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‘Agreed, Mr. Grey. We should return to the Manor. The night is no longer young, and the rumble of thunder in the distance suggests that we make haste. Apparently, the gale had not blown itself out. We should be expecting more severe weather soon.’
Nodding in thanks to Mr. Grey, I led Mlle. Lépine and myself out the door of the boathouse. The trek back to the manor was not as difficult as I thought it would be. Probably because we already knew the general way back. The fading light of the hearth beckoned us. The forbidding stone walls promised warmth and safety.
Apparently, all the butlers have gone to bed, which signalled to us that the hour had long passed decency. I saw that my cloak which I had lent out to Madame Talia earlier, hanging on a hook to dry. She must have retired early, befitting her frail form and countenance. I too must seek my bed for my day had been long. But there were voices coming from the library. My curiosity overrode my tiredness as I headed towards the library.
The great sturdy Oaken doors opened up to a fabulous room top filled with books of all sorts. Inside I found Mr. Liam and Det. Lovejoy perusing through the study. A short greeting announced my presence, and I began to fill them with the details of our find in the woods. The significance of the name, Laura Charlesworth, was yet to be known, but this study offered an enormous opportunity to solve that particular mystery. Mr. Liam had proceeded to fill up the gaps in our knowledge while we were out. It seemed that they had a fruitful evening too.
The markings on the ring, I-C-O-R-X-I-I-I-V-X-I-M-C, was clearly visible once we’re indoors. And then I saw the strangely book on the table beside the chair. The language was beyond my capacity to read it. The shape of the book was even stranger.
‘Lady and Gentlemen, This clue on the ring is beyond my comprehension. So too is this book on the lamp table. It seems that these two things are related. Plus, the name of Laura Charlesworth, is somehow connected to these two objects. Perhaps she’s the owner of both, and thus, that’s the connection. I, however, have no prove of this as of yet. I have an idea that the inscription on the ring may be referring to the page numbers in the book. Again, this is pure speculation on my part. The Diary that we found is bereft of its original content. So that is pretty much a dead-end for us, I’m afraid. The Professor has retired to bed, and thus we should not bother him until the morn.’
I look closely again at the ring and its minute inscription. I turned it around to say C-M-I-X-V-I-I-I-X-R-O-C-I, and it still did not make sense. Perhaps it’s an inscription in Latin. J-C-O-R-X-I-I-I-U-X-J-M-C. The details of the book by the lamp-table was not too clear. It would seem that the solution to the puzzle of the inscription could be found in there.
But I could hardly keep my eyes opened. So I made the decision to retire to the warmth of my bed. The mystery can be solved in the morning, when body and mind are less tired.
‘Well, Lady and Gentlemen, I bid you all a good night. I’m retiring for the night. Perhaps the sun of the morning will provide us the necessary light and frame of mind to solve this mystery that we have. Besides, the rumbling thunder outside suggests that the storm may not be over, so we’ll have plenty of time. Good Night, Gentlemen. Mlle. Lépine, would you like me to escort you to your bedchamber?’
‘Agreed, Mr. Grey. We should return to the Manor. The night is no longer young, and the rumble of thunder in the distance suggests that we make haste. Apparently, the gale had not blown itself out. We should be expecting more severe weather soon.’
Nodding in thanks to Mr. Grey, I led Mlle. Lépine and myself out the door of the boathouse. The trek back to the manor was not as difficult as I thought it would be. Probably because we already knew the general way back. The fading light of the hearth beckoned us. The forbidding stone walls promised warmth and safety.
Apparently, all the butlers have gone to bed, which signalled to us that the hour had long passed decency. I saw that my cloak which I had lent out to Madame Talia earlier, hanging on a hook to dry. She must have retired early, befitting her frail form and countenance. I too must seek my bed for my day had been long. But there were voices coming from the library. My curiosity overrode my tiredness as I headed towards the library.
The great sturdy Oaken doors opened up to a fabulous room top filled with books of all sorts. Inside I found Mr. Liam and Det. Lovejoy perusing through the study. A short greeting announced my presence, and I began to fill them with the details of our find in the woods. The significance of the name, Laura Charlesworth, was yet to be known, but this study offered an enormous opportunity to solve that particular mystery. Mr. Liam had proceeded to fill up the gaps in our knowledge while we were out. It seemed that they had a fruitful evening too.
The markings on the ring, I-C-O-R-X-I-I-I-V-X-I-M-C, was clearly visible once we’re indoors. And then I saw the strangely book on the table beside the chair. The language was beyond my capacity to read it. The shape of the book was even stranger.
