September 9th, 1933
Al's Allnighter near the Westbury Hotel
Seamus considers Stanley's suggestion, "My only concern there is whether the cops would ask us how exactly we got that name I mean would the kid really know the guy's name? Hansen is already got an eye on our employers that'll really set him off"
Mickey shakes his head, "I think it's a great idea Mick, how can the coppers say he doesn't know?"
Gretchen purses her lips and offers, "Perhaps zis killer will show up at zee Commander's funeral?"
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September 9th, 1933
Westbury Hotel - Alphonso
The clerk's eyes go wide, "All right, for ten bucks I'll let you look in the room for a bit!"
As you arrive n the floor an officer near the Commander's room glares at you but does not say anything.
Alphonso will head vack and alert the group of his findings
Crossing her arms and scowling, That is unfortunate. So are we going with this press conferance idea. I am certain Mr. St. Claire could be persuaded to remember that man. We did stay in the same hotel after all.
You're all so caught up in seeing this man as the killer to even think it all through. If he is the killer, which does seem likely, then why did he kill the Commander? Was he just some hired thug, given some money in exchange for a corpse? Or does this go further? I think I'll try and ask around, see if I can't find any information on this guy. Maybe he can tell us who hired him and why they wanted the Commander dead. If nothing else though, maybe this press conference will help to draw him out.
Standing from his seat, Dr. Roman heads off to see what he can find on the man. With a name and a description, surely someone would have something. But turning up nothing could prove to be just as informative.
Hesitating for a moment while watching Dr. Roman leave, He has a point. We have let ourselves get caught up in everything and we are ready to condemn this man with little information.
"I don't think it's so much 'condemning him' as it is 'legitimately pointing the police in the direction of a person of particular interest to their investigation,'" suggests Stanley. "Please bear in mind that this is the United States and there are laws in place that determine where and how the evidence can be procured. Unless we plan on taking justice into our own hands, then we have to be extremely careful how involved we get lest we inadvertently taint the evidence and, at best, cause the case to be thrown out of court. Or, at worst, become implicated ourselves in the actual killer's stead. I admit I'm not an expert at such things, and would defer to a an actual lawyer if possible, but I know just enough to know that we have to tread lightly, and remember that our ultimate goal should be to work with the systems that are already in place, and to avoid circumventing them unless there are no reasonable alternatives." He pushes his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose, and realizes that he's said more to more people tonight that he usually does, and starts to feel a little sweat beading upon his brow from all the attention. Without really thinking about it he loosens his collar a little to get some extra airflow.
Meeley -
Adrian -
Reginald -
Phoebe -
Yes, Meeley will inform them.
Sitting with the young man and calmly explaining what has been going on followed by what they need him to do. It is very likely that you met him at the hotel before all of this happened.
Alphonso will attempt to assist the presser as more press more investment
Stanley, having already over-extended his personally comfortable share of the attention, will attempt to assist in the digging up of information on Sothcott. Research is something that he's far more comfortable with, having spent a great deal of time working in R&D for Curtiss. He agrees that the plan is far more likely to work as planned if Starkweather and Moore are aware of it, and as such they need to know. He's not sure whether they would approve of the tactic, but hopes that he can impress upon them that the move is one of the few ways to get their information out there without making it obvious that they've been interfering with the proceedings, however slightly.
If that's the case of me needing to get 20 better, I'm incapable of doing this.
My Library Use total is 10. So I was not successful.
My Library Use total is 10. So I was not successful.
September 10th, 1933
Meeley and Alphonso working together are able to pull together a press conference at the shipyards for 10 am.
September 10th, 1933 - Phoebe
Christopher grimaces at Phoebe, "As long as you think that he was the culprit that struck the Commander. I do not remember much but he does not sound like the an who accosted me.
Arnault decides to go along with and help Dr Roman dig up information on this Anthony Sothcott.
