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What Goes Around, Comes Around Part 2-1 - New Investigators

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[size=4][font='times new roman']Monday May 5, 2014[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman'](After playing the Call of Cthulhu scenario “What Goes around, Comes Around” by Jeff Moeller from [u]The Resurrected III: Out of the Vault[/u] Sunday, May 4, from 2 p.m. to 10 p.m. with Jocelin, Nissa Campbell, Kyle Matheson, Bo Lewis, Tabitha Harris, James Brown, James Williams, Logan Scott, Aaron Scott, Caitlin Blackmon, and John Forney.)[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Penelope Luckey and Dr. Natalia Polichev walked down the street in Charing Cross, N.H., where the two of them had been vacationing for the last few days.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Miss Luckey was a field researcher who did a lot of work at Brown University. She was very tall, standing over six and a half feet, and very lean and muscular. She had auburn, shoulder-length, wavy hair. She wore khaki pants and a khaki shirt, which made her stand out in a crowd, even if her height hadn’t. She was 27 years old and very pretty. Hailing from Hannibal, Missouri, she had gotten her Masters in archeology from Miskatonic University in Massachusetts two years before.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Dr. Polichev was a plastic surgeon with a small but vibrant clientele who also hailed from Providence, R.I. She was relatively tall, standing about 5’10” tall. She had short, wavy, bleached-blonde hair and wore a very nice dress, one of the newest fashions from Paris. She had been born in Moscow, Russia, but had lived most of her life in the United States, even getting her degrees in the U.S.A. [/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']The two were window shopping and enjoying the lovely day when Miss Luckey recognized a familiar face: Dr. Sir Carl Huxtable, the youngest professor at Brown University, was standing there, talking to a rather large group of people just across the street from the police station. As they approached the small group, a taxicab came to a stop in the street next to them.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Lionel Hutz, a lawyer who worked with the Frank Morelli Crime Family in Providence, R.I., had been sent up to Charing Cross, N.H. to act as the escort for a young prostitute named “Babydoll” Bertelli. Miss Bertelli had been sent up so she could visit with her grandfather, Armanno Bertelli, one of the top men in the Mafia family of Providence. Babydoll had spotted her grandfather and stopped the cab, stepping out into the street. [/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Lionel Hutz was of average height. He had very dark brown hair that was slicked back with lots of pomade. He wore glasses but they didn’t actually have any kind of prescription, he just wore them to make himself look older, and different. In reality, Hutz was not even a lawyer, but a 17-year old kid from Tortuga who was good with disguises and had managed to convince the people of the Providence Mafia that he was much more than he actually was. He wore a perfect, white, pinstripe suit.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']He had been told by his bosses in the Mafia to look into what Bertelli was doing in Charing Cross, N.H.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Babydoll Bertelli was relatively tall, standing around 5’6”. She was also curvaceous and quite pretty with shoulder-length, curly red hair. She was wearing a relatively plain skirt and a blouse that had one too many buttons unbuttoned. She was a prostitute who worked in Providence and made a fair amount of money at that oldest profession.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']She was glad to finally get away from Hutz, who had been gnawing her ear the entire trip. The man would NOT shut up, but he talked about nothing. He jumped from one topic to another, none of them of any interest, and usually went on to talk about something else before he even finished talking about the first thing. She couldn’t get a word in edgewise.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Nonino!” she cried.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']She sauntered up to Bertelli and hugged him tightly.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“So, how did Mr. Fetz treat you all?” Dr. Huxtable was asking the others. “Was I correct? As I always am.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Tyler Bryan looked at the man.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Yes, Dr. Huxtable … you were very correct,” Bryan said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Dr. Huxtable laughed. Then he looked at Babydoll and Bertelli introduced the two.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Miss Luckey and Dr. Polichev approached Dr. Huxtable.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Has the sun been blotted out?” he said as he recognized the woman. “Oh! Oh! What is your name again? You … it was like describing a mammoth or elephant. Penny! Penny, yes! Penny the elephant! Who is your friend that you have brought here to Charing Cross?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Natalia,” Dr. Polichev said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“This is Natalia,” Miss Luckey said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Yes,” Dr. Polichev said. “I am Natalia.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Her accent was Russian.