‘Lady and Gentlemen, This clue on the ring is beyond my comprehension. So too is this book on the lamp table. It seems that these two things are related. Plus, the name of Laura Charlesworth, is somehow connected to these two objects. Perhaps she’s the owner of both, and thus, that’s the connection. I, however, have no prove of this as of yet. I have an idea that the inscription on the ring may be referring to the page numbers in the book. Again, this is pure speculation on my part. The Diary that we found is bereft of its original content. So that is pretty much a dead-end for us, I’m afraid. The Professor has retired to bed, and thus we should not bother him until the morn.’
I look closely again at the ring and its minute inscription. I turned it around to say C-M-I-X-V-I-I-I-X-R-O-C-I, and it still did not make sense. Perhaps it’s an inscription in Latin. J-C-O-R-X-I-I-I-U-X-J-M-C. The details of the book by the lamp-table was not too clear. It would seem that the solution to the puzzle of the inscription could be found in there.
But I could hardly keep my eyes opened. So I made the decision to retire to the warmth of my bed. The mystery can be solved in the morning, when body and mind are less tired.
‘Well, Lady and Gentlemen, I bid you all a good night. I’m retiring for the night. Perhaps the sun of the morning will provide us the necessary light and frame of mind to solve this mystery that we have. Besides, the rumbling thunder outside suggests that the storm may not be over, so we’ll have plenty of time. Good Night, Gentlemen. Mlle. Lépine, would you like me to escort you to your bedchamber?’
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Liam agrees with Belly , his tiredness is very high. He looks at the results of his search and there are 15 books pulled partially out. He peers over at the detective. "I agree with Belly, it is time to turn in . We are both tired and may overlook things in this state. I will meet you here first thing in the morning. Have a good eve. " Liam leaves the library with a wave to the Detective. He mounts the stairs and enters his room. He locks his door, stretches out on the bed and is fast asleep.
Liam agrees with Belly , his tiredness is very high. He looks at the results of his search and there are 15 books pulled partially out. He peers over at the detective. "I agree with Belly, it is time to turn in . We are both tired and may overlook things in this state. I will meet you here first thing in the morning. Have a good eve. " Liam leaves the library with a wave to the Detective. He mounts the stairs and enters his room. He locks his door, stretches out on the bed and is fast asleep.
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Climbing up the grand stairway accompanied by M. Guthrie, I was replaying in my mind all the events of this strangest of nights, swarming with all the new details our excursion and the talk in the fabulous downstairs library provided. This was all very circumstantial, but there was something terribly wrong. An uncasketed corpse of an obviously wealthy person, probably a woman, possibly one Laura Charlesworth, bearing a bloodstone ring with a seemingly undecipherable inscription, shallowly buried in the grounds of an old manor occulting God knows how many secrets. No way of knowing how long that body was there. It could have been there for several decades, but I kept remembering the bodies showing up in Paris one year ago, in the exact same state, stripped of all flesh, in a matter of months. I kept thinking about the relatively loose and soft soil in and around the unmarked grave. Not the kind of soil one would expect in a place untouched for much more that a few years.
"Bonne nuit, M. Guthrie. Thank you for the company. I'm beginning to think this vacation might not became has tedious as I expected." I smiled, saying my goodbyes outside of my bedchamber. And just as I was about to close the door behind me a thought crossed my mind that made me call for him again:
"M. Guthrie!" He was already at his door and turned to face me from across the corridor. "I was wondering... Didn't you use to study near this place? Did you ever come to this manner before? Maybe even... known some of the former owners?"
He seemed puzzled, but remained calm. "I don't think this is the time to discuss that, Mlle. Lépine," he said, "We'll talk over breakfast in a few hours, right now we need to rest our bodies and minds. Good night, Mlle. Lépine"
"Good night" I repeated, closing the door. Laura Charlesworth, I thought, whilst getting ready for bed, Laura Charlesworth, written in Indian ink, and a skeleton bearing a bloodstone, an Indian gem...
Getting under the covers, I took one final look at the note book to where I had copied the ring inscription, I-C-O-R-X-I-I-I-V-X-I-M-C, trying to think of what could be its meaning, before putting out the light.
Climbing up the grand stairway accompanied by M. Guthrie, I was replaying in my mind all the events of this strangest of nights, swarming with all the new details our excursion and the talk in the fabulous downstairs library provided. This was all very circumstantial, but there was something terribly wrong. An uncasketed corpse of an obviously wealthy person, probably a woman, possibly one Laura Charlesworth, bearing a bloodstone ring with a seemingly undecipherable inscription, shallowly buried in the grounds of an old manor occulting God knows how many secrets. No way of knowing how long that body was there. It could have been there for several decades, but I kept remembering the bodies showing up in Paris one year ago, in the exact same state, stripped of all flesh, in a matter of months. I kept thinking about the relatively loose and soft soil in and around the unmarked grave. Not the kind of soil one would expect in a place untouched for much more that a few years.