" let me come along vith you and lend a hand Doctor Roman. Diggink zrough records and such can be tedious vork, but I am vell suited to it... "
September 10th, 1933 - Morning - Stanley
Stanley accompanies Seamus to the hotel room of Starkweather and Moore early the next morning. They inform them of the findings from the prior night and of the intent to hold a press conference today.
Moore remains silent contemplating what he has heard but Starkweather explodes. "You want to draw more attention to us? I am looking to get out of here within the next four days! How can we take Christopher with us if he is part of an active investigation involving a murder! What if these revelations convince the police to hold us here indefinitely!?"
September 10th, 1933 - Morning - Meeley and Alphonso and Phoebe
While Stanley and Seamus are having a discussion with Starkweather and Moore, Meeley is coordinating security for the press conference with David Packard who Phoebe introduced her to. David is tall and handsome in a rugged sort of way and catches Meeley's attention immediately.
Alphonso stands near the security gate to ensure that only the reporters invited attend the press conference and no others.
Soon enough it is time for the conference and to the makeshift stage comes Christopher and Phoebe to stand besides Meeley and Alphonso.
September 10th, 1933 - Morning through Mid-Day - Arnault, Stanley, and Adrian
Arnault and Adrian head to the Library to review articles to see if this Anthony Sothcott comes up under any searches.
Stanley meanwhile after his meeting with Moore ans Starkweather heads to the Department of State in New York to check on Sothcott.
"Thank you all for coming here. We, as members of the Starkweather and Moore expedition, have grown worried about some of the incidents that have been plaguing our preparation and departure, and wish to make a statement in support of them, as well as tell the public important information about those accidents. Please hear us and we will answer questions after our declaration."
An odd result of years spent working in research and development of new technologies, Stanley is actually slightly more comfortable interacting with people when he's put on the defensive regarding his theories and ideas.
"With all due respect, Mister Starkweather," he starts off, calmly. "The additional attention drawn to this expedition should be small compared the attention this throws on this mysterious Mister Sothcott. So far he's been working as an agent of the shadows, unseen and unknown. I'm aware of your opinion about Detective Hanson. As much as he seemed to be dawdling on this investigation, how long do you think it would have taken him to come up with this man? Greater than or less than the four days in which you wanted to leave? With a public declaration, it serves both to remove the suspect from his ability act with anonymity and, I'd expect, should simultaneously force the police to act faster than they otherwise might have been inclined, thanks to public pressure." He takes a moment to adjust his tie and his glasses.
"As for Master Saint Claire, perhaps this might convince the police that they merely need him as opposed to all the rest of us. I believe the expedition would be just fine if it were forced to leave without him. I'm sure he's a capable young man normally, but I'd question the wisdom of bringing him to the bottom of the world while he's recovering from a head wound anyway. I see no reason why he couldn't simply stay here if the investigation needs him to, especially if by doing so it might free up the rest of us to proceed on time. Seems a much more impactful role than observer would be, if it comes to that."
With this new information about Mister Sothcott, Stanley is further convinced that moving quickly is the right move, if only to prevent the man from anonymously slipping back out of the country when his visa expires.
September 10th, 1933 - Phoebe
Christopher grimaces at Phoebe, "As long as you think that he was the culprit that struck the Commander. I do not remember much but he does not sound like the an who accosted me.
Raising an eyebrow at him, Have you remembered something?
As discretely as possible Phoebe nudges Alphonso to hopefully encourage him into speaking. Not really sure why anyone would bother to listen to her.
September 10th, 1933 - Phoebe
Raising an eyebrow at him, Have you remembered something?
Christopher shakes his head, "Not really but the description does not seem to fit what I do remember. The man was not so large and had no accent when he did speak to me".
Moor chimes in, "I agree with Stanley James. What did we send they and Seamus to investigate for if we do not use that information for something".
Starkweather turns beet red and frowns, "Fine then. Do it but we'll not be showing up to make any statements that is for sure! Once that is over with you should all look into the Acacia Lexington Expedition, I would bet this man was hired by them!"
Moore nods to you and begins to walk you out, "I hope you are right on this Mr. Chastain".
