Thursday 19th of January 1893
- As the bruises from the fall had gotten considerably worse during the night , Rev. Paul Hartley Hobbs checked in at St. Bart’s for threatment.
Friday 20th of January
*Gordon Gibson took the encrypted text to a acquaintance by the name of Eric Cambell, a printer in Fleet Street. Together they managed to break the ceasarian shift, and Cambell took the task of producing a decoded print.
Saturday 21st of January
- Even though the Hobbs should stay in bed, a visit to John William Brodie-Innes was made and the deal was sweetened. Altho’ Brodie-Innes had a hard time believing in our friends tales of hauntings and strange happenings, he agreed that something had to be done. Hobbs was talked into performing an exorsism on the house, and Gibson lightheartedly promised to rid the house of the evil presence. Brodie-Innes thereby upped the ante with 50£ sterling.
Sunday 22nd of January
- Hartley Hobbs had a visit from Archdeacon Montgomery Winthrop who had to stand in for our good vicar at the sunday sermon. Not at all pleased with Hobbs behaviour as of late, he used this opportunity to give the good vicar a reprimand.
- At the Portobello market, Gibson was approached by A Chinese man, looking for old religious texts from China and Tibet, preferably hand written. Gibson made another lighthearted promise to present the books for inspection the next morning.
Monday 23rd of January
- After recieving a deciphered print from Eric Cambell, Gibson decided to follow a lead from it. He visited the British Museum, looking for a unspecified Indian exhibition piece. He thereby missed the appointment with the chinese, who was mildly put furios over Gibsons uncivil behaviour.
Tuesday 24th of January
- Burglary at Gibson’s Bygones!! During the hours of night the front door was forced open by thieves unknown. A mess was made of the office, and Gibsons precious archive was littered all over the floor. The hidden safe had beed cracked open, and the last four books of the Tibetan Lot had been stolen. The intruders had not taken any money, despite the substantial amount present in the safe. The police promised to make inquiries and report back to Gibson.
- Gibson sent Berry to the Natural History Museum with his coat, in which he found remnants of the Star Shaped Fungi at The Chapel of Contemplation.
- The duo once more embarked upon the quiet suburb known as Epsom with the afternoon train. They found the front door of the Webber House wide open, almost certainly by force. In the cellar a horrid sight waited the two, as they discovered the dead body of Sgt. Ellsworth! In his chest and clutched in his hands stood the Tibetan Dagger! The whole affair took an even more unfortunate turn when the dagger shook itself out of the wound and started spinning in the air! Utter chaos thereby ensued when it began to attack! Trying to bury it in the dirt ground, Gibsons mind turned on him, as he suddenly attacked the good vicar with the shovel!
The two then took the logial turn of running away upstairs. Seeking sanctuary in the kitchen, they kindled a fire and found some sorely needed comfort in a can of Auntie May’s Canned Pea Soup. However, the illusion of safety soon ended when the kitchen knifes on the wall started to rattle madly. Our good friends did the perfectly rational act of running a way a bit more.
Manning up courage in the garden they went through the facts known about the house and concluded that Walter Corbitt was buried in his basement! Squeesing out their last drop of courage they boldly traversed the stairs and started breaking down the wall with the aforementioned shovel.
Inside waited the long dead body of Walter Corbitt. Chaos once more ensued when the body rose from its resting place and attacked! Not much is remembered from this enigmatic fight, but after a heroic attack with with Gibsons sword cane, Corbitt saw the need to summon help. Just as Hobbs delivered the finishing blow on Corbitt with the shovel, help unfortunately came. From an utter darkness came a creature of another world, an ungodly appearance of an apelike beast from satans courts. His head was merely a huge, vertical gaping mouth. The good vicar thereby fainted and was picked up by the nearly dead antiquarian and dragged out of the house with the creature chasing them up the stairs. After this, not much is remembered.
Wednesday 25th of January
- As the sun rose, Gibson and Hobbs woke at the stairs of Epsom Church. They were rushed to London, were Gibson was operated at London Hospital, and hospitalised for a week. Hobbs discovered the still bloody tibetan dagger in his pocket.
- Jeremy Berry called upon his master. He had had been given a name at the Royal Botanic Gardens, namely the well known William Turner Thiselton Dyer. As a mycologist, he should be the right person to contact for an inspection of the star shaped fungi. Berry, as he puts it, “dont believe that his social standing is quite up to the humongous task of calling on William Turner Thiselton Dyer quite yet sir”, and insists that his master contacts the Director himself.
Friday 26th of January