January 10 - Lausanne - Edgar´s study
Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2022 10:27 pm
Felicity and Clarence go back to Edgar Wllington´s place. They reunite with Andrew and Archie, who had decided to keep an eye on Wellington. As they get to Rua St. Etienne, Felicity and Clarence find that the shop is closed and there is no trace of their companions all around. Indeed, Andrew and Archie have broken into the house. While searching Egdar's office, the two investigators look through the window every now and then, to check if someone´s coming. At some point, they spot Felicity and Clarence by the side of the road. In short, the group meets again inside the house, in Wellington's studio on the upper floor.
After passing throught the ground floor Felicity and Clarence get upstairs. The upper floor has a kitchen and two bedrooms. The kitchen is a crowded room with a kitchen table and six chairs. Four of the chairs are piled with books. One bedroom is plain with a bed and a bookshelf with a selection of well-read classics. Edgar´s brother, William, is sleeping on the bed. He has a fresh needle mark, one among many in the left arm.
The other bedroom, is narrow and has writing desk. Most likely, this Edgar´s study. Edgar lies in the bed of this room, asleep. There are some objects on the desk. An empty morphine bottle and below, an emptied syringe and a green bottle, mostly full, on which is a label, ‘Ishara’. The container is about the size of an ink bottle. The contents looks remarkably like muddy water. Holding it up to a strong light, one can detect tiny silvery particles suspended in the dank fluid. A spoon, soiled with the liquid of the bottle, is also on the table.
Andrew and Archie have been inside Edgar´s for one hour, more or less. They have been reading Edgar´a diary and searched the study. Aside from the diary and the mysterious bottle, the room, and the house in general, doesn't seem to have much else to offer for the investigation. Some books have been arranged a little hidden away, they are occult texts, but nothing very unusual. Very general texts on witchcraft and black magic that any interested beginner would find in any bookstore.
Much of the diary seem to chronicle the pain that Edgar felt in his everyday life. Most entries are short. The diary shows that the Duke interested Edgar in the occult, and provided him with a kind of dream drug, initially saying only that it would combat insomnia. Edgar relates how he visited a strange place called Ishara in his dreams, and how anything he clutched in his hands as he slept would go into the dream with him. He hid the scroll for safe keeping in Ishara.
From the Diary of Edgar Wellington:
November 3, 1920 — It would have suited our family better if we had died in the war. Dead heroes are more convenient than the broken living.
March 5, 1921 — Now we are in Switzerland. Here we can live in peace.
September 17, 1921 — The Duke’s conversation is without peer. When I listen to him, I forget my own memories.
November 10, 1921 — The books the Duke loaned me have opened my eyes. Perhaps that old Arabic scroll of mine holds mysteries as yet unknown.
February 2, 1922 — I have received the translation of Malon’s scroll. I wonder if this “Sedefkar Simulacrum” yet exists?
June 25, 1922 — The trail ends in 1789. I have written to the owners of the Comte’s house. I would go there, but I cannot leave William alone.
October 3, 1922 — The Duke has given me something for my insomnia. I slept deeply, and had a most vivid dream in a strange village in a kind of other world.
November 12, 1922 — Two nights ago I held a brass button in my hand as I slept, and set it down in Ishara. When I awoke it was gone. The next night I fetched it back in my dream, and woke with it clasped in my hand.
January 1, 1923 — I hold no hope for this New Year. My researches lead nowhere, and soon my habit will cost us our shop. Where will William live then?
January 5, 1923 — I fear I must sell the scroll. The Duke would be interested, but I need another bidder to drive the price against him. I have hidden it in Ishara for safekeeping.
After passing throught the ground floor Felicity and Clarence get upstairs. The upper floor has a kitchen and two bedrooms. The kitchen is a crowded room with a kitchen table and six chairs. Four of the chairs are piled with books. One bedroom is plain with a bed and a bookshelf with a selection of well-read classics. Edgar´s brother, William, is sleeping on the bed. He has a fresh needle mark, one among many in the left arm.
The other bedroom, is narrow and has writing desk. Most likely, this Edgar´s study. Edgar lies in the bed of this room, asleep. There are some objects on the desk. An empty morphine bottle and below, an emptied syringe and a green bottle, mostly full, on which is a label, ‘Ishara’. The container is about the size of an ink bottle. The contents looks remarkably like muddy water. Holding it up to a strong light, one can detect tiny silvery particles suspended in the dank fluid. A spoon, soiled with the liquid of the bottle, is also on the table.
Andrew and Archie have been inside Edgar´s for one hour, more or less. They have been reading Edgar´a diary and searched the study. Aside from the diary and the mysterious bottle, the room, and the house in general, doesn't seem to have much else to offer for the investigation. Some books have been arranged a little hidden away, they are occult texts, but nothing very unusual. Very general texts on witchcraft and black magic that any interested beginner would find in any bookstore.
Much of the diary seem to chronicle the pain that Edgar felt in his everyday life. Most entries are short. The diary shows that the Duke interested Edgar in the occult, and provided him with a kind of dream drug, initially saying only that it would combat insomnia. Edgar relates how he visited a strange place called Ishara in his dreams, and how anything he clutched in his hands as he slept would go into the dream with him. He hid the scroll for safe keeping in Ishara.
From the Diary of Edgar Wellington:
November 3, 1920 — It would have suited our family better if we had died in the war. Dead heroes are more convenient than the broken living.
March 5, 1921 — Now we are in Switzerland. Here we can live in peace.
September 17, 1921 — The Duke’s conversation is without peer. When I listen to him, I forget my own memories.
November 10, 1921 — The books the Duke loaned me have opened my eyes. Perhaps that old Arabic scroll of mine holds mysteries as yet unknown.
February 2, 1922 — I have received the translation of Malon’s scroll. I wonder if this “Sedefkar Simulacrum” yet exists?
June 25, 1922 — The trail ends in 1789. I have written to the owners of the Comte’s house. I would go there, but I cannot leave William alone.
October 3, 1922 — The Duke has given me something for my insomnia. I slept deeply, and had a most vivid dream in a strange village in a kind of other world.
November 12, 1922 — Two nights ago I held a brass button in my hand as I slept, and set it down in Ishara. When I awoke it was gone. The next night I fetched it back in my dream, and woke with it clasped in my hand.
January 1, 1923 — I hold no hope for this New Year. My researches lead nowhere, and soon my habit will cost us our shop. Where will William live then?
January 5, 1923 — I fear I must sell the scroll. The Duke would be interested, but I need another bidder to drive the price against him. I have hidden it in Ishara for safekeeping.