September 10th, 1933 - Phoebe
Christopher shakes his head, "Not really but the description does not seem to fit what I do remember. The man was not so large and had no accent when he did speak to me".
Perhaps you could say you hear them together or that he referenced that man when he spoke to you?
"I really hope so, too," Stanley says, frankly. He nods at Starkweather. "Don't worry, there isn't any need for you to speak publicly on this one. I just wanted to make you both aware of the plan that we'd come up with before we put it into execution. I'll make sure to devote our next energies are devoted to discovering a link between the two, if there is one as you suspect."
Stanley breathes a deep sigh of relief one he gets back away from Starkweather and Moore. He's glad he was able, admittedly with Moore's help, to get them to agree to the plan. He'll next find the others and give them the good news and Starkweather's suggestion of a link between their man and the Lexington expedition before heading off to do the already-planned research on Mister Sothcott.
" Hmm, zis could be a lead... Vhat do you zink Dr Roman? Vee could go and speak to zis reporter Villiam Hawkes and see if he knows anyzink more about Sothcott? "
September 10th, 1933 - Morning -
Christopher takes a step forward but turns to Alphonso before stepping up to the podium. The lights flashing and the reporters chatter seems to have set the normally overconfident youngster on his heels a bit.
September 10th, 1933 - Morning through Mid-Day -
Alphonso will stand and approach the podium straightening himself a bit and ensuring the suit he is wearing is in place
allow me to first introduce myself as a banker and consultant to this expedition, Alphonso Wolf, of Goldman and Sachs firm. We at the firm have the highest faith and expectations in this expedition and its members and feel it is a worthy endeavor and excellent investment for scientific knowledge as well as a chance to have ones name connected to one of the greatest advetureous endevors men have attempted. Those seeking such should see myself prior to the expeditions date of departure. In addition, we find adequate proof that a man calling himself Anthony Sothcott with a large muscular build and dark hair with German accent was seen near the commander at the time of his untimely demise and should be brought tp question. In addition the commander was investigating into Acadia Lexington expidition and with the many misfortunes recently it is not without suspicion of sabotage that we cast our eyes also in that direction and ask for increased protections by our cities finest, the fine men of our police force over our expidition and its people until its departure. Thank you all
Offering Christopher a small smile of encouragement and whispering to him, It will be ok. Just breath. Oh God that is a lot of people. Don't panic. I am not talking to them and panicking will make the boy panic. Breath.
September 10th, 1933 - Morning -
The crowd murmurs and seems to want to ask questions but as Alphonso steps down after his speech Christopher quickly steps up to the podium, "I am Christopher St. Claire. My family has spent money on this Expedition that I may have an experience unique among my peers. But this Expedition has proven dangerous so far for me. I am lucky though that I was found before the waters of your harbor could take me away as they did the Commander.
From what I do remember, the man who struck me fit the description of this Anthony Sothcott. It is a coincidence that both of our bodies were fund in the waters within a day of one another? I cannot believe that to be the case. Therefore, I would direct the fine police of this city to begin investigating this man, whoever he truly is, and bring him to justice. This will give myself, the crew, and the relatives of the Commander piece of mind".
Christopher's announcement is followed by a flurry of questions that he manages quite well to answer. He steps down off of the podium and David Packard stands up to the podium. "That is all the time we have. Thank you for coming. No further questions will be answered at this time". Many of the reporters ask for Starkweather or Moore but they are ignored as Packard brings you all back onto the ship and away from the reporters still screaming questions.
September 10th, 1933 - Afternoon - 2 PM -
Those of you who researched more information on Anthony Sothcott meet up with the Expedition members who handeled the press conference. There with you all once more are Gretchen and Seamus. Mickey takes Christopher off ship and to the police station as Detective Hanson demanded a statement from the lad after the press conference news came to the attention of the Police.
Seamus starts the discussion, "Well, did we learn anything more about this Anthony Sothcott?"
