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Tatters of the King, Book 1: The Madman

Game Master James Keegan

The stars are right. Hastur's gaze gains brief focus upon the Earth, and things change.


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Male Human

After his morning grooming routine, Spencer tucks into a constitution building English breakfast.

"We off for a sidetrip Martin?"


Martin accept the offer to meet Dr. Trollope at his home at the time suggested and then readies himself for the day, trimming his whiskers, dressing as appropriate for the visits he has planned and meeting with Spencer for breakfast.

I'm assuming the last, based on Spencer's post.

"I've made arrangements to meet with Dr. Trollope this afternoon fro tea. We should be able to stop at Mr. Roby's before that and get a general impression from him."

Martin pats his mouth dry with a napkin. "I must confess, I'm not at all sure what sort of welcome we'll get from Mr. Roby, though the doctor seemed accommodating enough."


Male Human

"Who would turn us away or find themselves terse when faced with us pair?"

"Never mind, I suppose the chap will give us the welcome he believes we warrant, whatever that migth entail"


Male Human

Victor jots down the details of the article in his notebook and looks to Lucian. "Well there isn't anything too surprising here. I'm assuming the family member held for questioning was Alexander, since Grahame was out of town. Maybe we can learn a bit more if we ask some questions at the police station?"


Martin and Spencer
Your breakfast concluded, the two of you head out for a drive to Mr. Roby's home on Hill street in the highly desirable Belgravia neighborhood. It takes only a short few moments to find parking in the vicinity and a short walk through the unseasonable cold to a stately terraced home bearing Mr. Roby's name on the post box. A few mments after ringing the bell, a middle-aged butler answers the door.
"How may I be of service, sirs?" he asks, looking you both over through his spectacles.

I'll wait for Lucian before we update his progress with Victor, at least for the moment.


Martin nods briskly. "Please inform Mr. Roby that Mr. Poole and Mr. Reeves are calling to speak with him." He hands over a calling card.


Male

"A trip to the gendarme, eh?" Lucian shifts through the papers. "That sounds like a plan. We'll see what they're willing to tell us."

Sorry about the delay - on vacation with the family and having the damndest time getting onto a computer.


The butler takes your card, nodding his acknowledgement.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Roby told me to expect you. Regrettably he had some important matters to tend to and is not at home, but I do have a letter he prepare for you that I was to deliver today if you hadn't called. Please, come in out of the chill and I shall retrieve it
for you."

You step into a tastefully appointed foyer with a mirror and a brass coathook affording a view of the sitting room and the stairway. Distantly you can hear the sounds of someone practicing the piano. The butler leaves you to stand in the entryway, returning a moment later with a white envelope. He hands it to Mr. Poole, to whom it is addressed.

"There you are, gentlemen. Is there anything else that you require?"


Keeper Screen:

Spoiler:
Victor Know, Idea: 1d100 ⇒ 121d100 ⇒ 65
Lucian Know, Idea: 1d100 ⇒ 771d100 ⇒ 36

Victor:

Spoiler:
While getting access to the police report or at least speaking to the detective that was on the case would be helpful, it does seem unlikely to you that they would release information. Typically the particulars of a case (especially an unsolved one) are not shared with anyone but immediate family, solicitors acting in their interests and such. It would probably be advisable to secure some written permission from Mr. Roby... and find out who the detective on the case was before asking around futilely at a precinct.

Lucian:

Spoiler:
The domestic staff discovered the bodies- perhaps tracking them down would be a fruitful endeavor? The funeral home in Westminster was also mentioned by name- maybe someone there remembers something... and would have looser lips than the gendarmes.


Through strange anomalies of time and space, the game thread is borne back to the top of the list. The Keeper loses 1d6/1d12 SAN.


Male Human

Spencer nudges Martin, after all, he is the expected main guest...

"No just the letter is fine then I suppose, a shame we missed the chap. I say, who is the talented one tickling the ivories?"