"Bonne nuit, M. Guthrie. Thank you for the company. I'm beginning to think this vacation might not became has tedious as I expected." I smiled, saying my goodbyes outside of my bedchamber. And just as I was about to close the door behind me a thought crossed my mind that made me call for him again:
"M. Guthrie!" He was already at his door and turned to face me from across the corridor. "I was wondering... Didn't you use to study near this place? Did you ever come to this manner before? Maybe even... known some of the former owners?"
He seemed puzzled, but remained calm. "I don't think this is the time to discuss that, Mlle. Lépine," he said, "We'll talk over breakfast in a few hours, right now we need to rest our bodies and minds. Good night, Mlle. Lépine"
"Good night" I repeated, closing the door. Laura Charlesworth, I thought, whilst getting ready for bed, Laura Charlesworth, written in Indian ink, and a skeleton bearing a bloodstone, an Indian gem...
Getting under the covers, I took one final look at the note book to where I had copied the ring inscription, I-C-O-R-X-I-I-I-V-X-I-M-C, trying to think of what could be its meaning, before putting out the light.
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Detective Lovejoy
Grunting an evening farewell to Liam Detective Lovejoy slowly rubs his chin. "Laura Charlesworth eh? Hmm...a woman's name...adding further credance to my assumption about the sex of the body and perhaps the owner of the ring. But the inscription is baffling." thinks to himself.
Deep in thought Lovejoy walks out of the room without speaking to the others but continues pondering the inscription as he walks down the hallway toward his room.
"I will sleep like a corpse tonight." Lovejoy thinks as he sighs and falls onto his bed exhausted.
Grunting an evening farewell to Liam Detective Lovejoy slowly rubs his chin. "Laura Charlesworth eh? Hmm...a woman's name...adding further credance to my assumption about the sex of the body and perhaps the owner of the ring. But the inscription is baffling." thinks to himself.
Deep in thought Lovejoy walks out of the room without speaking to the others but continues pondering the inscription as he walks down the hallway toward his room.
"I will sleep like a corpse tonight." Lovejoy thinks as he sighs and falls onto his bed exhausted.
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Liam wakes after a restful nights sleep. He looks out the window and sees that the sun is just coming up. He is used to being up early to study. He washes up in the basin on the dresser and gets dressed. He goes downstairs to the dining room to see what is for breakfast.
Liam wakes after a restful nights sleep. He looks out the window and sees that the sun is just coming up. He is used to being up early to study. He washes up in the basin on the dresser and gets dressed. He goes downstairs to the dining room to see what is for breakfast.
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Prof. Plum
He awoke to a knock at his door. He got up, and stretched before putting on his glasses, and getting his cane. He made his way over to the door, and unlocked it. Opening it, he looked out into the hall. He nodded, and closed the door with a yawn.
He cleaned himself up with the cold water that had been left out from the night before. After he was done, he carefully selected another of his purple suits, and dressed himself slowly and with care. Once his old body was properly dressed, he exchanged the many items from pocket to pocket, and left his room.
He yawned, and headed downstairs. First, he popped into the library to say hello to his collection of books. He looked across the many shelves, and sighed. Then, he spotted something amiss. He frownmed, and followed the muddy footprints to the shelves, and righted his books, pushing a few in and rearranging others. He frowned, and left the library, retuirning a moment later.
He carefully began dusting his books, muttering about his guests and how they couldn't seem to do anyone with any amount of respect. Trekking mud through his house, even after he points it out to them, messing with his books. They were nuisances. He grumbled to himself as he began to dust the wall of bookshelves that he hadn't gotten to the day before, when he'd done most of the dusting in the afternoon.
He awoke to a knock at his door. He got up, and stretched before putting on his glasses, and getting his cane. He made his way over to the door, and unlocked it. Opening it, he looked out into the hall. He nodded, and closed the door with a yawn.
He cleaned himself up with the cold water that had been left out from the night before. After he was done, he carefully selected another of his purple suits, and dressed himself slowly and with care. Once his old body was properly dressed, he exchanged the many items from pocket to pocket, and left his room.
He yawned, and headed downstairs. First, he popped into the library to say hello to his collection of books. He looked across the many shelves, and sighed. Then, he spotted something amiss. He frownmed, and followed the muddy footprints to the shelves, and righted his books, pushing a few in and rearranging others. He frowned, and left the library, retuirning a moment later.
He carefully began dusting his books, muttering about his guests and how they couldn't seem to do anyone with any amount of respect. Trekking mud through his house, even after he points it out to them, messing with his books. They were nuisances. He grumbled to himself as he began to dust the wall of bookshelves that he hadn't gotten to the day before, when he'd done most of the dusting in the afternoon.
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With a soft papery noise one of the books the professor had pushed back in slid back to the edge of the shelf.