"I discovered from the State Department that he is, indeed, a foreign national in the country under a tourist visa," Stanley Reports. "He entered the country six weeks ago, and his visa is set to expire in a two weks, at which point he might have disappeared from the radar forever. His listed occupation is 'investigator,' which is a pretty broad term, probably intended to be so broad it's meaningless." He snaps his fingers as something pops back into his head. "Also, I just remembered, Starkweather asked me to relay that he wishes us to investigate the Lexington expedition. He's under the impression that Sothcott was likely working for her."
September 10th, 1933 - Afternoon - 2 PM -
Seamus snorts, ”Starkweather blames her when he has a bad night’s sleep, there is history there to be sure but that doesn’t mean she is behind these sabotages”.
Dr. Roman chimes in, "We, well actually Arnault, found an article from a month ago discussing the fact that there are many Expeditions planned to the Antarctic for the upcoming year. The name of Sothcott appears in the article as a source for the reporter William Hawkes. It seems that perhaps this Hawkes may know Sothcott's whereabouts. He works at the New York Herald Tribune".
The Dr. pauses, "I have given this whole situation great thought. In only a single day since I was invited one of the crew was attacked and left for dead and another murdered. Something odd and very very dangerous is taking place here. I am opting out of this trip, as I understand it, I am not the first among your group to opt out. I suggest you all do the same if you value your lives more than money".
That said, the Dr. steps out of the mess hall and off of the ship. Christopher sighs, "I agree with the Dr. The level of danger here is something I am accustomed to while in an exotic locale, not before the expedition even leaves it origin point! I'll be heading back to my family and hope the money we sunk can be earned back as I search for some other way to find lost treasures of a bygone age".
Reginald arrives as Christopher is leaving. "Greetings my friends. I have been conducting some research of my own on this place to which the Expedition is bound and I am sorry to say I have found very little above what Dr. Abbot shared with me before he sent me here. I will share that with you now”.
He disseminates the following documents for you all to read.
The Arkham Advertiser reported on the expedition to the bottom of the world led by Geologist Dr. William Dyer, one of Arkham’s own sons!
December 1, 1930
The expedition landed at Ross Island in the Ross Sea. After several tests of the drilling gear and trips to Mt. Erebus and other local sights, the land party, consisting of 20 men and 55 dogs plus gear, assembled a semi-permanent camp on the barrier not far away and readied their five big Dornier aircraft for flight.
December 9, 1930
The party established a second base camp on the Polar Plateau beyond the top of the Beardmore Glacier (Lat 86d7m Long E174d23m) and did a lot more drilling and blasting in that vicinity.
December 13-15, 1930
Pabodie, Gedney, and Carroll climbed Mt. Nansen many fascinating fossil finds were made using the drill rig.
January 6, 1931
Lake, Dyer, Pabodie, Daniels, and ten others flew directly over the South Pole in two aircraft, being forced down once for several hours by high winds. Several other observation flights were made to points of less noteworthiness during the week before and after.
January 10, 1930
Lake, Pabodie, and five others set out via sled to probe overland into unknown lands. This expedition was scientifically successful as more fossils were unearthed.
January 22, 1931
The agenda of the trip was changed on this day as it was decided to send a very large party northeastward under Lake’s command. The party consisted of 4 planes, 12 men, 36 dogs, and all of the drilling and blasting equipment. Later that same day the expedition landed about 300 miles east and drilled and blasted up a new set of samples, containing some very exciting Cambrian fossils.
Late on the same day, Lake’s party announced the sighting of a new mountain range far higher than any heretofore seen in the Antarctic. Its estimated position was at Lat 76d15m, Long E113d10m. It was described as a very broad range with suspicions of volcanism present. One of the planes was forced down in the foothills and was damaged in the landing. Two other craft landed there as well and set up camp, while Lake and Carroll, in the fourth plane, flew along the new range for a short while up close. Very strange angular formations, columns, and spiracles were reported in the highest peaks. Lake estimated the range peaks may top 35,000 feet.
January 23, 1931
Lake commented on the likelihood of vicious gales in the region, and announced that they were beginning a drilling probe near the new camp.
