearly gone and he is breathing heavily.

"The seance is a failure," he declares wearily. "I thank you for coming but ask that you please leave me now. I will gladly speak with anyone tomorrow, but tonight I must rest."

So saying, the host picks up the crystalline cube from the table, rises from his chair and heads back to the den adjoining the library, closing the door behind him.

The other guests, with expressions ranging from disappointment to bemusement, take their leave. The psychic Godfrey Williamson turns to you with a shrug before departing. "It seems the spirits were not talking tonight."

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Posted: **Thu Jun 29, 2017 3:06 pm**

Ann Veronica
“What a bizarre experience! I wonder what the point of all that was?”

Pragmatic as ever, she registers the event as yet another insight into the strange minds and ways of the upper classes – especially the men.

“I hope I can get a cab” she says, to no-one in particular. It’s a long way back to The Strand.

Posted: **Thu Jun 29, 2017 3:47 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

For a moment following Bidwell’s speedy departure, Absolom, with his brows furrowed in concentration, seems distracted. Dismissing Williamson’s unnecessary comment he rises from his seat and moves closer to the door through which Bidwell had just passed listening intently.

Posted: **Thu Jun 29, 2017 6:51 pm**

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Gordon perks up a bit when it's time to leave. This experience was rather a bore, and he's glad to leave. But then he hears something . . .

Posted: **Thu Jun 29, 2017 6:58 pm**

"Well, that was a big disappointment...," James thought. "I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up..."

He sighs and is just about to leave the room when he thinks he can hear something.

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He listens for a while, and then shrugs it off. "Must have been my imagination..."

Posted: **Fri Jun 30, 2017 4:53 am**

The door proves too thick even for Diane's keen hearing.

Posted: **Fri Jun 30, 2017 9:48 am**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes and Gordon McKerry:

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Posted: **Fri Jun 30, 2017 10:40 am**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

“Quick!!” shouts Absolom, “I think Mr Bidwell may have had an accident within”. Trying desperately to control his breathing and regulate his speech, he steps up and raps on the door, “Mr Bidwell are you alright? Is aught amiss?”

Posted: **Fri Jun 30, 2017 11:23 am**

The only answer which comes is a series of disturbing noises from inside the den, now audible to all within the library: first a savage, inhuman growl, followed by a sharply cut-off cry of alarm, then the sounds of a violent struggle.

Posted: **Fri Jun 30, 2017 11:36 am**

Cecil rushes to the door and attempts to open it. If it is locked, he'll attempt a shoulder barge. (All in the heat of the moment of course - this is very unlike him. Must be Dutch courage after all the champagne.)

Posted: **Fri Jun 30, 2017 12:41 pm**

The door is not locked.

Inside the candle-lit room you behold the sight of John Bidwell evidently attempting to strangle his butler Hanson. Another savage, inhuman growl issues from Bidwell's snarling lips as he tears murderously at the other man, who desperately tries to fend off the berserk attack.

In that moment Hanson's flailing hand finds a fireplace poker. He swings wildly at his master. The tip of the poker plunges into Bidwell's chest.

As the butler looks on in horror, Bidwell, impaled by the poker, slumps to the floor and lies still.

Posted: **Fri Jun 30, 2017 2:43 pm**

Ann Veronica's hands go to her mouth in horror, and she turns away, trying to block the sight from her mind. She’s never witnessed anything like the sheer brutality of the event.

Posted: **Fri Jun 30, 2017 6:59 pm**

James takes in the scene and gasps. He rushes to his old friend Bidwell to check his vital signs, somehow managing to push to the back of his mind the fact that moments ago their host tried to strangle someone...

"Hanson, what happened here? Why were the two of you fighting?"

Posted: **Fri Jun 30, 2017 7:07 pm**

"If I can be of any assistance, sir," Gordon says. He kneels by the side of the fallen man. "I know a little about medicine, although I'm no physician." Besides concern for Bidwell, he feels sympathy for the terrified butler. "I have heard that Mister Bidwell was subject to nervous disorders. I had no idea it might express itself violently."

Posted: **Sat Jul 01, 2017 3:14 am**

Diane follows Gordon and kneels beside him. "Neither am I a nurse," she says, "but I can assist you. He may yet live."

Posted: **Sat Jul 01, 2017 10:38 am**

"I ... I don't know what came over Mr. Bidwell," Hanson stammers, clearly shaken. "The master was looking at that cube when suddenly he collapsed to the floor and began writhing terribly. I went to help him but he sprang up and began attacking me. I didn't mean to harm him, it was an accident..."

Upon examination it is evident that Bidwell is grievously injured beyond medical aid. Stabbed in the heart, his breathing grows weaker by the second and he lies unresponsive. A trickle of blood seeps from the corner of his mouth.

Then suddenly his eyes widen, staring about him as if in horrified confusion. And, too, there is something odd, something different about his gaze...

James Powell, Gordon McKerry and Diane Siddons:

Spoiler:

Abruptly Hanson falls silent. The butler staggers jerkily forward and leans down to snatch up an object from the floor -- you glimpse the crystalline cube Bidwell was holding at the seance -- then dashes out of the library and away down the stairs.

Posted: **Sat Jul 01, 2017 3:34 pm**

Ann Veronica

“What on earth…” she exclaims. She wants to run after the butler, but her skirts prevent her. “Damn these foolish garments” she thinks to herself. She is feeling quite powerless in the face of all these bizarre events.

Posted: **Sat Jul 01, 2017 3:36 pm**

Looking into Bidwell's eyes, James wonders for a moment whether he didn't see something odd there.

Spoiler:

When he sees Hanson acting as if possessed and making off with the cube, he doesn't hesitate for a moment and darts out of the library. "Quickly, don't let him get away!"

Posted: **Sat Jul 01, 2017 5:37 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Events catch Absolom with the pace of their unfolding, no sooner had he come to terms with the violence, than the Butler stoops, grabs something from the floor and races from the room. All Absolom can do is watch him flee, already he can feel the tightness of his chest beginning to grow making breathing difficult. Casting quickly about him he finds a chair and sits down...

Posted: **Sat Jul 01, 2017 7:22 pm**

Spoiler:

Knowing that all hope for the man's life is gone, Gordon turns away from the unfortunate victim. The way that butler dashed away is disturbing. He stands and addresses the others.

"Summon the police. This may be a tragic case of madness and self-defense, but it must be investigated thoroughly."

Posted: **Sat Jul 01, 2017 10:25 pm**

Spoiler:

Posted: **Sat Jul 01, 2017 11:34 pm**

Ann Veronica notices the Reverend Somerheyes sit down, obviously distressed. She goes to him, concerned about his expression.

“Reverend, what’s the matter? Do you need help?”