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Prof. Plum
He turned, glaring at the offending book. It was pushed out, beyond the others, who were lined so perfectly at the edge of the bookcases. He sighed, and walked over, taking the boiok in his hands. He looked down at the cover, and raised an eyebrow before setting it back, and sliding it back into place among the others.
That was an odd volume to be moved from the others.
He turned, glaring at the offending book. It was pushed out, beyond the others, who were lined so perfectly at the edge of the bookcases. He sighed, and walked over, taking the boiok in his hands. He looked down at the cover, and raised an eyebrow before setting it back, and sliding it back into place among the others.
That was an odd volume to be moved from the others.
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I reluctantly pulled the sheets back and got out of bed. I drew the curtain to let what little light there was in, the false dawn clearly in the horizon. The amount of dust on the curtains made me sneeze, which woke me up further. The rain was splattering against the window panes, which made my initial assessment of the status of the gale correct. Sigh. Another day to be wasted indoors.
The cold waters of the basin reminded me of home. I usually get up at very early, together with the rest of the rubber-tappers. Supervising them was a tedious affair, but I got to watch the sun rise every morning. This morning was no different.
The morning was still early, so I had not expected breakfast to be ready. I headed towards the library, to find out some more clues to the mystery. An empty stomach was not a hindrance, as back home I usually worked before breakfast.
I was not surprised to see the professor in the library this early in the morning. Form the look of things, this was his domain, his castle within a castle.
‘Good morning Professor Plum. I apologize for intruding on your domain. But perhaps you could help me, no, us the guests, in the mystery of the corpse and the ring. I’m sorry if all of this seem amusing and absurd to you. Initially, I’d thought so too. But then too many things had happened since then to disregard anything. I don’t know about you, but the way the clues have turned up, it seems that someone demands revenge for his or her own wrongful death. I can have no other explanation other than this. In the interest of justice, perhaps it is good for us to assist each other in solving a mystery, a crime if you will.’
I look at the Professor wrestling with an offending book. The book’s crime was to be out of place, moved by persons unknown.
‘Sorry for laughing Professor Plum. What kind of book is that? And do you know a Lady by the name of Laura Charlesworth?’
I reluctantly pulled the sheets back and got out of bed. I drew the curtain to let what little light there was in, the false dawn clearly in the horizon. The amount of dust on the curtains made me sneeze, which woke me up further. The rain was splattering against the window panes, which made my initial assessment of the status of the gale correct. Sigh. Another day to be wasted indoors.
The cold waters of the basin reminded me of home. I usually get up at very early, together with the rest of the rubber-tappers. Supervising them was a tedious affair, but I got to watch the sun rise every morning. This morning was no different.
The morning was still early, so I had not expected breakfast to be ready. I headed towards the library, to find out some more clues to the mystery. An empty stomach was not a hindrance, as back home I usually worked before breakfast.
I was not surprised to see the professor in the library this early in the morning. Form the look of things, this was his domain, his castle within a castle.
‘Good morning Professor Plum. I apologize for intruding on your domain. But perhaps you could help me, no, us the guests, in the mystery of the corpse and the ring. I’m sorry if all of this seem amusing and absurd to you. Initially, I’d thought so too. But then too many things had happened since then to disregard anything. I don’t know about you, but the way the clues have turned up, it seems that someone demands revenge for his or her own wrongful death. I can have no other explanation other than this. In the interest of justice, perhaps it is good for us to assist each other in solving a mystery, a crime if you will.’
I look at the Professor wrestling with an offending book. The book’s crime was to be out of place, moved by persons unknown.
‘Sorry for laughing Professor Plum. What kind of book is that? And do you know a Lady by the name of Laura Charlesworth?’
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Prof. Plum
He stopped, and turned to look at he man. He pulled out the book he'd just pushed back in, feeling around behind it to see if there was something back there to have pushed it out. He closed his eyes, thinking for a moment.
"I can't say it rings any bells, but the name sounds familiar. Of course, considering how many books I've read, or the fact that I taught History classes for many years, it's difficult to tell where the name comes from. And I would most like to hear what clues you people think you have. I've got dried mud coating my floors, and a bunch of crazy guests talking about murder because they found a ring and some bones under a tree in the middle of a rainstorm. It could just be an old family member of some former owner years ago, the tree grew over the grave after years of lack of caring, and now suddenly there's a murder? What basis do you make your opinions on besides your own beleifs? Do you have any real facts? And besides, the dead cannot want anything, they are dead."
He snorted. "Truly, you're all a pack of children, running around and saying there are monsters under the beds. This house has always been lived in, and well taken care of. With the exception of a few rooms here and there, it's all dusted regularly. I expected you all to imagine mountains of dust, not murders that never happened. But, as my groundskeeper would say, you're all a bunch of stubborn snobs. So, if you can show a little more care, and perhaps remove your shoes once you come in from trekking in the mud, I'll give you all the help I can. I still say you're chasing whisps of fantasy, though."
