Have You Seen The Yellow Sign?

The Mad Men at St Agnes

October 30th
We’re going to Herefordshire together with Dr Highsmith, to have a little chat with that fellow in the asylum, Alexander Roby is his name. Dr Highsmith wants a second opinion from Herbert, and the rest of us are invited to come along for some reason. Not that I don’t like a trip to the country side, but I don’t see what I can add to the decision that is due in about a month from now, regarding the poor chap. And frankly, I am not sure that either Esther or Leopold have much to offer in the regard.
But not to dwell on questions like that. At twenty minutes past ten, we left Paddington station, after I had made sure that my motorcycle would be delivered with the same train as we travelled with. The staff at the station seemed like decent, salt of the earth reliable chaps, and I felt completely confident in the British Railway.
The trip started out nicely enough, but to be honest, it didn’t take too long for me to realize that this Dr Highsmith was a polite enough, but clearly lacking in spirit and diversity. To be frank, he was a bore, and I think that, after less than an hour, the only one enjoying, or even paying attention to, his ramblings of psychological balderdashery was Herbert.
When we finally arrived, or so I thought, we were at the quaint little hamlet of Wobly, and by Jove, what a wobbly place that was! I have to say that maybe my view of the place, and its inhabitants may be somewhat coloured by the appalling lack of service and dedication the station staff showed, when they apparently managed to misplace my motorcycle! A large, magnificent motorcycle, which they promised would be transferred to the new train we were going to take. At first, before I realized the vileness of their lack in trustworthiness, I Thought them to be as skilled and reliable as the railway staff in London. But I was sorely mistaken. Clearly, the people of Wobly are not the most reliable kind.
How on Earth do you misplace a motorcycle on a small, rural train station?
Later that day we finally arrived to St Agnes. The asylum sort of dominated the landscape, where it was place on a hill above the village. After a quick look I decided to not impose on the asylum’s accommodations, and stayed at the railway inn. Before going to bed though, we were invited to the asylum, which made me even more confident in my decision to stay down at the inn. The patients’ rooms had sturdy bars in the windows, which made me wonder if they were some sort of criminally insane.
Soon enough, though, Alexander Roby proved to be harmless, but curiously strange. When he talked to him, or rather tried to talk to him, we were accompanied in the small cell, by Mr Reeves and Mr Price, who diligently wrote down everything the strange fellow had to say.
While Herbert tried to start a conversation, with sadly meagre results, I leafed through a couple of books Mr Roby had in the room. I have to say that I was a bit surprised to see that the books to some degree seemed to cover topics strangely similar to the play, Carcosa – the Queen and the Stranger, as well as what we’ve read about the King in Yellow.
In a moment of peculiar inspiration I quote a verse of Cassilda’s song, and all of a sudden Mr Roby gets very talkative. Too bad though that he lacked a bit in coherence and clarity. He rambled on about some supposed co-workers of his, Edwards and Malcolm Quarrie, and some woman named Delia. But he also rambles on about the things he had scribbled in the books, like Hastur, Cassilda, the King in Yellow, and how something must be stopped. Good thing that Mr Reeves wrote it all down, because at the moment I could make neither head nor tail of what the clearly unbalanced man was talking about.
But I did realize that it had some striking similarities to the play and the books we’ve read. And to be honest, that piqued my curiosity, much more than the poor man’s mental state, I’m afraid.
Later that evening, another man’s mental state showed some strange phenomenon. I fear that it might have to do with a somewhat excessive use of alcoholic beverages. But our friend, Leopold, vehemently claimed that he saw coal drawings of monster on the wall papers in the library of the asylum. Of course he was completely wrong, but he still started to peel off parts of the wall paper before we saw it and stopped him.
After that I went back to the station and the inn. To my frustration, my motorcycle still hadn’t arrived!