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“And what does she do?” Dr. Huxtable said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“She is in the business of beauty,” Miss Luckey said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I am,” Dr. Polichev said with a nod.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Beauty?” Dr. Huxtable said, confused. “Hair stylist? It is hard to make a living, I know. We can’t all be geniuses … such as I.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Natalia molds bodies in the way you mold minds,” Miss Luckey said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Oh! So very delicately … at first. And then …”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“You mold bodies?” Babydoll said. She pressed her breasts upward. “I think I’m in the need of a lift.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']That raised the eyebrows of all the men there.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“So, what brings you to Charing Cross?” Dr. Huxtable asked the two women. Then he waved his hand. “Never mind that! I do not care! I am on a murder mystery and cannot be bothered with your … whatever.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Murder mystery?” Miss Luckey said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Yes.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Speaking of, Huxtable, where are we heading next?” Bertelli asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“We’re off to see Mrs. Dupres,” Bryan said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Yes, Mrs. Dupres,” Dr. Huxtable echoed.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Bryan said he’d find out her address and left them for a few minutes, going to the telephone booth in front of McCorkindale’s Apothecary. [/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“So, what are you doing here?” Bertelli asked Babydoll as they waited for the man to return.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I came to visit my favorite grandfather,” Babydoll said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“But … how did you know I was here?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I have my ways.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“And who’s escorting you?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Hutz grinned, using his hands to flatten down his pristine white suit. Bertelli thought he might have been one of the lawyers who worked for the Morelli Family.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Oh God, I don’t remember his name,” Babydoll said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“What has happened?” Dr. Polichev asked. “We only got here this morning.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“A murder!” Dr. Huxtable said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“A murder this morning?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“No. Quite some time ago.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“So, tell us about this murder; it sounds intriguing yet terrifying! Should we leave? Should we be afraid? Should we go?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Yes. You should leave.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“This happened a year ago,” Bertelli said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I’m a lawyer, I can solve a murder!” Hutz suddenly piped up.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Have the police not apprehended the fiend who did this?” Miss Luckey said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“No one knows who did it, but I will soon enough,” Dr. Huxtable said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Bertelli told them very quickly that they were there to investigate the strange murder of a man’s wife. It happened a year before but the police weren’t apparently doing anything and had been hostile towards them when they had inquired about it. From what they had learned, the woman was torn in half and half of the body had been missing. She gone to play Mah Jongg one night and when she hadn’t come home, her husband had gone looking for her. He had found her corpse.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“So, you’re saying the husband is free now,” Babydoll said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Tyler Bryan returned with Mrs. Dupres’ address.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I don’t believe we should all go,” Dr. Huxtable said. “We might overwhelm her if we bring eight or ten or … I can’t count. I don’t bother myself with counting small numbers.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I should go,” Hutz said. “Look at my suit.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']They headed off down the street towards Mrs. Dupres’ house, Hutz lugging his and Babydoll’s suitcases with them. Angus Silversmith broke off from the group as they walked. He wanted to see if he could find a speakeasy in the little town. Hutz and Babydoll hadn’t even gotten rooms at a local hotel yet.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I’ll handle that,” Hutz told her of the rooms. “Trust me: look at my suit! I’ll handle it.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']She just looked at him. She was uncertain of the man. She figured she could always sleep with her grandfather.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Do you know of a nice hotel around here?” Hutz asked them.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Dr. Huxtable walked off with Tyler Bryan. Miss Luckey and Dr. Polichev bid him farewell and headed off to the pharmacy to get a cold drink.[/font][/size]