Male

"Or perhaps... what about a trip to the funeral home?," Lucian says thoughtfully. "Find out what sort of twisted depravities the mind we're dealing employs." He points to a spot in the paper. "Or the help may be a place to work on - talk to the servants, as they were the ones who found the bodies." Lucian gives a nervous chuckle. "Well, I sound like a right ghoul, don't I?"


Spencer Reeves wrote:

Spencer nudges Martin, after all, he is the expected main guest...

"No just the letter is fine then I suppose, a shame we missed the chap. I say, who is the talented one tickling the ivories?"

"Miss Clarisse is having her piano lesson at the moment- her recital is quite eagerly anticipated."


"I'd appreciate a cup of tea, if you would, to ward off the chill and a warm place to read the letter. That way I may be able to respond at once should it be necessary."

Martin smiles pleasantly.


Male Human
Haita the Shepherd wrote:
"Miss Clarisse is having her piano lesson at the moment- her recital is quite eagerly anticipated."

"Capital suggestion about that cup of tea if we could impose, it is rather cold out there, and I could certainly enjoy listening to the fine piano playing whilst drawing on a beverage...whilst we watch dear Mr Poole write out a reply, if needed."


"Of course, sirs, please come this way."
The butler leads you past the stairwell and into a richly appointed parlor while Clarisse Roby works her way through a familiar piece. He adds a log to the fire and takes your coats and hats. The footman bustles off to fetch your tea and anything you will require to pen a response while you open the letter from Mr. Roby:

28th October, 1928
Mr. Poole,
Allow me to start by offering my apologies that I will not be able to meet with you in person- my business and social calendar are far too full at the moment with the end of the quarter approaching.

Dr. Lionel Trollope has been our family physician for thirty years and I trust him implicitly- on the subject of Alexander, he will be your best point of contact and reflects my position on matters regarding my brother. Please consult him, as he will make every effort to be available for your inquiries.

For further information, consult Inspector John Stevens, Scotland Yard. Inspector Stevens was the primary detective investigating the tragic incident two years ago in my father's home. So long as whatever information the Inspector chooses to release remains private to yourself and Dr. Highsmith, I have no objection to its access. Our family's
privacy is quite important to me, Mr. Poole.

At this juncture, I believe this is all I can offer by way of information. Again, should anything else be required to satisfy Dr. Highsmith's inquiries, Dr. Trollope is your best point of contact.
Sincerely,
Grahame Roby
17 Hill Street, W1
London


Male Human

"Ha, well, how about if you deal with the help and I deal with the folks at the funeral home? My countenance tends to disturb your typical pleb. Maybe you could use yours to loosen the lips of the Roby's house girls eh?" Victor gives Lucian a wry smile, a nudge and a laugh. "Anyway, if there is anyone who can bear to look at me, it'll be an undertaker, embalmer or what have you, right?"


Martin reads through the letter before handing it over to Spencer to read as well, sipping at his tea and musing over a reply. Finally he takes paper and pen in hand and begins.

29th October, 1928
Mr. Roby,

I would express my appreciation for your assistance in this matter. It is a pity that we could not meet and discuss the situation in greater detail but your letter is received with gratitude.

Please take my assurance that I will protect your family's privacy to the best of my abilities. My only concern is to see to the well-being of your relation and act as an equitable coordinate between Dr. Highsmith and your family's best interests.

Best Regards,
Martin Poole
Belsize Park

He folds the letter and places it in an envelope.

"Well then, Spencer. I suppose we should ready ourselves for our appointment with Dr. Trollope. It may be a good idea to see about meeting with Inspector Stevens as well. Perhaps a spot of lunch before our after noon appointment?"


Male Human

"Now there's a couple of sensible ideas, lets see this Inspector and see what he has to say on the matter at hand, then a stop at a public house for a bit of provincial finery"

Spencer quickly finishes his tea, and gathers himself to leave with Martin.


Keeping things straight: Spencer and Martin- Scotland Yard, followed by Dr. Trollope's house; Lucian- tracking down the household help, Victor- funeral parlor?


Male Human

Yessir.


Haita the Shepherd wrote:
Keeping things straight: Spencer and Martin- Scotland Yard, followed by Dr. Trollope's house; Lucian- tracking down the household help, Victor- funeral parlor?

