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January 17th, 1925:
The three of us went to Arkham. The two birds were struck
with an awful sickness, no doubt brought on by this vile American swill we are
eating. Anyway, I left them at the hotel and spoke to Prof. Anthony Cowles at Miskatonic
University. He is a Professor at the University of Sydney, but he is currently
lecturing in Massachusetts. He gave me a copy of his lecture notes from the
compendium he gave on ‘Blood Cults’ in the Southwest Pacific at NYU. They are
most fascinating, I must say; they detail the cultish activities of Aboriginal
Australian’s on the western seaboard. Professor Cowles and I had an
understanding of sorts regarding the occult, and he confided in me that the
death of Jackson Elias was quite disturbing indeed. I gave him my card and told
him to remain alert. In addition to his notes, Professor Cowles also gave me a
contact in Australia – The name escapes me for the moment – But undoubtedly he
will be most helpful if we find ourselves in the land down under. I must also
note that Cowles will be back in Australia in 7 months time – right in time for
the savage Australian summer – he asked that I seek his advice if need be if I
reach his continent
Meanwhile, Evelyn and Gertrude attempted to contact Erica Carlyle, Rogers
sister. Due to her profile, they were unable to speak to her directly. They
have, however, caught wind of a party she is hosting in three days time. Quite
the social affair I am lead to believe – gaining access will be difficult, no
doubt, but they are industrious ladies, despite their, ahem, questionable morals.
They managed to speak to the lawyer who manages the Carlyle’s estate and the
expose the fact that Rodger could still be alive – after all, Brady had been
seen alive by Jackson in Hong Kong - and this would jeopardise their entire
position – He promises to contact them in regards to meeting Ms Carlyle.
The good Doctor and [Dentist] managed to dig up some
information on the ‘late’ Rodger’s questionable psyche… the poor bastard was
stark raving by the sounds of it. The plot thickens, however, as it turns out
the batty fool managed to blackmail Dr Huston to go along on his ill-fated
trip. I’m vague on the details myself, but I have been assured they managed to
secure a copy of his notes on Ms and Mr Carlyle – Thank goodness for small
mercies, no? I was told by that empty beer bottle that the dreams Rodger was
having involved contact with some long limbed gentleman. I will read into this
further later on.
That decaying cricketer and that Welsh giant (what a pair!)
contacted that policeman about the vagabond Jack Brady. He has quite the
criminal history as it happens. They mentioned something about a nickname? The
phone had a terrible line, I didn’t quite catch it. Must be the Arkham curse,
no? Anyway, what I did catch was that they went to Chinatown and found out that
the photo of the junks was taken at the base of the Huangpu River… It’s just
our luck, no? The Orientals being behind this. That match book stats to make a
lot more sense now… Stumbling Tiger indeed.
I feel, that in light of recent events I simply must buy a
handgun. This country is cultural wasteland, yes, but at least that amendment
means I can stay knee-deep in bullet casings.
Australia? Hong Kong? My oh my. At least somewhere else I’ll
be able to muster a drink that isn’t bathtub gin.