Posted: **Sun Jul 02, 2017 4:55 am**

Diane immediately notices something. She gets up and races after the butter. "Come back!" she calls. "It was self-defense, we're all your witnesses! It will look bad if you flee!"

Posted: **Mon Jul 03, 2017 1:04 pm**

With a last feeble expulsion of breath, John Bidwell departs this mortal coil.

James Powell and Diane Siddons:

Spoiler:

The stairs lead directly down to the foyer and the door of Bidwell's house, which stands ajar. Giving chase to the fleeing butler, Professor Powell and Miss Siddons descend in time only to witness Hanson vanishing into the thick pea-souper fog which shrouds the streets of London, his limbs moving with an oddly stiff gait. Swallowed up in the fog it is impossible to determine which direction he may have taken thenceforth.

Evidently overcome by events, Reverend Somerhayes is tended to by Miss Poole and shortly feels able to stand.

Just then one of Bidwell's charwomen, no doubt drawn by the commotion, enters the library and, beholding her employer lying dead upon the floor, screams.

It is not long before several police constables arrive.

Posted: **Mon Jul 03, 2017 1:09 pm**

Presently you find yourself seated in the downstairs parlor of Bidwell's house, facing two Scotland Yard detectives. Inspector Martin Cleveland is in his late forties, gruff and belligerent, while Detective Sergeant John Craig is a more amiable chap in his late thirties. Inspector Cleveland does most of the talking.

"Now then, we understand from questioning the servants that you sirs and ladies were the only guests present when an unfortunate occurrence befell the late Mr. Bidwell. What was your relationship with the deceased and where were you at the time of his death?"

Everyone:

Spoiler:

Posted: **Mon Jul 03, 2017 7:41 pm**

Gordon sees no reason not to speak the simple truth.

"I had never met Mister Bidwell before receiving the invitation to this gathering. I had heard of the gentleman, of course; his reputation traveled as far as my own native land. We heard a disturbance from behind the door, saw Mister Bidwell struggling violently with his manservant, and witnessed his death. It seemed like a simple case of self-defense at first. I was aware that Mister Bidwell had been confined some time in the past for a nervous disorder, but I had no idea he would suffer such a terrible relapse and attack his servant. I cannot explain why the butler ran off, but clearly a manhunt is in order. I trust you don't imagine any of us were involved in this tragic situation other than as unfortunate witnesses, Inspector."

Spoiler:

It is never easy to read a policeman's thoughts, but Gordon believes that he is not under suspicion.

Posted: **Mon Jul 03, 2017 8:06 pm**

"I can confirm that, Inspector," James added. "This is as clear a case of self-defence if I ever saw one. Surely you're not suspecting one of us? If so, we should all be in on it, and most of us never met before tonight." He pauses a bit to collect his thoughs and adds: "I also agree it would be best to try and find the butler as soon as possible, as he's obviously very distressed about what happened and needs some attention."

Spoiler:

Posted: **Tue Jul 04, 2017 2:58 am**

Ann Veronica adds her thoughts.

“Yes Inspector. We are all here at the invitation of Mr. Bidwell, there’s certainly no conspiracy here. Poor Mr. Bidwell must have been suffering from a nervous disorder which caused the attack; the butler was defending himself. It was all a dreadful accident and most distressing for everyone involved.”

“Especially Bidwell” she thinks to herself.

Posted: **Tue Jul 04, 2017 4:04 am**

"Everything they've said is true," says Diane. "It was clearly self-defense. I'm not sure why the butler ran away. Maybe he just panicked. I've never met Mr. Bidwell before tonight, or any of the people in this room, though some of them have seen me perform in the theatre. I was invited because Mr. Bidwell had heard about my performances."

Posted: **Sun Jul 09, 2017 10:10 am**

If the gruff Inspector Cleveland had appeared ready to detain and escort you to the Newcourt Street police station, he seems somewhat mollified by the convincing accounts taken from the majority of those present.

"Self-defence or not, the butler Hanson Bartlet is missing and is suspect in the murder of John Bidwell. We have men searching the city for him and with any luck answers will be forthcoming. For now I would advise you all to remain in the area in case we need to speak to you again."

With that the officers depart.

By this time the hour is past two o'clock. Reverend Somerhayes has already nodded off in his chair.

The mansion's guest bedrooms are prepared for your use and thus what remains of the night is passed.

Posted: **Sun Jul 09, 2017 10:13 am**

The next morning

You awake in one of the guest bedrooms.

The house is cold and dark, and the scent of tobacco smoke still lingers in the air, a remnant of last night's party. The house also appears to be empty but for the six guests, thrown together by unfortunate happenstance. It would seem Bidwell's charwomen have not been allowed to return, pending further investigation. As a result the residence is still in disorder from the party. Food crumbs, spilled champagne, and cigarette ashes stain the ballroom floor; soiled serving trays and champagne glasses stand in piles in the scullery; cases of empty champagne bottles and trays of stale hors d'oeuvres clutter the kitchen. A constable has been left on guard at the front door.

The layout of the late John Bidwell's house, comprising two floors, may be noted in passing. On the ground floor is the foyer; the parlor; the dining room; the ballroom; the kitchen; the pantry; the butler's room; the scullery; the laundry, and storage for china and linen. On the upper floor is to be found the library; the den; the conservatory; the study; the master bedroom; several guest bedrooms; two water closets, and linen storage.

Posted: **Sun Jul 09, 2017 2:01 pm**

Ann Veronica gets out of bed, rubbing her eyes. The sudden realization that she is in Bidwell’s house brings last night’s events back into focus. She blinks to try and rid the image of the poker plunging into Bidwell’s chest, but it doesn’t disappear.

She dresses and refreshes herself as best she can in the bathroom. Her stomach growling, she heads for the kitchen to see if she can find something to eat. Finding no servants, she takes matters into her own hands and starts preparing food for herself and the others. She finds some kippers which still smell fresh, bacon, milk, bread and butter, and oats for porridge. She also begins brewing tea. The mess will have to wait for someone else to clean up.

“I’ll serve breakfast in the err… séance room” she tells any other guests who turn up.

Posted: **Sun Jul 09, 2017 8:46 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

My, my, thinks Absolom as he rises from his bed, Mr Bidwell certainly knows how to entertain, although I rather think things ended somewhat differently to the way he had intended.
He coughs, a dry cough that irritates a sore throat, an effect of last night’s events the memory of which is troubling. Then pulling on his somewhat rumpled attire which he had cast rather than folded, he leaves the strange bedroom circumstances had forced upon him and goes in search of others.

In what he presumes is the kitchens, stangely empty of servants, he notices one of his fellow guests from the previous evening engaged in brewing a pot of tea. The artist woman, he thinks, Ann Veronica.
“Ah, good morning Miss Veronica, I trust you passed a comfortable night, given the circumstances?” He gazes at the steaming tea pot, “I trust there is enough for two?”