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[size=4][font='times new roman']Miss Luckey seemed intrigued by the idea of a murder mystery.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Maybe we should solve it on our own!” Dr. Polichev said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']They went to McCorkindale Apothecary to get a soda. They noticed an older man working behind the counter and guessed he was the pharmacist. They learned from the soda jerk that he was McCorkindale. When they asked him about the murder that took place a year ago, he went white.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“That was my wife!” he almost shrieked. “That was my wife!”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']He shuddered and then rushed back into the back room.[/font][/size]

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[size=4][font='times new roman']Dr. Huxtable, Tyler Bryan, Manfred Donald, and Armanno Bertelli headed for Mrs. Dupres’ house. Hutz and Babydoll followed behind.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Hey, Manfred,” Hutz said to the Canadian cowboy. “This luggage is so light, it’s like it’s carrying me. You should try it.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Really …” Manfred said uncertainly. He pointed to Tyler Bryan. “I’ve got to follow this guy.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']They found Miss Holland in the wide, lightly wooded Apple Lane Park, sitting on a bench and reading a book. [/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Mary-Jane!” Dr. Huxtable called. “Are you reading the book I wrote last summer?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']She looked up. She and McKeefe had come to the park to look for the spot where Sarah McCorkindale had died but realized they had no idea where it might be. So, she had sat down to read something she had gotten at the library. It was a new book entitled [u]The Great Gatsby[/u].[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Who are these new people?” she asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Hi,” Babydoll said. “I am Babydoll. And my services are open to everyone.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Uh-huh,” Miss Holland said, noting how inappropriately unbuttoned the woman’s blouse was. “Hi.” She turned to the man in a suit so white it hurt her eyes to look directly at it. “And your name, sir?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Lionel Hutz, attorney at law!” Hutz said. “Look at my suit!”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Nice to meet you,” she said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“My suit is pretty nice,” Hutz said. “It’s how you know I’m a lawyer.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']She recognized the resemblance between Babydoll and Bertelli.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“It would seem that my genius has attracted more bystanders, Mary-Jane,” Dr. Huxtable said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I see,” Miss Holland said slowly.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“People flock to me!” he went on.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“What are you doing right now?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“We’re going to Mrs. Dupres’ house at the behest of Mr. Tyler Bryan.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“So, could I tag along with you?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“We’ve attracted all the riff-raff in the world. You might as well accompany us.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Are you calling me riff-raff?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Maybe …” he said slowly with a smile.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Mrs. Dupres’ house proved to be an older, gambrelled Revolutionary-era home with a neat little yard. Dr. Huxtable knocked on the front door and it was opened by a little old woman in her 70s. She had blue, curly hair and adjusted her glasses before looking, somewhat surprised, at the large group of people on her front step.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Oh, can I help you?” she asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']A faint trace of French decorated her speech.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Oh, someone from the mother continent!” Dr. Huxtable said. “Thank God! I’ve been here with these Americans and they are driving me insane!”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“No, I’m from America,” Mrs. Dupres said. “I’m from Quebec.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Quebec?” Dr. Huxtable asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Donald’s eyes opened wide. Here was a fellow Canadian![/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Manfred, do you think you could decipher her language?” Dr. Huxtable said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I’m not interested in buying anything from traveling salesmen,” Mrs. Dupres went on.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Howdy, ma’am,” Donald said. “We’re to hear to ask questions about McCorkindale, eh?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Oh, you mean Sarah McCorkindale?” Mrs. Dupres said. “She died … that was a year ago. What do you need to know about Sarah?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Lionel Hutz, attorney at law,” Hutz suddenly said to Mrs. Dupres.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']He leaned forward, offering his hand, as if he meant to shake hers, but also as if he had a business card within. She shook his hand and then looked into her own hand. It was empty. She started to look around her feet.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I think I dropped your card,” she said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']It hadn’t looked, to the rest of them, like he’d actually had a card in his hand.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Sorry about … him,” Donald said. “But, do you remember anything about a year ago, when Mrs. McCorkindale last visited. Because we believe you were the last person to see her.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Oh yes, me and the girls,” Mrs. Dupres said. “She had come to my house to play Mah Jongg the evening of her death, bless her heart.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Mah Jongg?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Yes, it’s a game from China! Yes, oh we play every Friday night. We have such a time. We put make-up on and dress up in kimonos. We just have a fine time.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“What happened that Friday night?” Bryan asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Well, Sarah, she left around 11 o’clock,” Mrs. Dupres said. “And then Robair, he arrived around 12 o’clock. And we both went to look for Sarah, because he was very worried about her. And we found her body in the park. Quelle horreur!”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']She shook her head sadly.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“You know there was a good bit of blood around and … well, not all there,” she said. “Only the right half was there. Robair fainted dead away.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“No,” Miss Holland said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Yes he did,” Mrs. Dupres went on. “I remember it quite well. I remember the spot where she died in the park. It was quite horrible.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Did you notice anything strange that night?” Dr. Huxtable asked. “Maybe she wasn’t playing Mah Jongg as she usually does.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“No. No, it was a typical night,” Mrs. Dupres said. “Sarah played passably well. She wasn’t great at Mah Jongg but she played fine enough and she had just gone home.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Where did you find her in the park?” Miss Holland said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Well, it was on the south side … I could show you if you like,” Mrs. Dupres said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Okay,” Miss Holland said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Give me just a moment,” Mrs. Dupres said. “Let me get my coat.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']She got her coat they walked back to the park, Mrs. Dupres showing them a spot on the south side of the park not far from the street. It was pretty much directly between her house and the apothecary shop.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Did you say that only her right side was found?” Babydoll asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“It was the strangest thing, yes,” Mrs. Dupres said. “It was like she was chopped right down the middle.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“And the left side was never found?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“It was gone. There was a lot of blood. But there wasn’t a lot of … her. It was very strange. Disturbing. Robair did not handle it very well. He was very upset, as you can understand he would be.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Do you know if this was her usual path?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I think so. She just walked straight home. It’s the quickest path. My house is just over there. And they lived downtown.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Did anything strange happen the day before or the day after?” Miss Holland asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I don’t think so,” Mrs. Dupres said. “I mean, Robair was inconsolable, but … that’s to be expected as well.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']She shook her head.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Terrible, terrible tragedy,” she said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']They asked her who else had been there that night and she gave the names of four other ladies. They interviewed each of them, but none of them knew anything about the actual death of Sarah McCorkindale or anything that added to the investigation.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']It was noon by the time they were finished with that line of inquiry.[/font][/size]

