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CONSULTING DETECTIVE
A Study in Emerald
tember 1881
23 Sep
Lovecraft
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23 September 1881
T
he cigarette smoke inside the Rat &
Raven is so thick, one could al-
most cut it with a knife. We are
following Wiggins, trying to get
through the mass of factory workers relaxing after
a long day of work. He shouldered through the
them, but his feet slipped on a slipknot; oily paws
everywhere caught him, feeling like thousands of
slippery tentacles. Though grateful for not falling,
he was still shaken at the thought of it.
We finally make it to the bar, where Porky greets
us and serves us all a pint. The bitter drink obvi-
ously dulled the terror from Wiggins’s thoughts.
Looking through the crowd, Wiggins is the first to
spot the doctor in a far corner sipping on a sher-
ry— his neat overcoat and his carefully trimmed
mustache reveal that he is not what one would
call a regular here. Struggling again through the
crowd, we make our way to him. Sitting down,
Wiggins is the first to greet the doctor.
“Good evening, Dr.…”
“Shhhh!” the doctor. interrupts. “Please, let’s do
try to speak as quietly as possible. And it’s proba-
bly best if we do not use any names. I know you're
used to being cautious with our friend, which is
why I called you. Now, however, we will need
even more discretion, since the threads…well, to say the least, they lead even higher than usual. It's an
extremely delicate situation.”
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The doctor reaches for his glass, but as he touches it, there is a sudden tremor running down his right
arm. The blood-red drops of the sherry flashed across the table. He has to grab his writhing hand with
his left hand in order to control the seizure that shakes his body.
“I apologize. I've been getting worse lately. The war wound, I mean. The gods and men of Afghanistan
were both barbarians, ruled neither by the British government, nor by Berlin, not even by Moscow.
They stubbornly resisted all reason. I was sent to that country with … well, it’s irrelevant with what reg-
iment. What happened there is more important. While the fighting took place between the hills and the
mountains, we all had a fair chance. But as the battle descended into the caves and darkness, we were,
shall we say, in deep water.
“I will never forget the mirrored surface of the subterranean lake, nor the creature rising from the water,
its eyes opening and closing, the melodic whispers that accompanied its emergence, wreathing their
way about it like the buzzing of flies bigger than worlds. That I survived was a miracle, but survive I did.
The way that leech-like mouth touched me, it left a mark on me forever. I used to be an excellent
marksman, and now I'm having trouble raising a glass of sherry. But my nerves need it, that's for sure.
“It’s true, though, our mutual friend and I were brought together by this indelible experience. Who
would have thought a narcissist like him would be the most understanding of a war veteran and his
nightmares. ‘I was told I snored,’ he said, when I looked at the Baker Street apartment based on a
friend's tip. ‘I have been told that I snore,' he said. 'Also I keep irregular hours, and I often use the man-
telpiece for target practice. I will need the sitting room to meet clients. I'm the only consulting detective
in London, or perhaps the whole world. I don't take cases, I give advice. People come to me, tell me
about their unresolved issues, and sometimes I solve them. But it's a lot of noise, and I'm selfish, secre-
tive, and I get bored easily. Is that a problem?’ I didn't know what I was getting into when I moved in
with him.
“But I apologize for digressing. You know, I'm not a literary person, I don’t even know where to start
these kinds of stories, especially when you have to be as precise as possible, but I think it's best that I get
started because time is the least of our resources.
“Everything started a few days ago, Tuesday last. We were taking part in our magnificent breakfast, when
our friend mentioned to me, ‘We will need another place setting. We will be having a gentleman joining
us in four minutes time.’
“I wasn’t surprised at his strange statement, but I had to ask him how he deduced this fact.
“‘Elementary, dear friend,’ he replied. ‘Didn't you hear a rumble a few minutes ago? It was a hansom,
slowing down as it came up to our address. Then it speed up again going on along Marylebone Road.
There are plenty coaches and cabs at the rail station. Anyone not wanted to be seen getting off at our
address will go there as, if I recall correctly, it takes about four minutes to get there and back.…’
“He glanced at his pocket watch, and indeed, four minutes later, we heard footsteps on the stairs out-
side.
“‘Come in, Lestrade,’ he said.
“Lestrade came in through the door.
“‘Sit, Lestrade,’ he invited. ‘We just had the sausages brought up.’