The rest of that same day was filled with fantastic, exciting news that rocked the scientific world. A borehole had drilled through into a cave, and blasting had opened up the hole wide enough to enter. The interior of the limestone cave was a treasure trove of wonderful fossil finds in unprecedented quantity. After this discovery, the messages no longer came directly from Lake but were dictated from notes that Lake wrote while at the digsite and sent to the transmitter by runner.
Into the afternoon the reports poured in. Amazing amounts of material were found in the hole, some as old as the Silurian and Ordovician ages, some as recent as the Oligocene period. Nothing found was more recent than 30 million years ago.
Later that evening Orrendorf and Watkins discovered a huge barrelshaped fossil of wholly unknown nature. Mineral salts apparently preserved the specimen with minimal calcification for an unknown period of time. Unusual flexibility remained in the tissues, though they were extremely tough. The creature was over six feet in length and seems to have possessed membraneous fins or wings. Given the unique nature of the find, all hands were searching the caves looking for more signs of this new organism type.
January 24, 1931
In the early morning hours Lake reported that the fourteen specimens had been brought by sled from the dig site to the main camp and laid out in the snow. The creatures were extremely heavy and also very tough. Lake began his attempt at dissection on one of the more perfect specimens, but found that he could not cut it open without risking great damage to delicate structures, so he exchanged it for one of the more damaged samples.
Just before sunrise, strong winds rising, all hands at Lake’s Camp were set to building hurried snow barricades for the dogs and the vehicles. As a probable storm was on the way, air flight was out of the question for the moment. Lake went to bed exhausted.
No further word was received from Lake’s camp. Huge storms that morning threatened to bury even Dyer at the base camp. At first it was assumed that Lake’s radios were out, but continued silence from all four transmitter sets was worrisome. Dyer called up the spare plane to explore Lake’s digsite once the storm had subsided.
January 25, 1931
Dyer’s rescue expedition left base camp with 10 men, 7 dogs, a sled, and a lot of hope, piloted by McTighe. They took off at 7:15 a.m. and were at Lake’s Camp by noon. Several upper-air gales made the journey difficult. Landing was reported by McTighe at Lake’s camp at noon; the rescue party was on the ground safely.
A radio announcement was sent to the world that Lake’s entire party had been killed, and the camp all but obliterated by incredibly fierce winds the night before. Gedney’s body was missing, presumed carried off by wind; the remainder of the team were dead and so grievously torn and mangled that transporting the remains was out of the question. Lake’s dogs were also dead.
In addition, the bulk of the specimens had been blown away or buried by the snow leaving only a few small, damaged specimens left for inspection.
It was decided that an expedition in a lightened plane would fly into the higher peaks of the range before everyone returned home.
January 26, 1931
Early morning report by Dyer talked about his trip with Danforth into the mountains. He described the incredible difficulty in gaining the altitude necessary to reach even the lowest of the passes at 24,000 feet; he confirmed Lake’s opinion that the higher peaks were of very primal strata unchanged since at least Comanchian times.
He discussed the large cuboid formations on the mountainsides, and mentioned that approaches to these passes seemed quite navigable by ground parties but that the rarefied air makes breathing at those heights a very real problem. Dyer described the land beyond the mountain pass as a “lofty and immense super-plateau as ancient and unchanging as the mountains themselves—twenty thousand feet in elevation, with grotesque rock formations protruding through a thin glacial layer and with low gradual foothills between the general plateau surface and the sheer precipices of the highest peaks.” The Dyer group spent the day burying the bodies and collecting books, notes, etc., for the trip home.
January 28, 1931
The planes returned to McMurdo sound and the expedition, heavy of heart - packed and left the seventh continent.
The report praises Lake’s work again and again, but carefully turns aside from sensationalism. The “Pre-Cambrian footprints” referred to in the newspaper accounts of the day are identified as the fossilized imprints of some incredibly ancient form of sea-dwelling plant life, similar to the more recent well-preserved specimens found by Lake’s party in the fossil cave.