Posted: **Mon Jul 10, 2017 12:08 am**

“Of course Reverend. Please help yourself” answers Ann Veronica. “I trust you’re feeling better than last night?”

Posted: **Mon Jul 10, 2017 10:53 am**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

“Indeed, thank you” Absolom smiles and raises a hand to his mouth behind which he makes a series of fake coughing noises, “An illness from childhood that lingers still, and surfaces at moments of strain. Yet I daresay Mr Bartlett might suffer worse should he be taken by the constabulary”.
Absolom casts around for a cup and saucer, “Still we must trust to the good Lord that innocence may be proved. Pray tell what did you make of last night’s events?”

Posted: **Mon Jul 10, 2017 2:51 pm**

Ann Veronica passes the Reverend some milk for his tea. Nibbling a piece of toast, she ponders his question.

“It took me a while to get to sleep, I must admit. Bidwell’s death was a horrible sight, I fear I shan’t forget it. But what a peculiar set of circumstances! I have to say I’m quite intrigued, and I have more questions than I have answers.”

She stops to sip some tea. “For instance, who was the séance trying to contact? What was that strange cube and why did the butler run away with it? I’m tempted to find my own answers, Reverend. I didn’t choose to be involved in this, but here I am.”

Posted: **Mon Jul 10, 2017 3:59 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

“Just so dear lady” answers Absolom as he carefully adds milk to his tea swiftly followed by a single spoonful of sugar. As he stirs the tea he ponders the strange turn of events of the previous night. “The séance, if we can call it that, was odd in the least. The bizarre language that Bidwell whispered made it seem more of a pantomime created to inspire awe in the easily fooled”. A gentle cough covers any embarrassment by his choice of words, and he sips the tea his smile obviously indicating the quality of the brew. “Yet was the killing a simple case of self-defence, as others have suggested, or was there something more, something that made Mr Bidwell attack his butler in the first place?” again a sip of tea, followed by a gentle dab of a napkin at the corners of his mouth. “I think we may never know the truth of it until Bartlett, the butler, is apprehended. As for the strange cube, I should very much like to examine that myself”

Posted: **Mon Jul 10, 2017 10:21 pm**

Gordon sleeps in late, no doubt a result of last night's terrible events. After wandering around in search of the necessary room, he eventually makes himself as presentable as possible and follows his nose to the informal breakfast being served.

"Might I have a bit of oatmeal?" he inquires. Not one of these heavy English breakfasts for him. "And a spot of tea?"

A little while later, feeling more himself, he says "I suppose we should help clean up the place. Anyone seen the morning paper, by the way?"

Posted: **Mon Jul 10, 2017 11:43 pm**

Ann Veronica

"I have a better idea than cleaning up" she says excitedly. "Let's find out what that cube thing is. I doubt that the police are giving it much thought. Maybe there's something in Bidwell's study which will tell us. Quick Reverend, hurry up and finish your tea."

Posted: **Tue Jul 11, 2017 5:27 am**

Diane sleeps late and awakens refreshed. She notes the absence of servants, but she is used to doing without them anyway, so she draws her own bath and dresses herself after bathing. She heads downstairs to the kitchen, following the smell of tea and food. "Good morning," she says as she enters.

Posted: **Tue Jul 11, 2017 11:13 am**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Absolom, amidst sipping his tea, smiles a greeting at the newcomers. He recognises both from last night’s gathering, though he had only actually met the young actress Miss Siddons. He responds to the Canadian gentleman by nodding in the direction of the tea pot, “Help yourself dear boy, Miss Veronica has prepared plenty”.

“I rather think it bad taste to go snooping in the deceased’s study, but I agree with Miss Veronica that we may find something there which will shed light on the behaviour of Mr Bidwell and his reasons for attacking his butler”. Finishing his speech he puts aside the cup and saucer, making his way to the rapidly diminishing pile of buttered toast.

Posted: **Tue Jul 11, 2017 1:18 pm**

The morning papers are not in evidence; it seems likely that the constable on guard at the front door of the house prevented their delivery.

Searching the Study:

Spoiler:

Posted: **Tue Jul 11, 2017 3:04 pm**

Ann Veronica

Too impatient for the other guests to finish, Ann Veronica makes her way to Bidwell's study. Once there though, her earlier determination and bravado begin to fade as she looks around and realizes that she hasn’t a clue about what she should be looking for.

Posted: **Tue Jul 11, 2017 4:37 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Quickly cramming the slice of toast into his mouth with as much delicacy as is possible, Absolom follows Ann to the study. For a moment he stands looking about him at all the filled bookshelves and other furnishings. Where to begin, he thinks, watching as Ann begins sorting through various items, I really have no idea what I am looking for.

Posted: **Tue Jul 11, 2017 10:57 pm**

Spoiler:

Working with various sorts of laboratory equipment has given Gordon a sharp pair of eyes for small details.

"Say, this looks interesting," he says to the others as they investigate the study.

Posted: **Wed Jul 12, 2017 3:25 am**

Diane postpones her breakfast to look through the study, but she finds nothing of note.

Posted: **Wed Jul 12, 2017 11:37 am**

Mr. McKerry notes an interesting photograph on the wall in Bidwell's study. It shows Bidwell standing beside a boy. The youth is small, thin, and pale, while Bidwell is tanned and healthy-looking. Both wear shorts and short-sleeved shirts, and all around them is desert. In one hand Bidwell holds a clear cube about four inches square; he has the other arm around the boy's shoulder. Both figures smile toothy grins. In a corner of the photograph is scrawled "with Mortimer -- Cuncudgerie, 30 October, 1887."

The photograph is not clear enough to make out details of the cube, but it appears to be the same one used at the seance.

Looking at the photograph:

Spoiler:

Posted: **Wed Jul 12, 2017 2:14 pm**

Ann Veronica looks at the photograph with interest. “Was Mortimer the subject of the séance, I wonder?” she says. “That could certainly be our cube.”

She peers at the name in the corner. “Cuncudgerie? Sounds Indian.”

Posted: **Wed Jul 12, 2017 8:48 pm**

Spoiler:

Gordon is able to provide the group with additional information about the photograph.

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 12:11 am**

Stumbling blearily down in search of the kitchen, Cecil notices his fellow guests in the study. "Good morning everyone. Any more news on last night's debacle?"

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 1:39 am**

"Nobody's told us anything," says Diane, peering at the photograph, "so we're having a look round." Something about the picture seems familiar to her.

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 9:34 am**

After a moment, Miss Poole, Mr. McKerry and Miss Siddons realize that the photograph must have been taken in Australia. You recall hearing mention that Bidwell's most recent journey abroad had been to that mysterious continent a few years ago -- to sponsor a gold-mining operation, was it not?