That's the plan! Assuming we have time to stop at Scotland Yard before meeting with Dr. Trollope.


Male

I sign off on this plan.


Victor
Exiting the library, you take the tube to Westminster and find the Ames Funeral Home on lower Belgrave street. It is a somber single story building with a black awning over the entrance. A horse-drawn hearse sits outside. The building smells heavily of a mixture of flowers, like most funeral homes you've been to. A few black-clad mourners sign the registry for a wake currently taking place, some quietly glancing at you before quickly averting their eyes. You find an usher in the dimly lit foyer that quietly directs you to the funeral director, a Mr. Percival Hume. Mr. Hume is a balding bespectacled man in his mid-forties or fifties wearing a black suit with a white flower in the lapel. His office is tastefully decorated with various objects of good Christian devotion. After you explain your interest, Mr. Hume explains that he can't release any information- Victor resolves to explain that his interest is not in the least salacious...
I'll need a Credit Rating and then a Persuade roll from Victor.


This is where I admit that I have no idea how one would go about looking up a servant in London during the 1920s- so I'll say Lucian starts at the most logical place: the old Roby address. I'm going to also assume you guys have shared all pertinent information on the case, i.e. Grahame's address.

Lucian
Lucian parts ways with his opposite at the library, heading toward Curzon Street in Mayfair. He finds the late Mr. Herbert Roby's residence- a fine Georgian mansion standing in a walled and gated garden. The striking Mr. McAllistair rings for the doorman and present his case, asking if any of the servants of the previous owners were still on. The footman informs Lucian that none of them are employed here.
Lucian's Fast Talk: 1d100 ⇒ 30

But after a bit of cajoling, the man reveals that Mr. Grahame Roby has kept Mrs. Vetch the cook on at his current residence.

Lucian, how do you plan on going about meeting with Mr. Roby's cook?


Martin and Spencer
Departing the Roby residence in Belgravia, Spencer drives down to the Victoria Embankment overlooking the Thames where Scotland Yard has been moved about thirty years prior. The building bustles with uniformed bobbies and plain clothes detectives. At a high desk in the front, you present yourselves to a clerk- he asks that you take a seat while he rings Inspector Stephens. You wait for about twenty minutes, watching the officers and detectives bustling back and forth, sometimes bringing in people in handcuffs or meeting with what you presume to be witnesses or other people here on police business. Finally, from out of the crowd of detectives comes a tired-looking gentleman in an off the rack suit. At the direction of the desk clerk, Inspector Stephens approaches you.

"Hello, gentlemen, I'm Detective Sergeant Lorimer- Inspector Stephens is my superior officer. He's tied up with a witness right now; what is it you need?"

Please make a Credit Rating roll; it may also be wise to show the Detective Sergeant your letter from Grahame.


Male Human

CR - 1d100 ⇒ 89 V 60

Spencer can't but help keep looking around the offices half out of curiosity, half out of wondering if he might find familiar faces.

His distraction is a little obvious as he follows Martin.

"Martin, did you have that letter?"


Credit Rating: 1d100 ⇒ 8 = Success!

Martin nods and introduces himself and Spencer. "We have this letter from a Mr. Roby, who recommended that we speak to Inspector Stephens." He hands the letter over to the Detective Sergeant.

"We're acting as intermediaries between the family and their doctor. Would it be possible to ask a few questions?"


Male Human

"Mr Hume, I'm sure we can come to some sort of understanding."

Credit Rating:1d100 ⇒ 71

Persuade 1d100 ⇒ 93

Failed badly on both counts.


Male
Haita the Shepherd wrote:

Lucian

Lucian parts ways with his opposite at the library, heading toward Curzon Street in Mayfair. He finds the late Mr. Herbert Roby's residence- a fine Georgian mansion standing in a walled and gated garden. The striking Mr. McAllistair rings for the doorman and present his case, asking if any of the servants of the previous owners were still on. The footman informs Lucian that none of them are employed here.