October 31st
This Wednesday started with my motorcycle still being lost.
We went back to Mr Roby’s room, but this morning we got called out by his neighbour inmate. A man by the name of Lucius Halliwell, who was wearing a straight jacket. In after sight that maybe should have made us a bit doubting. He claimed that he had seen the King in Yellow. When asked about it, he claimed that the King was everywhere, especially on Carcosa, in Hastur beside Hali, in Carcosa.
The chap had suffered a brain injury in a car accident. And the reason to his straight jacket was that he had killed an orderly about a year ago.
Clearly he was completely demented. After all, even Mr Roby called him stark raving mad, and that he clearly didn’t understand anything.
I suppose he must have heard us the day before, through a small hole between the cells, that we found.
This day, we didn’t get much more information out of Mr Roby, and we decide to go back to London. But we also wanted to see the place where the strange things that had put Mr Roby in the asylum had taken place. We tried to get in touch with Grahame Roby, and a day later, we got a message that the house was no longer in the family’s possession. But we have the address, and might be able to get to see it anyway.
In the evening we got back to London. When we got back the news that Mr Black had started talking, and to our relief he seemed to recognize his wife. But he was clearly still mentally affected as he refused to talk about anything else but the apes.
I tried to find out if a Malcolm Quarrie had a phone, but without success.

November 1st
I talk to dear Mabel, and asks her help in finding out anything about Malcolm Quarrie. And once again she proves her invaluable worth! She manages to dig up information about a Malcolm Quarrie, who lived at an address in Westminster until the spring of -26. And that he seemed to have some connection to the Royal Society until February that same year.
Maybe it is a coincidence, but it fits quite well with the period of madness that seems to afflict Mr Roby (October to April). Not to mention the time of the strange happenings that resultaed in Mr Roby’s being locked away at the asylum. And the address, in Mayfair, is apparently quite close to the place where Mr Quarrie last had a known address, in Mayfair.
We should take a look at both places. And maybe we can find some interesting information if we contact the Royal society as well.
This is probably nothing, but I have to admit it is a bit exciting to examine these strange dealings. Makes me feel a little like Sherlock Holmes!

Carcosa - the Queen and the Stranger

October 17th
Tonight we’re going to see a new play, Carcosa – the Queen and the Stranger. It is an amateur show, but have some interesting actor and actresses in it. One of them is aforementioned Mr Reston. Let us hope that he has recuperated from the dreadful experience it must have been to have played the main character in Sodom.
The play had an interesting script, to say the least, and for being an amateur cast, surprisingly passable acting performances. The director, Talbot Estus, was also the writer of the screenplay, as well as playing the role of the enigmatic King in Yellow.
Coming to the opening night, I was surprised to see the number of well known and semi well known individuals were there, including the despicable Mr Carmichael, despite his well deserved reception of his last play, and the main actor of the same play. The Scala theatre was almost sold out, which I would consider a quite an impressive feat for an amateur theatre company.
I don’t feel I can give the play a proper account here, and will confine myself with a few scattered notes:
The play is supposedly based on a story written Robert W. Chambers, The King in Yellow. That story in turn supposedly is a translation of a French story, Le Roi en Jaune (the author might be Thomas de Castaigne, but that is somewhat uncertain at this point). I would assume that it is a slight stretch by Mr Estus, to call his play an adaptation from French. I would rather see it as an adaptation of a translation. And to be honest, with all its surprising, and rather intriguing, qualities, it did lack somewhat in coherency and stringency. But it is not for me to act the reviewer, and I will gladly hand that over to my friend Mr Twain.
During the play, I fear that Leopold fell asleep during one of the more interesting parts, as he clearly dreamed a little too vividly for a few moments, and insisted on someone in the audience screaming during the last scene of the Act I. Of course that didn’t happen at all.
The screaming and shouting actually came after the rather bland and disappointing end of the play. Something happened in the front of the theatre and some fisticuffing commenced.
Feeling the play had some interesting points, which I found lacking in exploration, I managed to find out the aforementioned facts about the background of the play. I have decided to find the French original text, to get a better understanding of the actual message of the story, which I fear got lost in the too numerous translations and adaptations of the story.
The characters The King in Yellow and The Stranger were particularly interesting. From what I gathered, the Stranger is the herald of The King in Yellow, telling about strange tidings where humankind will perish into something more than death. However that is possible. On the whole it was a rather nihilistic theme to the story, but with some original parts, which I will have to investigate further, once I find the original texts.
I also talked to Mr Michael Gillen, who played the Stranger, to find out some more of his insights in the character, but found him sorely lacking in actor dedication. He just seemed to think it was funny to be on stage!