“‘Oh, I really shouldn’t,’ Lestrade mentioned. ‘But to tell the truth, I had no opportunity to eat this
morning, and I could do with some of those sausages very much.’
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“‘So it is indeed a matter of national security,’ our friend said.
“Heavens,” said Lestrade, turning pale. “There's no way it's already out there…’
“He started to stack the smoked herring fillet on top of the buttered toast, but his hand shook slightly.
“‘Alright, do tell me,’ he finally relented. ‘Did you already hear about the case?’
“‘Of course not,’ our friend replied. ‘However, I do recognize the squeaking of the wheels of the Com-
missioner’s coach, a very specific high-oscillating gis. Now, the Commissioner of Scotland Yard cannot
be seen to visit London’s only consulting detective. However, he can send someone in his stead. You
came here without breakfast, Lestrade; there is only one person for whom you would rise so early as to
miss your breakfast. And if the Commissioner calls on his main Inspector so early, then the matter he
assigned him had to be something extraordinary, something of national importance.
“‘But let’s go to the point: when are we going to Shoreditch?’
“Lestrade dropped his fork.
“‘Now, listen you!’ Lestrade exclaimed. ‘You’re making fun of me. You know everything about the case
after all! You should be ashamed of yourself…’
“‘No, no, dear Inspector,’ our friend reassured him. ‘No one told me about the matter. However, if a po-
lice officer walks into my room, boots and trousers with fresh, very evident mustard-yellow mud patch-
es, it is not difficult to assume that he is coming from the crime scene, Shoreditch’s Hoxton Street, as
that is the only area in London where this kind of mustard-yellow clay is found.’
“Inspector Lestrade appeared embarrassed.
‘When you say it like that, it seems rather obvious…’
“We took off immediately after breakfast. It was a nice morning when we got to the edge of the St. Giles
slum, a colony of the highest concentration of London’s thieves and murderers. The building we walked
towards was one of Shoreditch’s low-priced boarding houses at Hoxton Street. Our friend stopped the
cabbie on the corner beforehand, and after paying him, we approached the site on foot.
“There was nothing that would indicate a crime scene, no carriage tracks, no footprints, nothing. Ap-
proaching the boarding house, we were stopped by a drunkard. His straw coloured hair was greasy on
his head, and there was squared quilting on his coat. Our friend, showing interest in the tramp’s move-
ment, leaned close to him and asked what he saw this morning. He replied ‘Police’ and then cackled. For
some reason, our friend rewarded the answer with five pence.
“A police officer stood at the front door. Lestrade greeted him by name and introduced me, while our
friend crouched at the threshold and poked the mud around the wrought-iron bars.
“We then went upstairs. There was no question in which room the crime had been committed: there
were two police men stationed outside the door. Lestrade nodded to them, and they stepped aside. It is
difficult to describe the spectacle that we found inside. The body, or better said what was left of it, lay on
the floor. Starting next to his face, green liquid was everywhere, deeply embedded in the carpet around
the body. There were even splatters of it on the wallpaper. For a moment, I liked the work of some infer-
nal artist; it's like a painter decided to do an emerald green paper on death.
“Our friend knelt down and examined the body, looking at every cut on the body. Then he walked to
the wall to study the drying green spots.
“‘We already looked at that,’ said Lestrade. ‘There’s nothing there.’
“‘Indeed?’ asked our friend. ‘And how did you explain this here? It looks like a word to me.’
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“Lestrade stepped beside our friend and looked up at the wall. Somehow, over the head of the inspector,
a word was written in large, green, gothic letters on the faded yellow wallpaper.
“‘R-A-C-H- E …?’ Lestrade began to spell. ‘That means nothing. They may have been interrupted.’
“Our friend didn’t say a word. He walked back to the corpse and lifted both of its inanimate hands one
after another.
“‘Well, in any case, we should figure out if the Royal Highness…’ our friend started.
“‘What the devil?’ Lestrade interrupted. ‘How could you know that?’
“‘Dear Inspector Lestrade. Please do allow me some intelligence. Despite the apparent gore, the body is
obviously not human. The color of the blood, the number of limbs, the eye, the Shape of the face — all
point to a non-human. As we know, in the current world order, if someone has such superhuman marks,
they must be a member of one of the royal families. Although I can’t tell which ruling line exactly, I
would venture that our victim may be heir to…one of the German principalities.’