But after a bit of cajoling, the man reveals that Mr. Grahame Roby has kept Mrs. Vetch the cook on at his current residence.

Lucian, how do you plan on going about meeting with Mr. Roby's cook?

"Actually, my man, I was really hoping that I'd be able to talk to the good Mrs. Vetch. I had dinner with Grahame and the meal was delectable - I'm of a mind to steal her from my friend, truth be told, and put her to work at my kitchen. If you could be a good fellow and relay as much to her, and my intention to meet with her at my residence to talk specifics at her convenience, perhaps I could be looking for a door-man, as well - if you catch my drift. We McAllistairs keep well-paid servants." Lucian gives the man a significant look and hands him a calling-card.

Fast Talk, at 65% for success 1d100 ⇒ 29


Victor Sixsmith wrote:

"Mr Hume, I'm sure we can come to some sort of understanding."

Credit Rating:1d100

Persuade 1d100

Failed badly on both counts.

"I am afraid we cannot, Mr. Sixsmith.", Mr. Hume responds with finality,"It is not and has never been this funeral parlor's policy to gossip about such matters. The privacy and sanctity of everyone we tend to is of the utmost importance to us. If there is nothing further, I have other matters to attend. Good day to you, sir."


Martin Poole wrote:

Credit Rating: 1d100 = Success!

Martin nods and introduces himself and Spencer. "We have this letter from a Mr. Roby, who recommended that we speak to Inspector Stephens." He hands the letter over to the Detective Sergeant.

"We're acting as intermediaries between the family and their doctor. Would it be possible to ask a few questions?"

Detective Sergeant Lorimer looks over the note and returns it to you.

"Very well, gentlemen. I'll answer your questions as best I can, but I'm not sure how much help I can be. Accompany me to my desk and I'll pull the file on the Roby murders."

Shortly before leaving the lobby, two bobbies bring in a raving derelict with a threadbare coat, a matted beard and stringy hair.
"THE KING! THE KING! LONDON SHALL BE BORN ANEW!", he shouts.
"Woudja shut yer sodding GOB already?!", the arresting officer curses as he drags him toward a side door.

You follow the detective through a warren of desks covered in papers, ringing telephones, police officers working over reports and speaking to eyewitnesses. At an oak desk next to a wood and glass partition, Detective Sergeant Lorimer motions that you should be seated at the two wooden chairs opposite his. He rummages around in the file cabinet behind his desk and pulls out a manilla envelope before taking a seat and flipping it open.

"Right. What do you need to know?"


Male Human

Spencer is still thinking of the strange derelict and his talk of 'The King'.

"Oh sorry, very unusual place this, rather a spectacle. We'd like a bit of a history of the case, a birds eye view if you will, then perhaps we can examine any particulars"


Lucian McAllistair wrote:
Haita the Shepherd wrote:

Lucian

Lucian parts ways with his opposite at the library, heading toward Curzon Street in Mayfair. He finds the late Mr. Herbert Roby's residence- a fine Georgian mansion standing in a walled and gated garden. The striking Mr. McAllistair rings for the doorman and present his case, asking if any of the servants of the previous owners were still on. The footman informs Lucian that none of them are employed here.

But after a bit of cajoling, the man reveals that Mr. Grahame Roby has kept Mrs. Vetch the cook on at his current residence.

Lucian, how do you plan on going about meeting with Mr. Roby's cook?

"Actually, my man, I was really hoping that I'd be able to talk to the good Mrs. Vetch. I had dinner with Grahame and the meal was delectable - I'm of a mind to steal her from my friend, truth be told, and put her to work at my kitchen. If you could be a good fellow and relay as much to her, and my intention to meet with her at my residence to talk specifics at her convenience, perhaps I could be looking for a door-man, as well - if you catch my drift. We McAllistairs keep well-paid servants." Lucian gives the man a significant look and hands him a calling-card.

Fast Talk, at 65% for success 1d100

The footman straightens up a bit.

"Why, yes sir. I'll have it over to her straight away Mr. McAllistair!", he says, tipping his hat with a gloved hand.