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 11:00 am**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

“Hmmn” whispers Absolom half to himself as he gazes over McKerry’s shoulder at the photograph, “That could be the cube from last night or one most similar. If we had a magnifying glass it might be possible to get a closer view of the photograph” He turns and begins hunting on the study desk for such an object.

Spoiler:

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 11:21 am**

Reverend Somerhayes retrieves a magnifying glass from Bidwell's desk; as far as you can tell upon closer inspection of the photograph the clear cube, about four inches square, appears to be the same one used at the seance. There is a dark speck which may be something inside the center of the crystalline cube but any further detail is impossible to make out.

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 3:55 pm**

Ann Veronica

“There’s probably something around here that can tell us more about that thing – a notebook or diary maybe”.

She starts to search through Bidwell’s desk, but can’t see anything that would be helpful.

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 6:49 pm**

Gordon raises an eyebrow at the activity going on around him. "I'm not sure if the police would care to have important evidence disturbed."

Despite his words he can't help being curious about this strange mystery. It's rather like one of Mister Doyle's thrillers, if only it weren't so real.

Posted: **Thu Jul 13, 2017 7:08 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Absolom smiles at the Canadian as one might smile at a child, “My Dear Mr McKerry, you are sadly misinformed about the professionalism of our British Police force. In my experience they usually take the simplest route to a conclusion. By now they will have looked at the facts and found that Mr Bidwell was murdered by the butler, Bartlet. It may or may not have been a case of self-defence, but that will only be decided once Bartlett is in their custody. What ‘foolishness’ Mr Bidwell may have indulged in prior to his death will be of little concern. Trust me, unless the miscreant returns to this house, the Police will have little interest in the contents of the deceased’s study. Let alone an old photograph or some unimportant artefact”

He turns to the bookshelves, “No sir, if the missing cube has any bearing on this death, then it will be others who may find the link”. As he finishes speaking his frame is suddenly wracked by a fearful bout of coughing...

Posted: **Fri Jul 14, 2017 3:09 am**

"I wouldn't be so sure the cube is unimportant," says Diane. "The butler certainly didn't think so, or he wouldn't have paused to take it before he fled."

Posted: **Fri Jul 14, 2017 11:03 am**

Priest wrote:He turns to the bookshelves,

Between the study and the library Bidwell owned hundreds of volumes of works on history, science, and the occult.

Everyone:

Spoiler:

Posted: **Fri Jul 14, 2017 7:32 pm**

Gordon can't help thinking of all this playing detective as a game, despite the very real tragedy involved. His interest is caught by the scientific works in the deceased man's collection.

Spoiler:

Unfortunately, he doesn't come across anything of particular note.

Posted: **Fri Jul 14, 2017 10:57 pm**

Cecil, who loves to search through old books, lets his eyes wander over the many & varied titles.

Spoiler:

However, he fails to spot anything he hasn't seen before.

Posted: **Sat Jul 15, 2017 3:49 am**

Diane also browses through the books on the shelves.

Posted: **Sat Jul 15, 2017 9:38 am**

Spoiler:

James joins the others in their investigations and his scholarly eye spots something interesting among the books.

Posted: **Sat Jul 15, 2017 10:04 am**

Ann Veronica joins in the perusal of the shelves, but the titles don’t look very forthcoming to her.

Posted: **Sat Jul 15, 2017 10:16 am**

Professor Powell discovers a fine leather-bound book which upon perusal seems to be a daily log of Bidwell's life. Evidently this is the most recent ledger of Bidwell's journals, and at a glance recounts his trip to Australia. According to his notes, he went to Australia to sponsor a gold-mining operation which he expected to be quite lucrative. After many months the venture proved to be a dismal failure. Growing short of funds and patience, Bidwell returned to London.

Reading the journal:

Spoiler:

Meanwhile Miss Siddons' eye is caught by what appears to be a small jewelry box hidden at the back of a shelf. Inside is a single fine and expensive gold ring with a flat face bearing a symbol: a compass and square.

Looking at the ring:

Spoiler:

Posted: **Sat Jul 15, 2017 11:36 am**

Spoiler:

Posted: **Sat Jul 15, 2017 12:00 pm**

Spoiler:

Posted: **Sat Jul 15, 2017 12:16 pm**

Ann Veronica
The symbol on the ring looks familiar to her, but Ann Veronica can't place it.

She tries scanning the journal instead, and has more luck.

Posted: **Sat Jul 15, 2017 4:00 pm**

Diane stares at the ring in puzzlement before she is suddenly struck by realization. "Of course," she says. "The compass and square is a symbol of Freemasonry. Mr. Bidwell must have been a Mason."

Posted: **Sun Jul 16, 2017 10:17 am**

From John Bidwell's journal

20 October, 1887. Our expedition has moved inland from Port Hedland to the small village of Cuncudgerie. A young local named Mortimer Wycroft is to act as our guide into the Great Sandy Desert. His father, the proprietor of a local outfitters', says the boy knows the area as good as any Aboriginal. After so many months here my enthusiasm is waning, but young master Wycroft is convinced that there are great things to be found in this infernal stretch of sand and desolation...

30 October, 1887. Still no hint of gold in this God-forsaken place, but Mortimer's enthusiasm sustains my faith and so we press on. Day upon day we trek into the sand and with each day I feel closer to finding that most prized of metals.

We did make one curious discovery today -- a queer artifact made of crystal. The thing is exquisite -- a cube of perfectly clear crystal with a metal disk embedded within its centre. Unusual markings run all along the disk, but they are of no language that I or any of my party recognizes. It appears to be quite ancient.

An old Aboriginal had the odd cube and related to us the tale of how his great-great-grandfather was discovered delirious and clutching the curious cube after he had been lost for several days in the desert. The Aboriginal, apparently mad from exposure, raved about a great city beneath the sand -- a city of giants. There, supposedly, the savage had discovered the crystal. According to the story, the madman had been told by mighty spirits to guard the artifact with his life, and to pass it down generation to generation, ensuring that it not fall into the wrong hands. The crazed native died shortly thereafter, leaving the thing to his son. And so the cube, supposedly, has passed from father to son for generations.

The old savage refused to let me examine the thing, saying that no one must look into the crystal -- that to do so would bring great evil. He insisted that evil spirits had created the item to steal the souls of anyone who gazed into it.

The Aboriginal's refusal so infuriated me that I had no recourse but to shoot him dead and take the thing. Of course, his fellows put up some trouble, but nothing my companions and I couldn't handle. Most of the natives were dead when it was finally over -- damned fools. I carefully wrapped up the cube and packed it safely away for future study...