“‘You never cease to amaze,’ Lestrade said. ‘That is indeed Prince Franz Drago of Bohemia. He has re-
cently arrived in the country for a change of air — a lot good that would have done him with all the re-
cent fog — and was staying at Kensington Palace upon the invitation of Her Majesty.’
“‘I would think he was more here for our theaters, game tables, and other services, than for the fresh air,
Lestrade,’ our friend said.
“Lestrade looked confused. He had no idea how he had come to this deduction.
“When we returned to Baker Street, our friend’s face was a sinister shadow.
“‘If we’ve learned anything from history, Watson, it’s that it can always get worse. And now we seem to
be close to things getting worse, indeed,’ he told me.
“We agreed that we need as many eyes and ears investigating this matter, so he asked me to meet you
here and get you all informed. He is already out doing his investigations.”
We agree to help out readily.
Having finished our drinks, the doctor and we say our good-byes, him going to meet up with Holmes
and us making our way in the other direction, seeing little in the dense city fog and wondering where to
go first.
RA
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shopwindow. Evr’one knows what they be sellin’
there. Suppose he don’t want to burn all his es-
SE AREA cape routes ‘fore the law.
“‘Sides, it ain’t the regular folks that make the
business run,” the bartender continues. “The girls
offered for th’ regulars are average at best.”
11 SE Bending closer to us over the bar, he whispers
conspiratorially, “They say the real big money
“I
not?”
don’t know anything about this Prince
Drago. Are you interested in pipes or
have a member or two formerly from Bohemia
who do not kindly take to the Prince and his
family. Considering how their tongues some-
times slip after a few drinks, we may have ended
up closing down the Carlton.”
SW AREA 8 SW
96 SW
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shop is closed, even though according to their Sitting on a bench, he fishes out one of the two
opening times, they are supposed to be receiving pills. Breaking it with the edge of his pocket
customers by now. knife, he tears a small piece of the pastry and
We go through the alley next to the shop to the covers it with pill powder. He then throws it to
back of the building, where the private quarters the pigeons milling around on the square. Bick-
are likely to be found. Knocking on the door and ering amongst themselves, several pigeons man-
receiving no answer there either, we are assured age to grab pieces of it.
that no one is inside. While we keep look out, We watch the pigeons for a while, but nothing
Wiggins picks the backdoor’s lock skillfully. happens. Wiggins takes the other pill from his
Immediately a horrible stench fills our noses. The pocket and repeat his experiment. This time the
place is in a terrible state; the owner apparently fight is short, a fat brown bird taking the whole
hadn’t left it in days as we can see a bucket full of bite. It hasn’t even made two moves after that,
feces in a corner. But there is another smell. and it’s already dead on the ground.
Walking around carefully between the dubious
rags covering the ground, we discover a crystal
glass filled with red wine on the windowsill. An- Forgive me for what I did. Forgive me for
other one lies on the ground near by, broken, the not being worthy of my uniform. I be-
red drink it contained splattered everywhere.
As we turn around, we notice a man-sized ma- trayed what I swore to do.
chine in the corner of the room, with various He was after me, and there was nothing I
coloured containers connected with tubes, all
containing opalescent liquid. A three-headed could do. I had to buy time - our food
snake is imprinted on it. We realize we are look-
ing at some sort of explosive device based on a
ran out and we couldn't leave the lodgings
diagram laying on a nearby table. - but that is no excuse. My crime was
As we enter the adjacent bedroom, we fi nally
discover the source of the infernal smell. A man’s
immeasurable.
is body hanging from a rope tied to a middle We trusted ourselves to fate, but I betrayed
beam. Th e man is wearing a military uniform.
This has to be Mason. everything that was sacred. I was weak, and
We notice a piece of paper hanging out of his now I'd rather stand before the Almighty
pocket, and after carefully fishing it out and read
what it says. Judge than live this wretched life.
We search the rest of Mason’s clothes but only May God forgive me!
find two apparently identical pills in his pocket.
We look around the room. There are two beds on
one side, both of them used. Someone else used 33 nW
to live here. It is not long before we find the other
occupant: in the filled bathtub lays the body of a
white, bearded man, his lips and nails black. His
white cloak floating around him like seaweed.
W ells Osborn’s long, thick beard hangs
down to his lap, making him look like an
old wizard.