He stopped, and turned to look at he man. He pulled out the book he'd just pushed back in, feeling around behind it to see if there was something back there to have pushed it out. He closed his eyes, thinking for a moment.
"I can't say it rings any bells, but the name sounds familiar. Of course, considering how many books I've read, or the fact that I taught History classes for many years, it's difficult to tell where the name comes from. And I would most like to hear what clues you people think you have. I've got dried mud coating my floors, and a bunch of crazy guests talking about murder because they found a ring and some bones under a tree in the middle of a rainstorm. It could just be an old family member of some former owner years ago, the tree grew over the grave after years of lack of caring, and now suddenly there's a murder? What basis do you make your opinions on besides your own beleifs? Do you have any real facts? And besides, the dead cannot want anything, they are dead."
He snorted. "Truly, you're all a pack of children, running around and saying there are monsters under the beds. This house has always been lived in, and well taken care of. With the exception of a few rooms here and there, it's all dusted regularly. I expected you all to imagine mountains of dust, not murders that never happened. But, as my groundskeeper would say, you're all a bunch of stubborn snobs. So, if you can show a little more care, and perhaps remove your shoes once you come in from trekking in the mud, I'll give you all the help I can. I still say you're chasing whisps of fantasy, though."
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As the Professor uttered the words: "This house has always been lived in, and well taken care of. With the exception of a few rooms here and there, it's all dusted regularly", the ghost of a laugh, born on a breath of wind drifted upon the air. A tiny vigourous whirlwind disturbed the papers on the desk then both stopped abruptly as his following words dropped into the new deep somehow ominous stillness "not murders that never happened".
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Liam
Having not found anything to eat in the dining room, Liam wanders back towards the Library. He walks in and sees that Belly is conversing with the Professor. "Top of the morning to you gents. So how are things progressing Belly? "
Having not found anything to eat in the dining room, Liam wanders back towards the Library. He walks in and sees that Belly is conversing with the Professor. "Top of the morning to you gents. So how are things progressing Belly? "
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Prof. Plum
He coughed, and turned back to the task at hand. So perhaps he wasn't being entirely honest. But, honestly, it wasn't any of their damn business. He stared at the book for a moment, and sighed before leaving his 'guests' to whatever they were doing. He was hungry. At least, as hungry as he got these days.
He moved off towards the dining room, and uncomfortable feeling sinking in. He glanced back at the others, and the library, before hurring on his way. Things were all going so wrong.
He coughed, and turned back to the task at hand. So perhaps he wasn't being entirely honest. But, honestly, it wasn't any of their damn business. He stared at the book for a moment, and sighed before leaving his 'guests' to whatever they were doing. He was hungry. At least, as hungry as he got these days.
He moved off towards the dining room, and uncomfortable feeling sinking in. He glanced back at the others, and the library, before hurring on his way. Things were all going so wrong.
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Near the guests quarters a rustle as of heavy skirts could be heard heading up the hall, deeper into the recesses of the house.
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‘Ah, top of the morning to Mr. Liam. I trust that you’ve had a good night’s rest. I passed by Det. Lovejoy’s room on my down here. I thought I heard thunder rumbling in his bedchambers. But then, I looked out the window and saw that it is raining heavily. It looks like we’ll be spending the day indoors. As for your question, I dreamt about a beautiful lady last night. And just between you and me, she looked a lot like Madam Talia.’
I look at the Professor heading out the door to the sound of the breakfast chime. My stomach was a pretty good timekeeper, and the chime was just right on schedule.
‘Mr. Liam, truthfully, the clues that we’d last night has undoubtedly left me clueless. Perhaps today, looking at the weather, we might explore the manor quite a bit. No doubt that such a large place holds many secrets. But first, let us retire to the dining room for a bite to eat, for I’m famished, and I can’t think on an empty stomach. We’ll let the rest of the group come when they may. After you, Mr. Liam.’
I had one last look at the offending book before following Mr. Liam. It sent chills down my spine, as if an unearthly being had just graced our presence. But for the life of me, I just could not fathom the reasons, as were so many things that had happened since last night. This was like Mlle. Lépine said last night, this vacation had turned interesting. Thinking about Mlle. Lépine, her words spoken last night struck me as comical. It true that I had been to the isle some time back. But that was with some university friends on a summer trip. I don’t remember this manor, more than likely because I had never been to this place. Moreover, the drunken debauchery that we had engaged in during that time had erased what little memory of this isle that I had.
I put that thought out of my mind in anticipation of a superb breakfast by an obviously talented cook. There was no need to mention this thought to others. Some things must remain private.