These are discussed at length, and the remaining evidence catalogued; the specimens are identified from Lake’s notes and drawings as a large thick-bodied plant similar to kelp. Lake’s description of the specimens as “animals” with “internal organs” is dismissed as scientific error resulting from over-excitement, lack of rest, and possible “snow craze”; his soapstone “carvings” are likewise dismissed as unusual water-shaped soapstone fragments. No physical specimens were brought north; the ones excavated by Lake were reportedly lost when the blizzard destroyed the camp.
The remainder of fossil finds, bones, and imprints of a wide variety of plant and animal species are well represented in the collection and the report. These paint a fascinating biological history of the Antarctic continent, confirming the notion that
Antarctica was once a warm and verdant land and lending substantial support to evidence of continental drift. Dyer is at a loss to explain the disaster at the camp, though his sorrow and regret are very clear. He concludes from the state of the remains that the men of the party would almost certainly have died from the blizzard in any case, but lays the blame for the destruction of the dogs and dispersal of the evidence upon a person or persons unknown—possibly the student George Gedney, who ran amok during the hours of the storm.
The terrible desolation, the cold and dismal conditions, the thin unhealthy air, and the hours of overwork are cited as contributing factors. He discusses the anomalous mountain range in some detail, confirming Lake’s broadcast opinion that the great peaks are of Archaean slate and other very primal crumpled strata unchanged for at least a hundred million years. He discusses without analysis the odd clinging cubical formations on the mountainsides, hypothesizes that the cave mouths indicate dissolved calcareous veins, and expresses his concern that a model for the preservation of such relatively soft stone in peaks of such great height has not been made.
Of the lands beyond the higher peaks he says little, describing them only as “a lofty and immense super-plateau as ancient and unchanging as the mountains themselves— twenty thousand feet in elevation, with grotesque rock formations showing through a thin glacial layer and with low gradual foothills between the general plateau surface and the sheer precipices of the highest peaks.
Reginald continues, ”Dr. Abbot sent me here quite literally yesterday to assist and look after the University’s best interests. My belief is that this trip should be postponed until the killer is found. I do not believe it to be this Sothcott. I believe it to be an original member of the Expedition that Miskatonic U. sent to the Antarctic. Why I do not know. I think my help is best served returning to the University and obtaining more information for you before you leave. Assuming any of you still want to go…”
Meeley seems unabashed.
"I still plan to go. If a killer is here, the Antarctic is a good place to be, far away from him."
"It's true that one man's suspicions mean nothing," Stanley respons to Seamus, shrugging. "But if we end up with the spare time, it couldn't hurt to explore that line of inquiry. With the departure date looming as it is, that time may be too valuable to be sure, but if they keep us here... the worst that can happen is we find nothing."
"Indeed, I committed to this expedition as well," he grimly agrees. "I'm quite certain that we should be able to correct the mistakes of the previous expedition, and the state of the art has advanced in many areas since then. Despite the strange start we have going, there should be nothing down there to fear, except the elements for which can be adequately prepared for."
Looking over at her friend with a rather mournful look, I do not have much to stay for Seamus.
Glancing over at the others that are leaving, I understand the desire to leave the expedition. I wish you the best of luck.
I am committed to see this through. What ever is here if it doea follow us must then be on a ship and should be easier to find. I suggest then we do a complete inventory of the ship, equipment, and crew prior to departure.
September 10th, 1933 - Afternoon - 2 PM -
Reginald nods, "Then I shall take the train back up to Arkham this afternoon and hopefully have the information you need by the 12th. If you leave the 14th you may need the 13th to root out a villain in your midst. Good luck and Godspeed. I'll be on my way. Nice to have met you all".
Reginald departs.
Seamus shakes his head, "And another one is off. I'll take Mickey and the Father, he told me he fought in the war so he's accustomed to some rough stuff I'm sure and the three of us will follow up on the Sothcott lead with the Reporter Hawkes.
The rest of you eggheads prepare for the trip and pull the manifest like Alphonso said. Agreed?"
Meeley nods.