As we leave, we lock the door again not wanting “I’m sure it’s another one of those petty cases. My
to leave any trace of us being there. We walk to Rachel is a magnet for trouble, but she has the
Trafalgar Square, with Wiggins stopping quickly gift of slipping out of trouble’s clutches. Men ten
insider a baker’s shop on the way to buy a bun. can’t bear the fact that she is successful. Ever
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since the Royal Court asked her to design that are my associates. We are detectives. We are in-
gazebo, they have become even more envious.” vestigating a case of a missing girl, which led us
“When was the last time you heard from your to your mother’s pension.
daughter?” we ask. “She told us there was this man who used to
“I read in the paper about her testimony in that room there and bring back women. He had left
terrible case. I have no idea how she got involved. for a while, but now he’s back and in the compa-
I sent her a telegram immediately at the time, ny of some rough looking men, which is why she
and she replied that it was nothing, that she was is worried…so, we decided to help her out.”
obliged to give the information to the police, but “That dog!” Mr. Thomas rages. “Breakin’ ‘is arm
now she would rather focus on the design work, wasn’t enough for him, now he wants more?! I’ll
looking for the perfect place for her gazebo. She destroy him; I’ll light up ‘is shop, I’ll drag ‘im out
said not to worry. So I did not.” an’ throw him front a train in Waterloo. Or better
yet, I’ll wrap ‘im in those bloody carpets of his,
53 nW and toss ‘im in the Thames.”
The man in front of us is like a roaring bull, spit-
“G eorge Thomas? Never ‘eard oh ‘im.” Leng, where they had slept, or waited, or passed
out the time of their death. Th e comedian
opined that the other villagers had all been eating
14 WC too many pies and drinking too much ale, and
they were imagining the shapes. A portly gen-
T he Archives are closed today. tleman playing a priest of the Roman God tells
the villagers that the shapes in the sea were mon-
sters and demons, and must be destroyed.
16 WC At the climax, the hero beat the priest to death
with his own crucifer, and prepared to welcome
69 WC
“N o, Sirs, there have been no reports of her neck – and an ‘our later it was all clean. I
missing orphans. Is there anything we could put a new guest in that room that night.
should know?” “‘n you see, Dearie, I run this ‘ole big house all by
meself, only if there’s something to fix, I’ll call my
93 WC son Georgie. ‘e grunts like a flea-ridden dog, but
‘e always tidies up. Last time I saws ‘im, ‘e scared
T he constable posted outside the boarding and th’other one, too, was heavy, and ‘is head was
house won’t let us into the building until covered with a hood. I told ‘em, I did, I was
after a thorough check. Once inside, we mean to closin’ the gate at 11 o’clock, but they din’t care.
go upstairs but are distracted by a loud voice. Good thing they broke down the back door.
One of the officers posted at the door whispers That’s ‘ow I saw the mess this mornin’.
to us, “That’s Mrs. Th omas. She’s the owner, re- “Is there a list of the your guests?” we ask, inter-
ceptionist and housekeeper.” rupting the old woman’s soliloquy.
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“‘course, it’s all in the “So why is there a blank
guest book, you know, next to the checkout
it’s protocol. Although date for several
is a big question ‘o uses guests, Mrs.
his real name in this Thomas?” we
neighborhood…” ask.
Without getting up, “ Th e y d i n’ t
the old matron shows report when
us where the book is they lef ’,” said
located. We open the the matron.
dusty tome, and look “But they’s
at the names of all the g o n e . The
entries for the last few p o l i c e a l-
days. Th e name of the r e a d y
murdered man is cir- searched
cled. their rooms,
“What did Imre Ko- and ’s far I
vacs look like, Mrs. know, nothin’
Thomas? I believe, you remarkable ’as
mentioned he rented been found.
the room before the Th e g e n t l e-
incident took place,” men who dis-
we ask. appeared as well
“I’ve tol’ the police a as the others, they
thousand times, I did,” paid in advance.
she gripes. “There was ‘Sides Mr. Pruck
a big scar runnin’ and Mr. Benton
down ‘is face, all along still had plenty of
‘is right side, from their pre-paid
forehead to nose, there time.”
was hardly anything We t h a n k t h e
else to look at. But his woman, who keeps
eyes were intact. His on scolding the po-
irises was pure steel, a lice, the men that
determined look in came in, and by the
‘em. ‘e was left-handed, time we leave the
but ‘e held the pen strangely, as if ‘e din’t have the room, she doesn’t spare us either.