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[size=4][font='times new roman']Silversmith had searched the town for hours and even talked to a few people but there didn’t appear to be anyplace to purchase alcohol in Charing Cross. He did see Hobo signs and recognized him from his years riding the rails. He guessed that there might be hobos that slept in the park at night.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']He found the others walking down the street.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“So?” Dr. Huxtable asked. [/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I’ve found out that there’s not a drop of alcohol in this place, eh,” Silversmith said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“That’s what you’ve been doing this whole time!?!” Dr. Huxtable said, his voice raised.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Yeah,” Silversmith said. “Oui.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Did you find anything else out?” Bryan asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Uh … well, I see there must be a lot of my own kind here,” Silversmith said. “You know, I see a lot of marks on the sidewalks and on the side of buildings.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Hobos?” Miss Holland said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Maybe a hobo saw what happened to the lady,” Babydoll said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Do you think any of your fellow … uh …” Bryan asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Vagrants?” Silversmith said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Vagrants … vagabonds, hobos …”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Oui.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Whichever one you want.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“There are no two hobos alike.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Do you know if one of them might have seen our …”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“It’s worth … I do assume there will be a lot of hobos sleeping in the woods and the forest. I do suppose there would be a lot of vagrants in the park, eh.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“We could use you as a translator,” Dr. Huxtable said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Okay, but I’ve got to go get some of … my bottles,” Silversmith said. “From the hotel. Really quick.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']His hands were shaking.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']They returned to the hotel for lunch. Hutz tried to talk the waitress out of having to pay for the his bill without luck. He tried being very friendly with her but she didn’t give him the free food he was hoping to get.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']They also saw Miss Luckey and Dr. Polichev.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Silversmith disappeared into his room for a while and then returned, feeling better for having taken a few swigs of his moonshine. He also made sure he had a jar in his pocket, just in case he needed it.[/font][/size]