‘Ah, top of the morning to Mr. Liam. I trust that you’ve had a good night’s rest. I passed by Det. Lovejoy’s room on my down here. I thought I heard thunder rumbling in his bedchambers. But then, I looked out the window and saw that it is raining heavily. It looks like we’ll be spending the day indoors. As for your question, I dreamt about a beautiful lady last night. And just between you and me, she looked a lot like Madam Talia.’
I look at the Professor heading out the door to the sound of the breakfast chime. My stomach was a pretty good timekeeper, and the chime was just right on schedule.
‘Mr. Liam, truthfully, the clues that we’d last night has undoubtedly left me clueless. Perhaps today, looking at the weather, we might explore the manor quite a bit. No doubt that such a large place holds many secrets. But first, let us retire to the dining room for a bite to eat, for I’m famished, and I can’t think on an empty stomach. We’ll let the rest of the group come when they may. After you, Mr. Liam.’
I had one last look at the offending book before following Mr. Liam. It sent chills down my spine, as if an unearthly being had just graced our presence. But for the life of me, I just could not fathom the reasons, as were so many things that had happened since last night. This was like Mlle. Lépine said last night, this vacation had turned interesting. Thinking about Mlle. Lépine, her words spoken last night struck me as comical. It true that I had been to the isle some time back. But that was with some university friends on a summer trip. I don’t remember this manor, more than likely because I had never been to this place. Moreover, the drunken debauchery that we had engaged in during that time had erased what little memory of this isle that I had.
I put that thought out of my mind in anticipation of a superb breakfast by an obviously talented cook. There was no need to mention this thought to others. Some things must remain private.
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Prof. Plum
He smiled as the small breakfast was put before him, leaving his guests to order whatever they wanted. He wasn't very hungry in his old age, or maybe the normal sized dinner filled him up. He shrugged, and slowly began to eat.
Age was such a burden.
He smiled as the small breakfast was put before him, leaving his guests to order whatever they wanted. He wasn't very hungry in his old age, or maybe the normal sized dinner filled him up. He shrugged, and slowly began to eat.
Age was such a burden.
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Liam
Liam nods sagely at what Belly has to say. "Well, I hope that the food is ready at this point. I was in there earlier and it was not. I am very hungry and I am sure that I will work up a huge appetite working on this mystery. "
Liam nods sagely at what Belly has to say. "Well, I hope that the food is ready at this point. I was in there earlier and it was not. I am very hungry and I am sure that I will work up a huge appetite working on this mystery. "
Lauren Hynde
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Zoé Lépine
It must have been 7 o'clock when I woke up. The sound of heavy rain on my room's high windows and the soft greyish-white light pouring in reminded me of where I was and of the wearisome events of the previous night. Mon Dieu, j'ai besoin d'un bain... I didn't have nearly enough sleep, after the journey and the midnight ramblings in the rain, but I couldn't keep myself in bed any longer. My mind was running wild with all the possibilities a new day brought, anticipating new discoveries and the unveiling of new clues that could cast some light over the mysteries of this place.
One of the chambermaids tiptoed in, bringing hot water, just as I got up, and I borrowed her service for a few minutes. After helping me bathe and dress, I dismissed her with a thank you and a smile, and left the room behind her, intended on joining whoever was already downstairs for breakfast. Walking through the corridor, I was taking my time to, for the first time, carefully review the manor in the daylight: the magnificent woodwork, both in the floor and the wall panelling, the quality of the painting and artwork throughout the walls, the delicate window treatments.
I looked out the huge stained-glass window near the grand stairway, only to see the grounds covered in a thick mist interrupted here and there by heavier rain. I could almost see the place where the bridge to the mainland should be, but the ghost of ragging water was all I could perceive.
Suddenly, I heard a rustle as of heavy skirts behind me, and turned, half expecting to see Lady Talia, maybe, although the sound was just a bit off, as if echoing from afar.
It must have been 7 o'clock when I woke up. The sound of heavy rain on my room's high windows and the soft greyish-white light pouring in reminded me of where I was and of the wearisome events of the previous night. Mon Dieu, j'ai besoin d'un bain... I didn't have nearly enough sleep, after the journey and the midnight ramblings in the rain, but I couldn't keep myself in bed any longer. My mind was running wild with all the possibilities a new day brought, anticipating new discoveries and the unveiling of new clues that could cast some light over the mysteries of this place.
One of the chambermaids tiptoed in, bringing hot water, just as I got up, and I borrowed her service for a few minutes. After helping me bathe and dress, I dismissed her with a thank you and a smile, and left the room behind her, intended on joining whoever was already downstairs for breakfast. Walking through the corridor, I was taking my time to, for the first time, carefully review the manor in the daylight: the magnificent woodwork, both in the floor and the wall panelling, the quality of the painting and artwork throughout the walls, the delicate window treatments.