‘abit of writing, and he asked where to sign ‘is We check the backdoor, and indeed it is broken,
nam.” the lock having been apparently forced from the
We look suspiciously at the signature line, where inside. We see a lot of muddy footprints here as
Kovacs’s name was signed in childish letters. well, and on a slightly cleaner surface, we discov-
“The rest of ‘em, they all lef ’ at once ‘cos the po- er a stain the size of a penny.
lice had driven ev’ryone away, causin’ a lot of We go back into the hall and start to search the
trouble for the guests, and for me, ‘course,” added rooms of the boarding house. It takes quite some
Mrs. Thomas. time.
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(Select the rooms you want to visit in any order.)
Guestbook
Guest Room Checked In Checked Out Signature
1st Floor
Rm. 1
The room is a suite. It is tidy, but it’s evident that
the occupant had to leave his quarters in a hurry:
the soap was left on the side of the sink, and the Invitation and Entry Permit
foam is still spread out all over the ceramic. We
lean down and notice that something is stuck Mr. H&mann Zsuk
between the fl oorboard and the wall: a razor of The German Imperial Guard
blade longer than usual, with a handle. It is bright The Veneration of
and sharp, but as we raise it to our eyes, we see
that among the little grooves there are tiny blood Prince Franz Drago of Bohemia
stains. It is evident that its owner had tried to re- September 19 at 18:00 o’clock
move the unwanted dirt. at the German Embassy
&
In the sitting room we find a piece of paper lying
on the windowsill:
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2nd Floor
Rm. 2 Rm. 3
We enter the room of the victim. The body had The room looks like someone lived in it, even
been moved in the meantime, but the room is though it looks like the resident cleaned up be-
still chaotic. Th ere are muddy footprints on the fore he left.
floor mixed with green fl uids. We look again at “A soldier’s room,” Wiggins notes.
the pale yellow, not-so-clean wallpaper by the We find traces of burnt logs in the fireplace. We
fireplace, and notice the inscription ‘RACHE’ kneel down to look closely. With a pair of tweez-
again. It is about 6 or 7 inches above eye level. ers, we carefully lift a half-burned notebook from
In the fireplace, there are ashes that are soaked in the ashes. Printed on the top of the pages is a
moisture, but on the shoulder-height stone sill, name: Medical Officer Jerrold Mason, with a lit-
there is also a teaspoon of a much darker, fibrous tle seal on it, a three-headed snake wrapped
tobacco ash. Wiggins rubs it between his fingers, around a bayonet underneath it.
sniffs it, and then pockets a small portion Some of the lines are still readable:
wrapped in a piece of paper. “…our only goal is to remove all these parasites
“We will need to look at this a bit closer,” he says. living in our country….
The footprints across the room are smudged, so “No one on the continent dares to speak of it, but
there is no way to tell which one belongs to the the Middle East is more free than Bohemia…
police, to the people in the yard, and which to Brixton’s plan is bigger than anyone could possi-
our murderer. bly imagine, but that’s the danger…
As Wiggins closes the door of the lodgings, we “…they have not yet agreed, but the means of
find an oddity: with light falling in from the win- revenge are extremely convincing.
dow, we encounter, on a relatively clean corner of “…they can…they’re killing more and more
the carpet, a pair of cleanly identifiable foot- people, and they’re lucky enough to be able to
prints. Th eir size is average, yet the impression figure out what Revenge is…I don’t dare go into
made by the right foot is much deeper than that the Tower, what can I do, I just hope their si-
of the left. A strong circular indentation, the size lence…
of a penny is next to the left foot print. “The Germans were easier to deal with, disci-
On the inner side of the closed door, among the plined folk who knew orders…oss, Stephan was
red splashes, is a small chalk or powder stain of the centre of everything, but we owe it to him…
similar size, around chin-height. Ambrecht, unbelievable, but now he’s our only
Only one piece of furniture in the whole room chance at anything…
seems unmarred from the any liquid: the single “…they’re arrogant, they underestimate chem-
bed in the corner of the room is still carefully istry, they think he’s a quack, his chemical
made, its surface smooth and firm, showing that work…they’ll never fi nd it in the organization,
the last man sleeping in it liked order and thor- perfect plan, revenge rising…detectives came to
oughness. In view of the poor condition of the my home, I had to disappear, but in this hole…”
room and the pension equipment, we doubt this We can’t read more from the burned book due to
to be the work of the staff, given that it consists of the holes in the pages. We wrap it carefully and
just Mrs. Thomas.
take it with us before leaving the room.