Yes
Alphonso will make his way and pick up his two duffel bags and then go to the local shop and buy up a complete winter survival kit maximum cold weather gear three sets, boots gloves etc as well as a magnifying glass and some oil(5) and waterproof matches (5 packs) and put those in mason jars one each for another bag, finally a very good waterproof seachest with two locks and a set of spare keys and then transport all those to the ship and see about checking into a state room since he is with Goldman and Sachs, a main investor...
"Sounds like a plan," agrees Stanley. Going over manifests seems like it would be much easier than talking to more people. He takes a special interest in those that have signed on either most recently, or just a few days before things started to get strange.
September 10th, 1933 -
As you return to your rooms, you each find a note in your rooms slid under the door.
Dear Sir or Madam,
You must listen to this warning. There will be no others. After this, only action remains. I do not expect any of you to understand my reasons, but all that is necessary is that you act. Consider this a threat if you like. A most earnest threat.
The expedition must not sail south. Captain Douglas was only the first to die. If you persist in your brave blind hopes you will all perish. Only those who turn back are safe. I hope that you will be among them.
Let the dead lie peacefully with their secrets. They are the only ones who are beyond pain. Nothing awaits upon the ice but suffering and a bitter ending that I will do anything to help you avoid. Yes, help: even death is a blessing compared to what lies in wait. I suppose you will blame me for everything. I don’t mind, even though it’s not true. There are forces at work here that you do not understand, and I have to be content with that. The deadliest sin, sometimes, is in the understanding; and the most damned are those who explain.
Please. I urge you. Turn away. Tell the others. For your own sake, for all of us, turn back while you can. There is nothing more that I dare say.
Most Sincerely,
A better friend than you will ever know.
September 11th, 1933 -
Shaken by the most recent note, the Investigators bear down on their duties in preparing for the trip and ensure that all of the provisions they need are in order.
Starkweather and Moore give another press conference in the morning to discuss the fate of the Commander and give their condolences to his family.
By mid-day, a package from Reginald arrives, the manifest of the original trip.
Professors
Atwood - Physicist and meteorologist, also knew sextant and compass navigation. At Lake’s Camp. Dead.
Dyer - Geologist, also knows sextant and compass navigation. Can pilot, but not well. Led the rescue at Lake’s Camp.
Lake - Biologist, leader of the Lake’s Camp group. Dead.
Pabodie - The engineer who made the drill. Knows sextant and compass navigation, and was in on the Lake’s Camp rescue.
Graduate Students
Brennan - Physicist. Dead.
Carroll - Geologist and pilot. Ascended Mt. Nansen with Pabodie and Gedney. He flew Lake to the mountains. Dead.
Danforth - Biologist and pilot. Knows navigation with sextant. “Brilliant young man” rescued at Lake’s Camp.
Daniels - Biologist and pilot. Dead.
Gedney - Engineer. Ascended Mt. Nansen with Pabodie and Carroll. At Lake’s Camp he operated the Pabodie Device. Missing and presumed dead.
Moulton - Geologist, paleontologist, radio operator, fair pilot (crashed plane). At Lake’s Camp. Dead.
Ropes - Physicist and pilot. With the Lake’s Camp rescue attempt.
Mechanics
Boudreau - At Lake’s Camp. Dead.
Fowler - At Lake’s Camp. Dead.
McTighe - Base operator/radio operator, Dyer’s Camp; pilot, Lake’s Camp rescue.
Mills - At Lake’s Camp. Dead.
Orrendorf - At Lake’s Camp. Dead.
Sherman - Cache operator, McMurdo Sound; pilot, Lake’s Camp rescue.
Watkins - At Lake’s Camp. Dead.
Williamson - With the Lake’s Camp rescue attempt.
Wylie - With the Lake’s Camp rescue attempt.
Sailors
Gunnarson - At Dyer’s Camp (from McMurdo Sound); with the Lake’s Camp rescue attempt.
Larsen - At Dyer’s Camp (from McMurdo Sound); with the Lake’s Camp rescue attempt.