24 November, 1887. Mortimer suggested again today that we abandon our search for gold and turn our energies to discovering this legendary city beneath the sands. He truly believes this place exists and that there is much to be found there. The boy spends too much time in idle fancy.

1 December, 1887. Young master Wycroft tried to persuade me to return the crystal artifact to the Aboriginals today. This is his third such attempt since we discovered the queer piece. I think his nerves have gotten the best of him. This harsh environment has caused us all restless sleep and nightmares, but I told him that if he didn't have the stomach for the job I'd have to sack him. Still he counsels me to abandon our current objectives and look for this lost city of giants.

26 December, 1887. Caught Mortimer trying to steal the bloody cube today. That was the final straw. The boy has become more of a burden than a help -- we have yet to spot any sign of gold, and he yet insists on trying to fill my head with all his fanciful talk of lost cities. The lad is lucky that I am a gentleman and let him go with a mild beating. I reminded him of the old savage from whom I obtained the artifact, lest he trouble me again. I think perhaps it is time to return to Port Hedland and sail up the coast to a new location. Tomorrow we begin the trek back to the coast.

12 November, 1888. Today I discovered that queer crystal cube packed away in a trunk. I had completely forgotten about the damned thing since I returned from Australia. I recall now all of the troubles this artifact caused me with that Wycroft boy and the Aboriginals -- damned strange business.

[Dated a few weeks ago, this is the first entry made since 12 November, 1888.] Finally I am free of accursed Albrooke. I am appalled at how long I languished there -- a prisoner in that foul place. My only thought now is to return to Yekub. Oh, the sights! The life! There I was a god! I do not fully understand how it happened, but I know the crystal cube is the key.

[A few days later.] Curse it! So far I have had no luck in returning to my beloved Yekub. Damn -- is the bloody thing broken? Or was I truly mad? No. I must return there. Perhaps someone among the occult quasi-intellectuals can help me -- someone among them who truly has powers?

[Yesterday, the day of the party and seance.] For weeks I have sought the aid of mediums, psychics, and occult societies in my quest -- all to no avail. Tonight I will conduct my own ritual to try to activate the artifact. I shall gather the twelve most knowledgeable people in the field of the occult, and with them conduct a seance. I pray that their combined interest, knowledge, and power is enough to open the way for my return to glorious Yekub. Tonight I host a magnificent gala -- a gathering of some of the most creative minds in all of London. I shall pick twelve guests to participate in my experiment -- twelve to help me find my way home.

[This is the final entry in the journal.]

Everyone 1:

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Everyone 2:

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Posted: **Sun Jul 16, 2017 2:29 pm**

Ann Veronica
Amazed and somewhat sickened by these insights into Bidwell's character, and full of wonder at what this mysterious city might be, Ann Veronica is on the verge of completing a thought when she thinks she hears something.

Posted: **Sun Jul 16, 2017 4:43 pm**

Spoiler:

Gordon is horrified by the cold-blooded murder described in the diary. He is so disturbed, partly due to the knowledge that his own nation was founded on the slaughter of its original inhabitants, that he doesn't think about the strange things revealed in the rest of the journal, dismissing them as the ravings of a homicidal maniac. One of the women nearby seems to have heard something, but Gordon is oblivious to it.

"We need to show this to the police right away," he says. "This may not be as simple a case of self-defense as it seems. The butler may have been seeking revenge for crimes of the past."

Posted: **Sun Jul 16, 2017 7:22 pm**

Diane is appalled to read about Mr. Bidwell's heartless massacre of the aborigines. She had had no idea of the man's character when she had met him, as it had not shown through at that time until he had attacked his butler. There is something else about the contents of the journal that occurs to her, and she also hears something.

Posted: **Mon Jul 17, 2017 12:26 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

An enigmatic smile creases Absolom’s face, it would appear that the mumbo-jumbo recorded in the journal has had some mesmeric effect on his companions. Strange lost cities, giants, pshaw!! Simply the fantasies of unenlightened heathen primitives. Whatever the artefact had been he was sure that it represented nothing of reality to the rational mind. He glanced around at the others, an actress, an artist, a farmer, an academic, an antiquarian, and himself an aged member of the clergy, hardly the crème de la crème of the occult world as Bidwell had written in the journal. If he had thought we might help him return to this ‘Yekub’, whatever that was, he had been sadly mistaken. Yet his messing with the unknown had cost him his life, or had it been a simple murder based in greed for whatever wealth the artefact might bring to its possessor?

Posted: **Tue Jul 18, 2017 11:27 am**

Ann Veronica Poole and Diane Siddons:

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Posted: **Tue Jul 18, 2017 2:33 pm**

Ann Veronica looks closely at the dates in the diary. “He returned from Australia not too long before the Whitechapel murders started. Probably just a coincidence though.”

A sudden noise distracts her. “Someone’s coming up the stairs!” she says urgently.

Posted: **Wed Jul 19, 2017 3:23 am**

Diane nods, having made the same connection and heard the noise as well. "Put everything back," she whispers. "Let's leave the study before whoever it is arrives." She moves as stealthily as she can to the door, keeping an eye and an ear out for the visitor.

Posted: **Wed Jul 19, 2017 10:48 am**

In the Study:

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Posted: **Wed Jul 19, 2017 11:18 am**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Absolom makes haste to replace the magnifying glass, and hisses conspiratorially to Ann, “Quickly Miss Poole as Miss Siddons advises put the journal back where it came from, and let us be gone”

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Posted: **Wed Jul 19, 2017 2:40 pm**

Ann Veronica
Ann Veronica attempts to return the journal to the shelf but instead fumbles it to the floor. Her face turns red in embarrassment.

Posted: **Wed Jul 19, 2017 6:09 pm**

Cecil makes his way back out of the study door doing his bumbling Englishman's best to delay whoever may be approaching..

Posted: **Thu Jul 20, 2017 3:06 am**

Diane had managed to quickly return the ring to where she had found it, and now she positions herself strategically to block the view of anyone coming.

Posted: **Thu Jul 20, 2017 12:00 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Absolom rushes to assist Ann as she drops the journal, but does little to help the situation.

Posted: **Thu Jul 20, 2017 1:07 pm**

The newcomer who halts in the doorway of the study is a tall, powerfully-built, and grim-looking man, with a bushy black moustache and cold eyes. He is dressed non-descriptly and carries a walking stick which he brandishes like a weapon.

He is evidently surprised to find you here, regarding each of you with a gaze of intense suspicion.

"Who are you and what are you doing in this house?"

Everyone:

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Posted: **Thu Jul 20, 2017 2:37 pm**

Ann Veronica

“He’s a nasty-looking piece of work” thinks Ann Veronica. Nevertheless, she detests being intimidated by men. She wants to see how he reacts to a challenge.