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Rm. 4
The room looks completely untouched as if no see it is actually rubber, one half smooth and
one stayed in it. We see a mirrored dressing table sticky, the other skin-coloured, cut in half by a
beside the bed. We swipe a finger across the sur- thin red crack.
face. Th ere is a white powder on it, much On the way out, we look one more time at the
brighter than the rest of the room. carpet pattern. There are two stains the size of a
When we pull out the chair, it makes a strange penny in it, the same shape that we’ve seen in the
sound. We look at it, and find a tiny piece of skin rest of the house.
attached to a foot. However, as we peel it off, we
3rd Floor
Rm. 5
The room appears not much used by its occu- As we take a closer look, spinning the glove
pant. The only thing out of place is a black leather around, a part of a train ticket falls out. Neither
glove, half-sliding between the mattress and the the destination nor the price can be gleaned
wall next to the bed. We note something odd from the portion, but we do see part of an in-
with the garment: the glove is missing the mid- scription: for veterans.
dle and ring fi nger. Th e holes appear to have On the carpet and in the bath, we discover foot-
been carefully, practically professionally sewn prints, along with stains of a what is likely a rub-
together. ber-tipped stick.
4th Floor
Rm. 7
The windows of the room are darkened, covered from my memory once this case is over.”
with a blanket nailed to the window sills, block-
ing out any light. Wiggins lights a match to pre- Rm. 8
vent us from covering any clues by groping in the The room smells of mold. A message with spi-
dark. dery handwriting is attached to the bathroom
In the weak light we see that the room is messy. door with a rusty nail.
The bed is trashed, the duvet lying on on the
floor. On the mirrored dressing table, medical
supplies are scattered: a worn little scalpel, a
tourniquet, several injection needles and vials.
One of the bottles we pick up and sniff at is filled Try to give your rats the
with a pungent liquid.
The bathroom is in equally bad shape: there’s a rooms to see if they tolerate
broken glass as well as several drops of blood and
vomit on the floor. We turn around to try to re- this stench!
member as many details as we can, though to be
perfectly honest we agree with Wiggins when he
says, “I sure hope I can erase what I’m seeing
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14 EC 36 EC
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51 EC that they need not be here where disease and
fever strikes far too many.
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age.
he Scottish National Church is a small
Azatoth church, with an attached orphan-
“However, we have noticed a pattern of adop-
tions lately, where they disappear shortly after
being adopted. We have no idea where they go
Wiggins pulls out a piece of paper, writes to. Of course, we’ll always press charges at the
“PRESS” on it, and puts it inside the ribbon of Bow Street Police Station, but nothing ever
his hat. We now understand why he asked us to comes of it. Either way we pray for their souls.”
bring a camera with us. He bids us to stand back, “How many cases were there?”.
while he and Henry walk up to the door. When The priest did not answer them; instead he
they return, they tell us what happened after they turned around motioning them to follow him.
passed through the orphanage gate: He went down a corridor until reaching a room,
Getting to the front entry desk where a young which turned out to be the library. He pointed to
novice sits, Wiggins plopped himself on it, tap- a young girl with flaming-red hair sitting at a desk
ping at the paper on his hat. near one of the bookshelves, bent over a note-
“Hi, I’m John Hammond from The Telegraph. book.
This is my photograph’r,” he announced. “We’re “That’s Miss Crow there. But please do not bring
here for an interview of the local champion, little up the story of her disappearance. Th ese poor
Ashley, for the paper. You see, guv, The Star of children have enough sadness in their lives. The
Albion gave ya only one of those tiny lil’ spots to victory, however, is a beautiful and joyous event.
tell a great story. We are gonna give ‘u a whole It is something they get far too little of.”
page in The Daily Telegraph. That’s somethin’, Wiggins promised that they would be tactful,
innit?” while putting an arm around the monk’s shoul-
The novice apparently didn’t know what to do at der to reassure him.
this hour, so he invited them in, walking through Approaching the girl they asked if they could talk
the dark corridors of the orphanage. He intro- to her. At her assent, Wiggins sat down while
duces the two to Brother Matthew, whom Wig- Henry stood behind him and pretended to be
gins also tried to persuade with his acting skills. taking pictures. Wiggins introduced them under
“It is indeed a great achievement,” Brother their aliases, asking about the girl’s homework
Matthew said. “And it does the children good to while Brother Matthew watched over them, all
see their names in the newspapers. At the same the while casting a glance to the door.
time, we don’t want the article to be about Miss After a few moments, the monk, who has been
Crow’s disappearance, like The Star reported, fruitlessly searching his pockets for the tobacco
because it’s just a tiny, little part of the story. At bag Wiggins had taken from him when he put an
least in this case.” arm around his shoulders, excused himself.
