January 19th, 1925

The first thing I did when I got back from the stake out was to buy William and myself Lugers. Not so hard to find in America so soon after that damn forsaken war. Plenty brought back from German hands and no doubt hawked for what booze they could find. Imagine that – fighting down the Jerry and all for what? To be denied a damn drink.

Quite the eventful day all around. Determined to get to the bottom of Juju house, William, Llewella and I met with our police contact, testified to acquire a warrant  and went back with the full force of the law to speak to the proprietor. The shifty little fellow didn’t fool us and after a brief scuffle they handcuffed him and we took that little key of his. We found a trap door under the rug and proceeded downward.  We came across a door with a Kikuyu symbol upon it – I was able to decipher it as symbolising ‘evil’ – Though that we came to a large stone room – a gigantic stone stopper was in the middle of the floor and a curtain to the side in an alcove. It was covered in symbols we managed to identify as bellowing to The Great Old Ones – a bad omen indeed - William pulled back the curtain and there was a giant brute of a negro in some awful African mask. What flanked him though was far worse – four zombies – I thought I had seen the last of their kind on Scotland. Anyway, to cut it short, William’s, well, affliction, caused him to turn on our policeman, I was going to run for my life, but as the giant was staying to fight, I thought better of it. Not going to be outdone by a Welshwoman now am I? With my new pistol I managed to dispatch a few, William eventually snapped out of it, and Llewella summoned that beast of hers from another dimension. We were shaken, but not defeated. I took the brutes mask, his gloves (I believe they are a weapon made from the paws of a lion), a mysterious silver headband and the stolen Harvard copy of Africa’s Dark Sects. Llewella has a new staff and a mysterious copper bowl. Our police needed medical attention, so we promptly left – and unfortunately, when the Police returned the next day in force, the place had been cleared out – The stopper gone and a hole filled in. It appears though that the hole lead to the sewer.

We were tailed the following day by some dark men, but we managed to shake them. I must say,

I am awfully glad to be leaving New York soon.