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[size=4][font='times new roman']Bertelli sat at a table apart from the others and ate lunch with Bernardo and Babydoll. When the young women went to the restroom, the driver spoke up.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“So, what have you been up to?” he asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Well, actually I’ve been wasting my time at the moment,” Bertelli said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“This trip is anything but that?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“It is rather depressing, but I think we’re getting closer to it.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“To what?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“What I’m looking for.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Which is what, exactly?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Well, from what I’m gathering, there’s actually something out there that can cut people in half and instantly kill them.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Like some kind of big gun?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“It could be.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“What do you want from me? Am I staying here? And what the Hell is she doing here?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I don’t know. Apparently she wanted to visit.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Babydoll? She wanted to visit?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Yeah, I don’t understand it either. See, my methods to you, her methods are to me.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Bernardo just stared at him.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“What the Hell does that mean,” he grunted. “Why are you talking in riddles?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“You don’t understand what I’m doing and I have no idea what she’s doing,” Bertelli said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“All right. What about slick over there?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']He pointed a thumb at Hutz’s table.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I’ve seen him before,” Bertelli said. “But I can’t … I can’t quite place him.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Yeah, he’s one of those shifty lawyers, I think,” Bernardo said. “I don’t know who he is either.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']He looked over at Hutz’s table. The man was buried behind the newspaper.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Yeah, if you would like to go back to town, you can,” Bertelli said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Back to Providence?” Bernardo said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Yeah.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I’m supposed to keep an eye on you.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I … hey, but if you’re bored, you can try to catch one of the other open jobs. Currently. Once I get back to town …”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I’ll stay here. I can take a vacation.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']He put his hands up in the air in frustration at that last word. He seemed disgusted with the whole situation.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Where can I find you if I need you?” Bertelli asked him.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I’ll be here,” Bernardo said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Bertelli knew that Bernardo was one of those people who could sit and do nothing for hours. He didn’t seem to ever get bored.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“If not, I’ll leave a message at the desk,” Bernardo told him. “But I got no place to be. There’s not even a speakeasy in this town, I bet.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I know where you can probably get some alcohol if you’re interested,” Bertelli said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Bernardo just waved off that idea. Bertelli slipped him a $10 bill.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“If something interests you, have fun,” he said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Thanks.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Babydoll returned and they finished lunch.[/font][/size]

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[size=4][font='times new roman']Lionel Hutz was sitting at another table by himself, apparently engrossed in a newspaper he found. In actuality, he was listening to Bertelli and Bernardo talking. He even tore a couple of holes in the paper so he could see them.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']At a nearby table, Dr. Polichev noticed the man eavesdropping. She told her friend.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Miss Luckey, still interested in the murder, decided to go to the newspaper office to see what she could learn. She soon found the office of the Charing Cross Trumpet, the newspaper in town. There, she met Nick Richards who was typing in the front of the tiny office. When she asked him about the murder a year before, he leaned back in the chair and looked her over.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Are with those other people?” he asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Well, I know one of them,” she replied.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']He told her what little he remembered: that there had been a murder about a year ago and the police were not doing much to solve it. He told her she was welcome to look through the old newspapers in the morgue, in the back of the office, if she wanted. He left here there.[/font][/size]