Leaving shortly thereafter, Lucian returns home (?) to paint and read a bit, packing for the excursion into the country tomorrow morning. A ring from the hall phone catches his attention. Picking up the receiver, Lucian hears a rather hesitant woman's voice on the other end.

"Hullo.", she begins, "...Would this be the McAllistair residence?"


Spencer Reeves wrote:

Spencer is still thinking of the strange derelict and his talk of 'The King'.

"Oh sorry, very unusual place this, rather a spectacle. We'd like a bit of a history of the case, a birds eye view if you will, then perhaps we can examine any particulars"

Detective Sergeant Lorimer looks over the report.

"All right...", he sighs,"Both bodies were discovered in the downstairs drawing room of the home, access to which was a hall door- smashed completely off it's hinges despite being unlocked. Mr. Herbert Roby's body had a gaping stab wound above the left collar bone and was completely drained of blood. Ms. Georgina Roby had two slicing wounds- one to the front torso, the other to the neck and head. One was left handed and one right handed, likely a heavy bladed instrument from a very powerful assailant. Forensics told us there were likely two separate weapons- one used on Herbert the other on Georgina. Grisly business and no weapons were found. It's thought the murders occurred around 10:45 pm, October 14th 1926."

He clears his throat.
"Upstairs, the glass balcony to Alexander Roby's bedroom was smashed in from outside and the junior Mr. Roby would not say how. Alexander claimed responsibility for the murders."

The detective looks up from the file, awaiting any questions.


Male
Haita the Shepherd wrote:


Leaving shortly thereafter, Lucian returns home (?) to paint and read a bit, packing for the excursion into the country tomorrow morning. A ring from the hall phone catches his attention. Picking up the receiver, Lucian hears a rather hesitant woman's voice on the other end.

"Hullo.", she begins, "...Would this be the McAllistair residence?"

"Why yes indeed - and is this the Mrs. Vetch I am waiting for? I'll be right down." Assuming this is Mrs. Vetch Lucian grabs his coat and gloves on the way down, greeting her at the door with them on.

"Good to meet you, Mrs. Vetch," the young debutante says warmly, shaking her hand. "Come, let's walk to someplace to have our discussion. Anyplace in particular you'd like to go? I for one would be glad for a stiff drink and some fine food."

As they walk, Lucian pauses for a moment. "Now Mrs. Vetch, I am afraid I must be honest with you. I am honestly not looking for a cook - while I'm sure your cooking is delectable, I simply have the damndest time finding my way home for scheduled suppers, and employing a cook would be quite a folly. I am looking, instead, for answers to some delicate questions - the answers to which could still be very lucrative. Do you follow?"


Still rattled by the outcry in the lobby, it takes Martin several seconds to fully parse what he was told.

"Alexander confessed to the crimes? What did he say happened with the weapons?


Martin Poole wrote:

Still rattled by the outcry in the lobby, it takes Martin several seconds to fully parse what he was told.

"Alexander confessed to the crimes? What did he say happened with the weapons?

"While he confessed, he wouldn't or couldn't provide any relevant details about the crime. Nor did he fit any profile we could assemble of the murderer- Alexander lacks the muscle for such a brutal assault, the staff reported him upstairs in his room and his clothing was spotless- nor could we find any bloody clothing in his bedroom or on the premises. Despite his assertion, we concluded that he was not the murderer even if he may have been disturbed as his behavior indicated."


Lucian McAllistair wrote:
Haita the Shepherd wrote:


Leaving shortly thereafter, Lucian returns home (?) to paint and read a bit, packing for the excursion into the country tomorrow morning. A ring from the hall phone catches his attention. Picking up the receiver, Lucian hears a rather hesitant woman's voice on the other end.

"Hullo.", she begins, "...Would this be the McAllistair residence?"

"Why yes indeed - and is this the Mrs. Vetch I am waiting for? I'll be right down." Assuming this is Mrs. Vetch Lucian grabs his coat and gloves on the way down, greeting her at the door with them on.