I looked out the huge stained-glass window near the grand stairway, only to see the grounds covered in a thick mist interrupted here and there by heavier rain. I could almost see the place where the bridge to the mainland should be, but the ghost of ragging water was all I could perceive.
Suddenly, I heard a rustle as of heavy skirts behind me, and turned, half expecting to see Lady Talia, maybe, although the sound was just a bit off, as if echoing from afar.
Zircon
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Belly
Breakfast was eaten in relative silence, except for polite conversation. The subject had not turned to previous events of the past night. Mlle. Lépine was no where to be seen, as I thought the croissants were delicious. The Professor was not forthcoming with my questions, and I did not feel like prodding him further. We did not act like guests last night, and I hoped to allow his peevishness to dissipate further.
I excused myself from the table when I finished. The weather remained the same, and now the prospect of exploring the rest of this huge manor seemed more inviting. It must have taken an army to clean this Manor. In the day, it looked huge. The grand staircase dwarfed everything else. The wooden handrails looked like rosewood, the red colour reminding me instantly of the Bloodstone.
The mystery had stupefied me. There must be some other clues yet to be discovered. There must be, for this was such a big place. I had entertained thoughts about going back to bed but the mystery gnawed at me, refusing to let my mind rest.
At the top of the staircase I saw Mlle. Lépine coming down to breakfast. But she turned upon hearing a sound coming from the guests hallway.
‘Bonjour, Mlle. Lépine. I hope you’ve slept well. Breakfast is scrumptious, especially after our little trek last night. I think I’ll go explore the rest of the manor further.’
I’ve also heard the rustle of dress. Apparently, Madam Talia was also an early riser. I walked into the hallway hoping to greet her. All I saw was empty air. There was no one there, and the rustle receded further into the hall. Intrigued, I followed the sound.
Breakfast was eaten in relative silence, except for polite conversation. The subject had not turned to previous events of the past night. Mlle. Lépine was no where to be seen, as I thought the croissants were delicious. The Professor was not forthcoming with my questions, and I did not feel like prodding him further. We did not act like guests last night, and I hoped to allow his peevishness to dissipate further.
I excused myself from the table when I finished. The weather remained the same, and now the prospect of exploring the rest of this huge manor seemed more inviting. It must have taken an army to clean this Manor. In the day, it looked huge. The grand staircase dwarfed everything else. The wooden handrails looked like rosewood, the red colour reminding me instantly of the Bloodstone.
The mystery had stupefied me. There must be some other clues yet to be discovered. There must be, for this was such a big place. I had entertained thoughts about going back to bed but the mystery gnawed at me, refusing to let my mind rest.
At the top of the staircase I saw Mlle. Lépine coming down to breakfast. But she turned upon hearing a sound coming from the guests hallway.
‘Bonjour, Mlle. Lépine. I hope you’ve slept well. Breakfast is scrumptious, especially after our little trek last night. I think I’ll go explore the rest of the manor further.’
I’ve also heard the rustle of dress. Apparently, Madam Talia was also an early riser. I walked into the hallway hoping to greet her. All I saw was empty air. There was no one there, and the rustle receded further into the hall. Intrigued, I followed the sound.
Khadgar
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Alexander Grey
Alexander woke, and turned in his bed. it was a little late to be getting up, he would probably even miss breakfast of he wasn't fast!
dressing quickly he walked down the hall, looking around the passage. nodding to both of his comanions from the night before he caught belly's mention of breakfast.
"oh? i'm not too late then am i?"
Alexander woke, and turned in his bed. it was a little late to be getting up, he would probably even miss breakfast of he wasn't fast!
dressing quickly he walked down the hall, looking around the passage. nodding to both of his comanions from the night before he caught belly's mention of breakfast.
"oh? i'm not too late then am i?"
Zircon
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Belly
‘Ah. Good morning Mr. Grey. I trust that you’ve slept well. Breakfast is still being served. Try the croissants. It’s excellent, with a little bit of honey butter…’
I continued walking, the hallways spoke of luxury and age.
‘Excuse me Mr. Grey. Did you happen to see someone in the hallway as you came out? I swear I heard someone traipsing… but then the thunder does make strange noises. Ah, I guess its nothing. Must be some chambermaid up and about… Good day to you then. Better hurry before breakfast gets cold. I’ve not much of an appetite this morning due to the mystery that we’ve unearthed last night. I’m trying to walked off this feeling of frustration, well, of the weather in general and not in the least, this mystery that we have…’
‘Ah. Good morning Mr. Grey. I trust that you’ve slept well. Breakfast is still being served. Try the croissants. It’s excellent, with a little bit of honey butter…’
I continued walking, the hallways spoke of luxury and age.