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[size=4][font='times new roman']Miss Holland left the hotel after lunch and soon slowed when she heard Mr. Bertelli calling her name. He walked with her. Babydoll followed behind them.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“So, what other successes have you found in the occult?” he asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Are you talking about the recent unpleasantness?” she asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Well, I know a little bit about that,” he said. “Have you had any other successes?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Successes with the occult?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Yes.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Well … now that you mention it, I suppose I will tell you. John McKeefe and I investigated the escape of an insane asylum patient by the name of Brian Timmons. I, for some reason, convinced the asylum to let him go and we investigated his, I guess you would say hide-out house. We were starting to put together the fact that Brian Timmons looks and acts a lot like his great-great grandfather, Douglas Timmons. We found his journal. We found an underground basement with a bunch of grates in it. And … the things. The things we have seen. We found creatures in the grates.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Creatures?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Creatures.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“What kind of creatures?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Evil, devilish creatures.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Like … monsters?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Yes. And, the most important thing we found, though, was a man, or at least we thought he was a man. His skin was grafted … it seems like his skin was grafted over his chest and his arm was attached.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“That sounds rather disturbing.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Yes! It was very disturbing. And, he could barely function or talk. It wasn’t Timmons but it looked like his clothes were rotted off as if he’d been there a long time. We found Douglas Timmons’ journal there. That book holds many powers.”[/font][/size]

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[size=4][font='times new roman']John McKeefe was having lunch at the drugstore by himself when Miss Holland and Bertelli arrived. Miss Holland inquired of Mr. McCorkindale about some salve for her scar. He said he could help her and went to fetch something from the back. He returned after a few moments and handed her a tube.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Hello,” a woman’s voice said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']She turned to find the blonde woman who knew Dr. Huxtable standing there.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I’m a plastic surgeon,” the woman said. “You’ve a very, very beautiful face. Don’t waste your money on that. That’s not good for your skin. I know some tricks.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Ah, Dr. Natalia,” Bertelli said, approaching the two women.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Pardon me, ma’am,” Miss Holland said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“If you’re interested,” Dr. Polichev said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I believe my scar gives me character.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Then why are you covering it up, darling?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“It’s salve. For … healing purposes. It smells nice.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I don’t think I quite understand.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Neither do I.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Miss Holland inquired of McCorkindale if he did any kind of surgery but the man told her he was a just a pharmacist.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Darling, why are you asking about surgery?” Dr. Polichev said. “I’m a plastic surgeon. I’m well known in New York City. I have worked on many stage actresses.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Well,” Miss Holland said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']When McCorkindale saw Dr. Polichev, he disappeared into the back room.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I’m asking because you never know who could have cut this lady up,” Miss Holland said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Dr. Polichev gave Miss Holland her card. There were addresses listed in New York and Providence.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“You may ring me if interested,” she said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']With that, they parted.[/font][/size]

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[size=4][font='times new roman']Miss Holland crossed town, going by the college campus, and went to the office of the Charing Cross Trumpet once again. Nick Richards offered her a jolt of the whiskey he kept in his desk drawer but she declined. She asked about his newspaper archives and he said she was free to look through them. He took her into the back room where a very tall, attractive woman was looking through the newspapers. She recognized her as the other women that Dr. Huxtable had known.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Who are you over there?” Miss Holland asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Penelope Luckey introduced herself and they shook hands. Then both of them set to work looking through the newspaper archives.[/font][/size]

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[size=4][font='times new roman']Bertelli and Babydoll strolled around town for a little while. There was nothing that stood out in Charing Cross that he noticed, however.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Can we go back and visit that lady?” Babydoll asked. “I had a question for her.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“The scar lady?” Bertelli answered.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“No, the Mah Jongg lady.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“What was your question?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“What was her job? What was the dead lady’s job?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“We’re closer to the apothecary. Her husband should know.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“He seemed a little …”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“He’s talked to me before. I know how to approach him.”[/font][/size]

