Gertrude and the solider have managed to convince the catering
company seeing to Miss Carlyle’s party that they are fit as wait staff. Lord
knows how they did it, but don’t ask, don’t tell, what? It isn’t until the 20th,
and from the sounds of it they may be predisposed for some time over the next
few days preparing. I hope that this doesn’t interfere with their meeting the
following day.
Dr [Chris] and Evelyn attempted to chase down the boat in
the photograph.
Samii and Chris went to the coast guard. No dice sadly; Not
enough information.
The Welsh Giant and I investigated Miss Masters by speaking
to one of her associates. Turns out the poor girl underwent an abortion shortly
before the trip and that was why she went on the exhibition. Still ,what
awaited her sounds far more ghastly if you ask me. We met up with the Cricketer
and went back to that Juju shop. I saw something around his neck that looked
remarkably like a key. He was reluctant to speak about it, and when pressed his
crony in the corner became agitated. We decided to case the joint and spent
many dull hours waiting for the shop to close. However, not long after dark,
upwards of 30 (35 is my guess) mostly black men entered the premises, touting
two inebriated hobos with them. There is no possible way that they could all
have amassed inside the shop, so there must be a basement area, or back yard?
Either way, the police were useless and it wasn’t until dawn that the
progression eventually left, sans the homeless men. I’m starting to get rather worried
– First thing tomorrow, I am going to acquire a handgun – This is after all the
land for it – It may be wise if we speak to our police contact to see if anyone
keeps an eye on the numbers of homeless around the city. Sinister things are no
doubt afoot.
I have penned this before I sleep and will inform the others of what we saw as soon as I wake.
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