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Friday March 14th, 1930 6.05pm.
Police Precinct, School Street, Amesbury, Mass.

As good as his word, Henry had stayed late to process the photographs although he had taken some persuading by Ivy to release them before the morning. He tutted audibly as she had taken them from him, cautioning against touching them as they were yet to set and he visibly winced as she demanded an envelope to send them off to Arkham University.

Leaving the envelope with Henry to be mailed, Ivy made her way out onto School Street. Outside, the sun was low in the sky and the shadows were long. A cool breeze, threatening to send Ivy’s hat down the street.

OOC,Ivy - remain in this thread. Alex, Lawrence & William - go here: https://www.callofcthulhu.org.uk/pbp/viewtopic.php?f=438&t=7373

Having supervised the sending off of the photographs, Ivy finds herself at something of a loose end. After a moment’s thought, she decides to report back to Fraser. The old man will no doubt be pleased that the girl is their number one suspect.

Taking note of all the details she’s learned about this Brophy character, she also resolves to learn everything she can about the man. If he ran a hotel, then there must be some official records at least.

Finding a taxi to take her back to Arkham at that time was something of a challenge and Ivy was less than impressed than the price quoted when they arrived at Fraser Mansion.

She was shown into Fraser’s study, where her employer was sat, brooding in front of the fire, with a whisky glass in hand. He had at least shaved since she had seen him last and he looked more presentable. He glanced towards her as she entered. ”Well, Miss Ripley? What news do you have for me?”

“You were right to suspect Emily Livingstone,” Ivy replies. “We found her landlady dead, clutching another of those poisonous letters. The girl has been carted off to Oakwood House sanitarium, so the others are going there to speak with her. It appears this unpleasant Brophy fellow was writing to her before his death; getting her all riled up. He asked her to locate a book of his and send it on, but I can’t help wondering whether she kept it and used the information therein to create these murderous notes.”

“The letters and photographs are in the lab, as it were. I thought I’d look into Brophy’s background, unless you have other work for me,” she continues.

”No, not at present,” Fraser shook his head. “With this Brophy fellow dead, however, that doesn’t leave a lot of loose ends, does it?”

“So it may seem, but if Brophy wrote to her, who else had he written to?”

“That would depend,’ said Fraser thoughtfully. “It seems from what you have said that the girl may have written to anyone she blames for her and James being separated. Apart from myself and her poor landlady, I’m not sure who she might blame?”

“Oh I’m not talking about the girl; but who else has Brophy written to? Are they also posting poison letters?” Ivy replies. “I want to look into the man’s background. If he ran a hotel, there will be license applications, birth certificates and the like.”

”Very well, Miss Ripley,” said Fraser. ”You make your enquiries and let me know about this Brophy fellow and his brother.”

OOC,Given the time of day, it’s too late to be going to any public buildings, town halls, etc. Is there anything else you wish to do today?

Thanks for your patience.

Ivy’s investigations will continue here: https://www.callofcthulhu.org.uk/pbp/vi ... 438&t=7385.