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[size=4][font='times new roman']Dr. Polichev went to Charing Cross College. She wanted to find out if they had any surgical facilities and was disappointed to learn that they did not. The college was a small engineering school. It had a student body of about 200 and a quality engineering library but was exclusively math, science, and engineering oriented. The campus had two dormitory buildings, two classroom/office buildings, and a library, which she learned contained an impressive 30,000 volumes.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']She wondered about the woman being torn to pieces and looked in some of the engineering classrooms, wondering if some kind of machine might have torn her apart. There was a shop on campus but no equipment that could have ripped a person in half.[/font][/size]

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[size=4][font='times new roman']Dr. Huxtable, along with Bryan and Silversmith went to Apple Lane Park in search of the hobos that afternoon. However, the park was empty of vagrants. Silversmith eventually guessed that the travelers might sleep in the park, but keep to themselves during the day. They talked to a few people. One child of about 12 was quite talkative on the subject.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Sometimes there’s dirty hobos at night,” he told them. “The police let them sleep here overnight and then they kick ‘em out in the morning.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Hey kid, you want a sip?” Silversmith said, holding out his mason jar.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Ooh!” the boy cried, reaching for it.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“No,” Bryan said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Okay,” Silversmith said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']The boy glared at him.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“You’re mean!” he said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']He reared one leg back to kick the private investigator in the shin but Bryan was faster, producing a coin from his pocket.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Here’s a nickel,” he said. “Go get you some candy.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Thanks, mister!” the boy said, taking the coin and running away.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']The men split up and went their separate ways after that.[/font][/size]

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[size=4][font='times new roman']Dr. Huxtable went to Charing Cross College. He found a few young men throwing a football in the large courtyard of the school. Nearby was a large, round reflecting pool. There were very few students about and he guessed not many were there during the summer session.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Hey, what’s up, guys,” He said, dropping his British accent. “What’s up about the rumors of that murder a year ago?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']They looked at him and then at each other.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“A murder a year ago?” one of them said. “What are you talking about?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“You want to go study tonight?” Dr. Huxtable said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Who are you?” the young student said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']Dr. Huxtable turned and ran away, leaving the confused youths to scratch their heads.[/font][/size]

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[size=4][font='times new roman']Angus Silversmith also wandered onto the campus. He found several students and asked them all if they knew anyplace where he could get some booze.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“That’s illegal!” one young man said.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“I know it is,” Silversmith replied. “But I know you might know where it might be.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']No one talked to him about it. Most of the students avoided him.[/font][/size]

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[size=4][font='times new roman']Lionel Hutz found Bertelli and Babydoll as they walked around the town. The three went back to Margaret Dupres’ house and asked about Sarah McCorkindale’s profession. They learned that she was a housewife.[/font][/size]

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[size=4][font='times new roman']Manfred Donald also returned to Mrs. Dupres’ house during that day. He knocked on the door and she seemed pleased to see him. He asked about the McCorkindales.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“How was there relationship?” he asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Robair was very in love with Sarah,” Mrs. Dupres said. “And Sarah was a good wife and loved him as well. That’s why Robair had such a terrible time when she died. He fell apart. When the police didn’t seem to do much about it, he became more and more upset as months and months have gone by.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“Do you know if he found anything out?” he asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“If what?” she asked.[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“If Robair found anything out about the murder?”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“No. Fetz … he always complains about Sgt. Fetz. That Fetz isn’t doing his job, isn’t finding out who killed … or what killed his wife. If it was wild dogs or a madman or what.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“He hasn’t been doing anything by himself.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']“No. He keeps getting told that if he interferes it’s … what is it? Entangling with police business or something like that. He fears if he interferes he’ll be jailed for it. Interfering. Interfering in police business.”[/font][/size]

[size=4][font='times new roman']He spent only a little time trying to find McCorkindale’s residence and learned that he lived over his pharmacy.[/font][/size]

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