“We’re invited guests of Mr. Bidwell. Who might you be, sir?”

Posted: **Thu Jul 20, 2017 2:53 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Absolom manages to hold his surprise at the strange mans appearance and mentally drawing himself to his full height smiles, “I am the Reverend Absolom P Somerhayes of Battersea also one of Mr Bidwell’s invited guests”. He manages to suppress a cough that niggles at the back of his throat, “As this good lady has asked whom might you be sir?”

Posted: **Thu Jul 20, 2017 3:35 pm**

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Posted: **Thu Jul 20, 2017 11:50 pm**

"And I'm Diane Siddons," says Diane. She tries to size up the newcomer, but all she can tell is that he's trouble.

Posted: **Fri Jul 21, 2017 11:40 am**

"I am Detective Sergeant James Mulverhill of Scotland Yard CID," the man replies. He displays his badge -- as he does so you note a revolver bulging in his coat-pocket.

Spying the journal lying on the floor where Miss Poole dropped it, Mulverhill stoops to pick the book up, glances at it then puts it inside his pocket. "I am confiscating this as evidence."

"I ought to take you all in to the Newcourt Street station for questioning," Mulverhill continues. "However, I shall let you off with a caution to stay out of police business."

So saying, he turns and heads rapidly back downstairs. A few moments later the front door of the house bangs shut.

Ann Veronica Poole:

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Posted: **Fri Jul 21, 2017 12:22 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Pulling his pocket-watch from his vest pocket and opening its cover, Absolom glances at the time before closing it with an audible snap, “Well a most unpleasant fellow” he mutters as the inspector leaves the room. Then as he returns the watch to its pocket he glances around at the others, “I imagine that ends this particular adventure, though I must confess to being still intrigued”

Posted: **Fri Jul 21, 2017 2:22 pm**

Ann Veronica

“Policeman my foot” says Ann Veronica crossly. “I want to see where that man’s going”.

She takes off in pursuit after the stranger, intending to follow him.

Posted: **Sat Jul 22, 2017 5:26 am**

Diane hurries after her, also curious to see where he takes the journal.

Posted: **Sat Jul 22, 2017 1:42 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Absolom watches as the two women leave the room, following the ‘inspector’. He hesitates a moment then shrugging resignedly he goes after them.

Posted: **Sun Jul 23, 2017 10:13 am**

Cecil shakes his head, muttering "Hell's bells!" He follows them out of the study, despite not having had any breakfast yet.

Posted: **Sun Jul 23, 2017 1:28 pm**

James and Gordon follow the rest of the group.

Outside in the street, the receding clatter of hooves marks Mulverhill, upon horseback, disappearing at speed away from Blenheim Terrace.

The sound of a commotion closer to draws attention. The constable on guard at the front of Bidwell's house is evidently attempting to placate an irate visitor. This man, small and pale with stringy mutton-chop whiskers, dressed in fine albeit outdated clothing, you recognize after a moment as Godfrey Williamson, the celebrated psychic who was also present at the party and seance last night.

Upon sight of you he approaches quickly. He appears nervous and animated.

"Ah, my friends! You have no doubt heard of the terrible fate which has befallen poor Mr. Bidwell. Yet I sense there are greater and still more terrible forces at play here."

He pauses to inhale a pinch of snuff with shaking fingers.

"Ever since last night I have been having visions. I have tried to speak to the police but that beastly Inspector Cleveland refuses to listen."

Posted: **Sun Jul 23, 2017 2:59 pm**

“Blast!” exclaims Ann Veronica, as she sees Mulverhill escape. She feels at fault for the loss of the notebook, and Mulverhill’s theft of it fills her with anger.

Faced now with the strange figure of Williamson, she almost snaps at him, but after hearing what he says she is curious. Although he’s odd, this is a peculiar situation after all.

“Why don’t you come in?” she tells him. “There’s still some tea left.”

Posted: **Sun Jul 23, 2017 4:24 pm**

The constable clears his throat. "Inspector Cleveland says no one is to be admitted to the premises."

Posted: **Sun Jul 23, 2017 6:10 pm**

"Perhaps we can go somewhere else, then, Mr. Williamson," suggests Diane. "I am willing to listen, and we've discovered a few things as well that we could share with you. As for 'poor Mr. Bidwell,' he is not so innocent as you might think."

Posted: **Mon Jul 24, 2017 1:09 am**

“Yes” agrees Ann Veronica. “Perhaps it’s time we should leave this place anyway. I’m sure that there must be somewhere nearby that we can talk.”

Posted: **Mon Jul 24, 2017 11:15 am**

Godfrey Williamson is about to speak when the sound of hooves hails the arrival of a four-wheel carriage, at the front of which sit Inspector Cleveland and Detective Sergeant Craig.

The psychic grimaces. "It is best I leave. There is little I can tell you in any case, for the visions are unclear. They give me headaches and nausea. The strongest has something to do with Duncan, or Duggan, something like that."

He climbs aboard his waiting hansom cab and, as he departs, offers one last warning: "There is something else, ladies and gentlemen. I sense a great many faceless men involved in this affair somehow. I can't see them clearly, but I feel they can see me all too clearly. Perhaps you, too."

Presently Inspector Cleveland and Detective Sergeant Craig approach, nodding to you in acknowledgment. "Constable Baker," Cleveland says, addressing the guard. "You will come with us. We have a lead on the missing butler. Anything to report here?"

"No, sir," the constable replies. "Detective Sergeant Mulverhill just left."

Inspector Cleveland seems puzzled at this. "Mulverhill? I wasn't aware he was part of this investigation." He looks sharply at you. "What do you know of this?"

Posted: **Mon Jul 24, 2017 2:51 pm**

Ann Veronica

“Idiot” she thinks. In a tightly controlled voice, she tells the Inspector, “I hardly think that we’re privy to the details of your investigation, Inspector. Perhaps that’s something you need to check with Sergeant Mulverhill. He came, asked us what we were doing here, and left.”

She leaves out the detail of the notebook; obviously Mulverhill has another agenda.

Posted: **Mon Jul 24, 2017 9:17 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Absolom clears his throat with a delicate cough and turns his most holy, or rather what he hopes is a most holy, gaze to the inspector, “Sir may I presume to ask the nature of this lead, for as a clergyman I fear for the immortal soul of the presumed miscreant, and would hope that until his guilt can be established he will be treated as innocent. If you have knowledge of his whereabouts I beseech you in the name of our Lord to allow me a moment to talk to him so that he might be prevailed upon to surrender to your righteous investigation”

Posted: **Tue Jul 25, 2017 3:59 am**

"Well, that's who he said he was, anyway," says Diane. "Detective Sergeant Mulverhill. Big bear of a man, bushy black mustache, carries a walking stick. We were in the study when he came in, apparently not expecting to find us there. Nobody'd told him we were staying the night as guests. He didn't question us or anything, just let us off with a caution, removed a book from the scene as evidence and left. He barely even looked at it, though, so how would he know...unless perhaps he'd seen it before?"