"Good to meet you, Mrs. Vetch," the young debutante says warmly, shaking her hand. "Come, let's walk to someplace to have our discussion. Anyplace in particular you'd like to go? I for one would be glad for a stiff drink and some fine food."

As they walk, Lucian pauses for a moment. "Now Mrs. Vetch, I am afraid I must be honest with you. I am honestly not looking for a cook - while I'm sure your cooking is delectable, I simply have the damndest time finding my way home for scheduled suppers, and employing a cook would be quite a folly. I am looking, instead, for answers to some delicate questions - the answers to which could still be very lucrative. Do you follow?"

Mrs. Vetch is a middle-aged woman with greying hair, neatly dressed and rather slim for a cook. She turns a bit red with embarrassment when you indicate that you had tricked her.

"Why, Mr. McAllistair...,"she says,"Ye shouldn't take the fun out of an old girl like me, I'm liable to have a coronary. It's lucky for me I planned to stay on with Mr. Roby anyhow. I'm no drinker, sir, and I'm a married Christian woman- a tea room would be to my liking. If yer delicate questions 're about Mr. Roby's business, I can tell ye nothin'- I'm just the cook as ye know..."


Male

"Then a tea room it will be, my good Christian woman," the artist says kindly, politely taking the cook's arm. "All on me, on account of my taking the fun out of you, of course."

Seated at the tea room, Lucian is the picture of generosity, ordering everything Mrs. Vetch seems to show interest in on the menu, idly chatting all the while. Once tea has been served, Lucian gets to the quick of the matter.

"Now about my questions - they're not strictly about your Mr. Roby, nor are the questions indelicate... In fact, what I'm interested in is a matter of public record, that I'm wondering what your eye-witness account might reveal."

"I'm an occasional author looking to write a crime thriller, and the case of your employer's brother interests me from a writerly perspective. I understand that you were employed with the family at the time of the... incident. I was just wondering what you could tell me of that terrible night, for the sake of my mining for authentic details."

Fast talk to gloss over the fact that Lucian is not, strictly or even loosely speaking, an author. v. 65%: 1d100 ⇒ 34


"Oh yes, I remember it perfect, I do.",Mrs. Vetch says, leaning in and speaking a bit lower,"It was late and I was ready to slug off for the night when I heard this high whistle from the upstairs. A minute later, there's a crash from the drawing room an' I hear poor Miss Georgina scream an' fall silent. Took a terrible fright I did. Mr. Lowell, he was the butler, he run into the drawing room and see Mr. Roby senior and poor Miss Georgina layed out on the floor. Louise and I took one look and we fell to a panic, so Mr. Dodd runs out to get a constable. I talk to the detective an' he says poor old Mr. Roby didn't have a drop of blood left in 'im! Mr. Alex was taken away by the bobbies after that, but then they sent 'im off for a rest cure."


Male Human

"Well thats rather vexing, nothing adds up very well at all. I admire the Yard's ability in getting something out of that tangled mess, especially when faced with such a gruesome crime and a disturbed fellow, on face value I am sure most would have been content with simlpy arithmetic"


"I'm curious about that broken window," Martin says, idly wondering if it would be appropriate to light a cigar. "Were there any evidence of others on the grounds? Footprints, torn clothing, any of the sort of Doyle-style signs of intruders? Am I correct in recalling that there has been no other arrest made?"


Martin Poole wrote:

"I'm curious about that broken window," Martin says, idly wondering if it would be appropriate to light a cigar. "Were there any evidence of others on the grounds? Footprints, torn clothing, any of the sort of Doyle-style signs of intruders? Am I correct in recalling that there has been no other arrest made?"


"It seems most likely it was some sort of intruder, but who they were and why they did it...",Lorimer begins,"... we're finding difficult to fill in. Nothing was stolen, of that much we're sure. No bloody footprints or shards of glass to indicate who may have burst open the window- and the fact that Alexander himself had been unharmed despite his window being so thoroughly shattered. The household help heard nothing..."

The Detective Sergeant rifles through the paperwork.