“I can promise you, guvn’r that’s not what head- “Ashley,” Wiggins rushed to tell her, “I have to tell
line gonna be this time, but I gotta be honest: you a secret. My name is not Hammond. It’s
you said in this case. Were there other ones?” Wiggins. And more importantly, I’m not a jour-
Wiggins asked. nalist, I’m a detective. I know where you were
Brother Matthew looked at them suspiciously, and what you saw when you disappeared. I also
but eventually relented. know you weren’t looking for new parents. I need
“There is a lot of coming and going in our or- you to help me find your kidnappers.”
phanage. We are not a wealthy parish, so when Ashley looked at Wiggins in fear.
someone comes to adopt a little one promising a “But they didn't do anything wrong. I mean…”
loving home, we are always happy as it means Her voice faltered.
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“Who are these people?” Wiggins urged on again At that moment, the door of the room burst
“There were two of them, right?” open, as Brother Matthew appeared in the frame,
She nodded. his face flushed.
“One of them has a big scar across his face, and “And have you ever been able to practice with a
the other one is shorter and limps. They’re both feather ball as used by the pros in the national
well-dressed, wearing nice vests and ties. The tall competition?” Wiggins switched quickly back
one smoked a pipe, and the short one walked into the character of the journalist. Ashley caught
with a stick. The tall one was really scary. I could on just as rapidly and responded in a well-be-
hardly take my eyes off the big gash on his face. It haved manner that she had so far only played
scared me too much.” with a goose-feather ball but that she hoped to
Ashley shook as if a shiver has run down her get a duck-feather ball at some point.
spine. Wiggins thanked her for the interview and of-
“I was afraid at first that he was like that stranger fered her his hand. Th en he turned to Brother
who used to take girls away who then disappear. Matthew.
But he kept his word, I really wasn’t hurt. He told “Thank you for your patience and help, Brother.
me that nothing would happen to me, just that I If the newsroom can get a proper ball for this lit-
shouldn’t do anything he didn’t tell me to. tle ace, will you let her accept it in exchange for
“He blindfolded me and took me somewhere. It your kindness in helpin’ us interview her?”
was warm there, and we were there for a while, “Er…, yes, of course,” he stammered, surprised at
but he wouldn’t let me take off the blindfold. It the offer. “All donations are welcome.”
was scary, not seeing anything, but the short one Wiggins tried to make friendly conversation with
was there with me, and he was talking to me. He him, lest his haste and agitation reveal the true
had a rather pleasant voice.” content of the interview. Th ey were about to
“What did he say?” Wiggins asked. leave the orphanage when Ashley hurried up be-
“Nothing of importance, children’s stories and hind them, handing Wiggins a piece of folded-up
the like. He also kept on reassuring me that they paper.
didn’t want to hurt me. “I drew this for you about the tournament,” she
“Then they took me to another place, a boarding mentioned cheerily but her eyes had a knowing
house. They told me I was to go in and request a look. Th e folded sheet was decorated with a
room on the second floor. They gave me money, badminton picture. They thanked the girl and the
too. The woman at the desk looked skeptical, but monk again for their kindness as Wiggins took
she took the money and gave me the key. At that the note from her.
point, the tall one joined me, and we went to- Having walking a few blocks from the orphan-
gether to the room. He told me to wait there, age, he unfolds the paper and shows us a very
while he went out again. I fell asleep on the bed curious drawing on it:
and did not wake up until they shook me awake.
“What I saw when I woke up really scared me!
What really scared me was the creature I met in
the room. The way he looked at me. That buzzing
sound he made coming at me! But then the short
one killed him while repeating the name 'Mary.'
The tall one sped me out of the room then, and
put me in a coach. He told me not to tell anyone
about them, but what to say instead…”
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52 EC He sighs, resignation in his voice.
“When and where did she disappear?” we ask.
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