Posted: **Tue Jul 25, 2017 11:01 am**

"That is indeed Mulverhill," Detective Sergeant Craig replies to Miss Siddons. "Always thought there was something a little odd about him, myself."

As if sensing Miss Poole's contempt, Inspector Cleveland draws himself up, then smirks at Reverend Somerhayes' entreaty. "So you all still cling to this notion that the butler was acting in self-defense when he murdered Mr. Bidwell, then? Or perhaps you subscribe to that foolish psychic's occult rambling? Allow me to enlighten you. Last night, police constables in the Limehouse borough picked up a young Chinaman named Li Zhao for suspicious actions. He was found running frantically through the warehouse district, babbling in Chinese. When we questioned him this morning with an interpreter he told us quite an interesting tale.

He says he was one of three youths who followed a lone Occidental man through Chinatown and into the warehouse district, where they had planned to rob him. When they confronted the man near Emmett Street, however, he lashed out at them and savagely snapped the necks of Li Zhao's two friends. Li Zhao managed to escape the crazy man only to be arrested when we found him.

At first we didn't believe his story. Perhaps he was on opium at the time and thus not in command of his senses. But then he gave us the description of his Occidental attacker. The description perfectly matches that of the missing butler Hanson Bartlet, already a suspect in one murder, now apparently with two more on his hands."

He smiles triumphantly at you. "Indeed, since you all seem to be so interested in the case, I invite you to accompany myself, Detective Sergeant Craig and Constable Baker to Limehouse to see justice in action. As witnesses to the first attack you will be able to help identify Mr. Bartlet once we've nibbed him."

Posted: **Tue Jul 25, 2017 12:06 pm**

"We would gladly take you up on the offer to accompany you, Detective. But I do assume you can guarantee our safety? As I understand correctly, you have not yet been able to apprehend he man?"

Posted: **Tue Jul 25, 2017 2:46 pm**

Ann Veronica

"In other words, you want us to be present when you arrest him? You know where he is?"

Posted: **Tue Jul 25, 2017 3:25 pm**

"We have not as yet located the fugitive," Cleveland admits. "But as we are certain he is hiding somewhere in the warehouse district it is only a matter of time. We have a large number of men patrolling the area already so there will be no danger to your good selves."

'Nibbed' is of course the local slang meaning 'arrested'.

Posted: **Tue Jul 25, 2017 3:36 pm**

Ann Veronica smiles demurely.

“Well, with so many dashing gentlemen for protection, what could go wrong? I would like to come too, Inspector.”

She consciously tries not to roll her eyes.

Posted: **Tue Jul 25, 2017 3:46 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Absolom nods, “My thanks inspector. Too often today people like to think of our police as being nothing more than bully-boys in uniform, it is most gratifying to see that it is not so” He tugs at the bottom of his jacket in a feeble attempt to smarten his appearance, then turning towards the two ladies he smiles “Shall we?” However his attempt to play the ‘gallant’ fails as he begins a series of dry coughs which soon drive him to produce a much worn handkerchief.

Posted: **Tue Jul 25, 2017 3:50 pm**

Ann Veronica pats him gently on the shoulder.

"Reverend, are you sure? Perhaps you might want to retire home now. I worry that these events are too exerting for you".

Posted: **Wed Jul 26, 2017 1:17 am**

Although not one eager to engage in roughhousing with a violent maniac, Gordon has a great deal of respect for the police, having being acquainted with more than one of the brave men of the North-West Mounted Police while visiting the wilder part of his native land.

"I, for one, would be honored to assist in identifying the culprit," he says.

Posted: **Wed Jul 26, 2017 2:56 am**

"I too would be pleased to assist," says Diane. "I'm sure we'll be safe surrounded by so many policemen."

Posted: **Wed Jul 26, 2017 7:00 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

The coughing fit, stifled by the poker dot handkerchief, ends in a tight smile which does little to mask the obvious signs of pain in the clergyman’s eyes. “Just the remnant of a childhood illness my dear. I have learned to endure it over the years, it is now more of a nuisance than sufferance. Still the Lord had to endure much worse and did so with a smile I believe”

Posted: **Thu Jul 27, 2017 2:58 am**

Ann Veronica

“If you say so Reverend” she says, doubtfully.

“Why don’t we set off for Limehouse then, Inspector?”

Posted: **Thu Jul 27, 2017 9:55 am**

A short time later you find yourself seated aboard a somewhat crowded carriage, heading at a brisk pace through the streets of East London.

The borough of Limehouse is known to most by reputation at least. Encompassing Chinatown and dock and warehouse areas, as well as opium dens and other seamy establishments, life is cheap in this seedy, lower-class area.

As Inspector Cleveland promised there are a number of police constables in evidence when you arrive but otherwise the scene is that of a typical day's bustle. A large proportion of the inhabitants are of Oriental extraction; you pass Chinese restaurants, laundries, shipping companies and other, less-recognizable establishments.

The carriage draws to a halt in Emmett Street, the approximate location of last night's alleged attack, which lies in the heart of the warehouse district, not far from the dockyards. Warehouses in various states of dilapidation surround you on all sides.

"I shall leave young Constable Baker with you as guard," Inspector Cleveland says. "Feel free to look around but don't stray too far. We'll inform you once the fugitive has been apprehended." He and Detective Sergeant Craig head off together.

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Posted: **Thu Jul 27, 2017 3:47 pm**

Being from the Medway, Ann Veronica is no stranger to dockside areas, but this is her first time to visit the notorious Limehouse. She looks around with intense interest at the teeming streets. The reputation of this area should not be taken lightly, especially after dark.

“I wonder why Mr. Bartlet came here?” she says. “Perhaps he has some connection with the area? Maybe he has family here? Or is he looking for passage?”

A hundred questions race through her mind.

Posted: **Thu Jul 27, 2017 7:02 pm**

James looks around, accosted on all sides by unfamiliar sounds and smells. His natural habitat are the more well-to-do areas of London, so he feels a bit out of his depth. Still, his curiosity with respect to last night's events, not to mention the strange revelations on the past of his old friend, drive him on. There must be some clue hidden in these streets...

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Posted: **Thu Jul 27, 2017 8:13 pm**

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Gordon is fascinated by this glimpse into a part of London not often seen in the Canadian press. As he studies the passing crowd, speaking now and then to an interesting person, he has what seems to be a fortunate encounter.

