Archive for April, 2013

Our Souls Need Saving

Tuesday, April 23rd, 2013

Part of a manuscript is handed to us by a researcher that worked for Henry Hancock, and we seek the rest of it. Apparently, the local doctor is a bit of a scholar and helped translate the scrap, so we visit him to see if there is any more to the manuscript. There is, and […]

Investigator Extraordinaire

Thursday, April 18th, 2013

Tommy Hayes is in the pub this evening. A small village in Scotland seems like an odd place to be for a Londoner who is reputed to have stabbed a man to death. What is he up to? I decide to tail him to find out. 'He gets up from the bar and goes upstairs.' […]

What's More Believable?

Thursday, April 18th, 2013

Herpderp, not his real surname, returns to the investigation after a short disappearance. We get him updated as to what's happened. 'Castle picked a couple of locks successfully, one on his first attempt.' 'And you have Mummy Rot. One of these statements is not true.' 'Dammit, I must have Mummy Rot. What are my updated […]

Right Answer, Wrong Story

Thursday, April 11th, 2013

We get the artefact out of Hancock's home and to a place of relative safety. Now we can get the police involved, but how? We broke in to the home to find Henry's corpse, and can't really tell the police that without incriminating ourselves. 'We need to get our story straight before we go to […]

Picking Open the Plot

Thursday, April 11th, 2013

Poking around the house of Henry Hancock has us delving in to his basement. In one of the rooms we discover a secret chamber behind a false wood panel, which apparently has been overlooked by whoever has ransacked the nearby study. The heavy iron box in the chamber may have been what the intruders were […]

Or We Could Wait for it to Rust

Thursday, April 4th, 2013

The obvious first place to look for Henry Hancock, the gentleman apparently in distress, is in his home, in the village he was staying at. After settling in to our accommodation the previous evening, we make our way up to the house to investigate. We ring the bell, knock on the door, and get no […]

Drinking Problem

Thursday, April 4th, 2013

Apart from Harry Herpderp, not his real surname, attempting to pickle his organs, the liner journey across the Atlantic is uneventful. We arrive on the west coast of Scotland and travel by train and car to the east. Once there, Herpderp continues where he left off. 'Whisky', he says, when we enter a local pub. […]