"... except for a whistle from the first floor. European first floor- above the ground floor. A curious whistle was found in Mr. Roby's bedroom and when the Detective Inspector sounded a note, the help agreed that it sounded similar. With no murder weapon to fingerprint, no clue of where Mr. H Roby's damn blood could have gone and nothing stolen the investigation hit a dead end. Alexander Roby was considered unfit and committed, so there's no interrogating him further."


"Well that does provide some interesting information I did not know. So as far as the Yard is concerned, this amounts to an unsolved murder?" Martin taps his fingers on the table restlessly. If Alexander is not guilty, why is Mr. Roby so insistent that he remain in hospital, he wonders to himself.


Martin Poole wrote:
"Well that does provide some interesting information I did not know. So as far as the Yard is concerned, this amounts to an unsolved murder?" Martin taps his fingers on the table restlessly. If Alexander is not guilty, why is Mr. Roby so insistent that he remain in hospital, he wonders to himself.

"Unfortunately, yes. We've been unable to put together any conclusive evidence, nor has anyone stepped forward. If, during your research, you gentlemen come up with anything please call us immediately; I'm certain the family will be eager for any sort of closure they can be given."

Detective Sergeant Lorimer closes the file.

"Is there anything else you'll need or shall I return this and bid you both good afternoon?"


Male Human

"Well thank you for that sir, it provides an interesting set of circumstances to bear in mind. Most certainly we will contact you should something arise out of the ordinary, or should some noew information come to light"


Male
Haita the Shepherd wrote:
"Oh yes, I remember it perfect, I do.",Mrs. Vetch says, leaning in and speaking a bit lower,"It was late and I was ready to slug off for the night when I heard this high whistle from the upstairs. A minute later, there's a crash from the drawing room an' I hear poor Miss Georgina scream an' fall silent. Took a terrible fright I did. Mr. Lowell, he was the butler, he run into the drawing room and see Mr. Roby senior and poor Miss Georgina layed out on the floor. Louise and I took one look and we fell to a panic, so Mr. Dodd runs out to get a constable. I talk to the detective an' he says poor old Mr. Roby didn't have a drop of blood left in 'im! Mr. Alex was taken away by the bobbies after that, but then they sent 'im off for a rest cure."

"Ah, the miraculous panacea of the rest cure," Lucian says wryly. "What about Grahame - Mr. Roby the younger? Where was he during this whole debacle? And how did he respond?"

Hey, RL blew up on me - posting has become a lot less convenient, and thus may become more erratic. Apologies for any inconvenience this may cause.


Lucian McAllistair wrote:
Haita the Shepherd wrote:
"Oh yes, I remember it perfect, I do.",Mrs. Vetch says, leaning in and speaking a bit lower,"It was late and I was ready to slug off for the night when I heard this high whistle from the upstairs. A minute later, there's a crash from the drawing room an' I hear poor Miss Georgina scream an' fall silent. Took a terrible fright I did. Mr. Lowell, he was the butler, he run into the drawing room and see Mr. Roby senior and poor Miss Georgina layed out on the floor. Louise and I took one look and we fell to a panic, so Mr. Dodd runs out to get a constable. I talk to the detective an' he says poor old Mr. Roby didn't have a drop of blood left in 'im! Mr. Alex was taken away by the bobbies after that, but then they sent 'im off for a rest cure."

"Ah, the miraculous panacea of the rest cure," Lucian says wryly. "What about Grahame - Mr. Roby the younger? Where was he during this whole debacle? And how did he respond?"

Hey, RL blew up on me - posting has become a lot less convenient, and thus may become more erratic. Apologies for any inconvenience this may cause.

Mrs. Vetch takes a sip of her tea.

"Mr. Grahame was at a function, as I recall. He's got quite a few of them- between the bank and his circle of friends, his evenings are always quite busy. Sure he was quite upset: that was his father and his sister all at once. Mr. Grahame's got a stiff upper lip, though- a proper Englishman. It all fell to him to settle the family business, what with Mr. Alexander bein' packed off, and he settled everything as was proper. That's when he brought me on at his own home."


No more questions for the Detective? Anything Victor wants to follow up on?

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