Posted: **Fri Jul 28, 2017 2:34 am**

Diane looks around in wonder. She has never been in a place like this, and it is very different from the West End. Already she is coming up with ideas for plays that will never be written - unless she writes them. She knows she doesn't have the skills to be a playwright, but perhaps one day she will.

Posted: **Fri Jul 28, 2017 12:15 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

The area has little that Ambrose hasn’t seen in other areas of deprivation throughout the city, although the oriental flavour of this area does have a colour and vibrancy of its own. The modern age with its ever advancing industry certainly creates a marked divide between the rich and the poor of society. Ambrose gazes around, he knows only too well the unsavoury reputation of Limehouse. For a few moments he scratches his chin in thought, now why would the miscreant flee to this place, was it something to do with the occult nature of the artefact he had carried away with him?

Posted: **Fri Jul 28, 2017 6:56 pm**

Cecil Copeland

More used to wandering around megaliths in Wiltshire, Cecil feels rather out of his depth. However, he is quite enjoying this escapade from his usual routine.

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Posted: **Sat Jul 29, 2017 11:35 am**

Led by the keen curiosity of Mr. McKerry and Miss Siddons, the group explore the area with a watchful Constable Baker following at a short distance.

In a dingy part of the warehouse district a short way from Emmett Street, Professor Powell spots a sign which, while in itself unremarkable, seems to hold some significance. The sign, evidently a company name hanging above the entrance to one of the smaller warehouses, reads "Dunnigan's".

Miss Poole, Reverend Somerhayes and Mr. Copeland have the same thought at that moment: that the name recalls the words of the psychic Godfrey Williamson:

"...something to do with Duncan, or Duggan, something like that."

Dunnigan's Warehouse itself appears to be derelict and abandoned. The main entrance is boarded up but there is a narrow wooden door at one side, standing slightly ajar.

Posted: **Sat Jul 29, 2017 2:34 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

“Ahaa!” exclaims Ambrose upon seeing the sign, “I wonder...”.
From the looks on the faces of his companions it seems he is not alone in seeing a connection. “Shall we investigate?” he whispers keeping his voice low, hopefully avoiding the ears of their chaperone.

Posted: **Sat Jul 29, 2017 3:24 pm**

Gordon dismisses the similarity of the name to the so-called psychic's vision as mere coincidence. Still, there's something intriguing about an abandoned warehouse in the heart of London's infamous Limehouse district.

He draws the attention of his fellow witnesses.

"This looks interesting. Shall we take a look, while the police are busy elsewhere? They'll be close at hand if there's any trouble. Safety in numbers, and all that."

Posted: **Sat Jul 29, 2017 4:32 pm**

Ann Veronica

“Come on then”. Ann Veronica pushes open the door and enters the warehouse. Her heart is racing.

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 12:49 am**

"It is odd that the door was just left open," says Diane, following Ann Veronica inside, "but shouldn't we let the police know where we're going? They're here to protect us, and this could be dangerous!"

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 7:36 am**

"Personally I'm not too keen on getting the police involved just yet. That risks opening up an information channel to that Mulverhill character, and I don't trust him one bit. Also, we can look out for each other, right?"

James is a bit surprised by his own new-found courage, but he really wants to get to the bottom of this affair with this cube and how it corrupted his old friend...

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 1:18 pm**

Inside the derelict warehouse all is still, silent, and, apparently, empty but for a handful of mostly broken crates.

Then, in the daylight spilling through the open doorway, you make out the form of a man's body lying crumpled in a corner on the dusty floor.

It is the body of Bidwell's missing butler Hanson Bartlet. Livid bruises are plain to see around his throat.

Near the body stands an upturned crate obviously in use as a makeshift table. Upon it can be seen piled several books and sheets of paper.

"Good heavens!" comes a startled voice from behind you in the doorway: Constable Baker has followed your progress. "Wait here, I'll fetch Inspector Cleveland."

The young constable hurries off, leaving the group alone inside the warehouse.

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Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 1:25 pm**

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Throwing caution to the wind, Cecil quickily examines the books & papers. He hasn't felt such exhilaration since he first discovered a shard of neolithic pottery when he was a mere lad.

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 3:12 pm**

Ann Veronica's hands fly to her face in shock at the sight of the body. She wasn't expecting this. The awful image fills her mind, preventing any rational thought.

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 4:43 pm**

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This is more than Gordon expected. He's too shocked to look at anything else. He just keeps staring at the dead man and hopes he isn't in this over his head.

Posted: **Sun Jul 30, 2017 6:14 pm**

Diane is also too stunned to notice much.

Posted: **Mon Jul 31, 2017 9:24 am**

James quickly looks around to see if the assailant is still hiding in the warehouse somewhere, perhaps hiding behind the broken crates...

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Posted: **Mon Jul 31, 2017 12:05 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Absolom feels his throat begin to constrict due to the dusty interior, but manages to avoid falling to a nasty bout of coughing that such circumstances usually presage.
Holding his spotted handkerchief against his mouth as a defence he carefully steps towards the body all the time scanning the warehouse for something untoward.

Posted: **Mon Jul 31, 2017 1:17 pm**

Upon inspection it is discovered that the books piled on the crate comprise of various reference works dealing with world history, industrial and scientific history, and astronomy. The books are all marked as property of the British Museum.

The sheets of paper are covered with strange mechanical diagrams and mathematical formulae. Among the sketches is a crude drawing of what appears to be Bidwell's crystal cube. The cube seems to be central to the diagrams.

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Peering around, Mr. Copeland, Professor Powell and Reverend Somerhayes ascertain that the warehouse is empty of other persons. At the same time they spot a small yet distinctive object hidden in the corner behind the crate.

It is the crystal cube.

Posted: **Mon Jul 31, 2017 2:47 pm**

Before the police, and especially Mulverhill, comes back, James rushes towards the cube and tries to hide it better than it is now. Having seen what the cube can do, he tries to avoid touching it in any way, though.

Posted: **Mon Jul 31, 2017 3:06 pm**

Cecil looks confusedly at the diagrams & formulae.

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Posted: **Mon Jul 31, 2017 3:53 pm**

Absolom Peredue Somerhayes

Seeing what Professor Powell’s plan is, Ambrose positions himself in front of the cube’s hiding place in an effort to further divert any police attention. As he does so he grins at James and makes a small shrug, “Sometimes the ways of the Lord are indeed mysterious”.

Posted: **Mon Jul 31, 2017 6:41 pm**

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Posted: **Mon Jul 31, 2017 6:51 pm**

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Gordon is still too upset to make any sense out the materials that have been found.

Posted: **Tue Aug 01, 2017 5:28 am**

While not formally trained, Diane has seen enough mechanisms from her work at the theatre to be able to understand the diagrams.

Posted: **Tue Aug 01, 2017 1:54 pm**

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