‘Excuse me Mr. Grey. Did you happen to see someone in the hallway as you came out? I swear I heard someone traipsing… but then the thunder does make strange noises. Ah, I guess its nothing. Must be some chambermaid up and about… Good day to you then. Better hurry before breakfast gets cold. I’ve not much of an appetite this morning due to the mystery that we’ve unearthed last night. I’m trying to walked off this feeling of frustration, well, of the weather in general and not in the least, this mystery that we have…’
The GrandMage
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Prof. Plum
Leaving the dishes to be picked up by the help, the aging historian moved from the dining room. Giving a half-felt smile to his guests. As he moved across the hall, he noticed one of the women working hard to clean out the mud brought in earlier.
He sighed, and moved back in. He lifted the large book next to the lamp on the table. He opened it up, easilly reading through the scrabbled hand. He flipped forward a few pages, skimming the the next before closing it and moving backto the shelves where he'd been.
He pulled out the old book where it had been, looking behind it again. Nothing. He sighed, and opened the old book of Fairy Tales. He flipped through the pages, coming to rest on an odd one. It was a slightly off color from the rest of the book, and handwritten. He glanced around, looking at the misplaced page, and began to read it, ready to close the book should his guests enter.
Busybodies would probably say it had to do with their so-called murder and rip apart his library. Barbarians.
Leaving the dishes to be picked up by the help, the aging historian moved from the dining room. Giving a half-felt smile to his guests. As he moved across the hall, he noticed one of the women working hard to clean out the mud brought in earlier.
He sighed, and moved back in. He lifted the large book next to the lamp on the table. He opened it up, easilly reading through the scrabbled hand. He flipped forward a few pages, skimming the the next before closing it and moving backto the shelves where he'd been.
He pulled out the old book where it had been, looking behind it again. Nothing. He sighed, and opened the old book of Fairy Tales. He flipped through the pages, coming to rest on an odd one. It was a slightly off color from the rest of the book, and handwritten. He glanced around, looking at the misplaced page, and began to read it, ready to close the book should his guests enter.
Busybodies would probably say it had to do with their so-called murder and rip apart his library. Barbarians.
Firesprite
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11 March 1851 - Later
Father gave me "The Talk" today. I know I shouldn't say it, but he looked very funny sitting there in the great library puffing on his pipe and drinking his port and looking all stern and proper.
I was being terribly polite, trying not to giggle at him. I'm not sure how convinced he was though!
I had accidentally left my hair ribbon in the Library so I've just been down to get it. It was very dark in the library and all I had with me was a candle. While I was down there I spun the globe, as is my habit and I almost died! It cracked open like an egg. I quickly discovered that it was designed that way, and only then did I start breathing again, I'm sure of it!
The line of the join is almost invisible and I closed it again to see how the parts fitted together but it was only then that I discovered that I couldn't open it again! I don't know what it might have contained nor how to open it and I am DYING of curiosity to know!
LC
Father gave me "The Talk" today. I know I shouldn't say it, but he looked very funny sitting there in the great library puffing on his pipe and drinking his port and looking all stern and proper.
I was being terribly polite, trying not to giggle at him. I'm not sure how convinced he was though!
I had accidentally left my hair ribbon in the Library so I've just been down to get it. It was very dark in the library and all I had with me was a candle. While I was down there I spun the globe, as is my habit and I almost died! It cracked open like an egg. I quickly discovered that it was designed that way, and only then did I start breathing again, I'm sure of it!
The line of the join is almost invisible and I closed it again to see how the parts fitted together but it was only then that I discovered that I couldn't open it again! I don't know what it might have contained nor how to open it and I am DYING of curiosity to know!
LC
The GrandMage
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Prof. Plum
He quickly closed the book, glancing around to see if anyone else was around. "What was that name they said? Laura Charleston of some such thing. Hmm, not quite, but close enough. LC......Oh, this will either feed something that will consume the entire estate or get them off my back for a while..."
He sighed, and went to the library doors before glancing towards the dining room. He then looked around the library, seeing no globe. "If I tell them,...they might go around the entire house. And then they'll know I'm lying about it being clean. And I don't need this new place getting the reputation of being and old, dusty, and haunted house. That will attract all the wrong kinds of people. Oh,...what to do, what to do?"
He quickly closed the book, glancing around to see if anyone else was around. "What was that name they said? Laura Charleston of some such thing. Hmm, not quite, but close enough. LC......Oh, this will either feed something that will consume the entire estate or get them off my back for a while..."
He sighed, and went to the library doors before glancing towards the dining room. He then looked around the library, seeing no globe. "If I tell them,...they might go around the entire house. And then they'll know I'm lying about it being clean. And I don't need this new place getting the reputation of being and old, dusty, and haunted house. That will attract all the wrong kinds of people. Oh,...what to do, what to do?"