October 18th
Today I managed to procure the following texts:
Der Wanderer durch den See (by A.R.)
Omnibus – A Complete Collection of the Novels (by Talbot Estus)
The King in Yellow (by Robert W. Chambers)
I began reading them immediately to see if I could get some clarifications of the story I saw on stage the night before. I also let my friends know that I had the books, should they be interested in reading them as well.
I also talked to Mr Thurber about a throttle valve for the fuel feeding pipe in my car, to secure the flow of fuel to a reasonable level, when speed isn’t of the essence. And together we started to build that for my car.

October 20th
I’ve read more of the books, and found some common themes in them. Sadly, it seems the French original is peculiarly hard to come by. I’ve asked Mable to contact some experts in London and in Paris to find a copy of the book.
It seems the story is about some sort of entity, or entities, who have inhabited the Earth, but coming from another star system, called the Hyades. And that they will come back, or he, or whatever it is, though apparently it is called the King in Yellow. And when he comes everything will be still and lifeless, and at some sorts of peace. I have a very hard time making heads or tails of this whole story. Parts of it sounds like some strange science fiction, spiritualistic yet nihilistic balderdash. At the same time I can’t shake the feeling that there is something more to it.
I also hear that the play has been cancelled, due to the theatre not wanting any more to do with a play that caused so much scrimmage that the police had to be called to the place after the curtain fall.
Sad, in a way, I think I would have wanted to see the play at least once more.
Today we also talk to Talbot, about the play, and the inspiration for it. He keeps on talking about the King in Yellow, and to me it sounds as if the King will come, and annihilate all, and it will give us all peace and inner harmony for all eternity. Nothing that made anything clearer to me, but actually more interesting. Leopold managed to obtain Mr Talbot’s text The Yellow Sign. A rather intriguing, slightly disturbing, but hopefully very insightful read.

October 29th
Mr Simms have apparently talked to a colleague about a patient. The colleague wanted Herbert’s opinion about a few things regarding the patient, and now we’re all going to the St Agnes Asylum, or something.
It is in Herefordshire, and I have nothing better to do. I might as well come along. After all, last time we were out on the country side, we had a rather peculiar adventure. It would be a shame to find out I miss an adventure, now wouldn’t it.

Hell Hath No Fury

Monday, March 19 1928
After a particularly annoying intermezzo on the roads outside Birmingham, after which I had to have my car towed to a local garage, I came to the town of Helmsdon. Though I was set on not tarry any more than necessary in any of the rural areas of West Midlands, I happened to see a familiar car outside the quaint hotel of the town. It was the Blacks’ car, and of course I stopped. I didn’t even get inside the hotel before I saw my friends come out, clearly agitated and upset about something, already at this early time of the morning.
It did not take long before I was served a peculiar tall tale, involving 400 year old witch curses and deformed murder monkeys, or something along those bizarre lines. It certainly was hard to believe what they told me, but I had no cause to mistrust my friends. Clearly they were agitated, and something had happened that had made them this. Maybe they had had a bout of hysteria. But one fact was undeniable, Mr Black had gone missing, apparently after having had some awfully cruel things done to him and his teeth. Not surprising then, that the usually so delightful Mrs Black was particularly distraught.
As I am not a man to leave friends in need blowing, I readily agreed to help them look for Mr Black. I might have had a slightly calming effect on some of the group, since they seemed ready to rush headlong into a forest, intent on burning a fourhundred year old witch, who they were insistent on had kidnapped Mr Black. But after some discussion we decided to let the police in on the disappearance, and let them handle their part of the search for Mr Black, who apparently had been quite confused by strong medications at the time. At that time, I was quite certain that the confused man had just walked off in the night, without knowing what he was doing.
After some hasty preparations, we headed out to some place north of the aforementioned forest. As a help to find the witch, my friends had found a strange instrument, which they called a witch finder. They had places some strands, supposedly from the witch’s grave, which they had found in another part of the forest, in a non existent church (by Jove, don’t ask me about that! They were quite incoherent when they told me about it). Come to think of it, I recall that hair burns quite lively, and if that whitch had been burned, which the old stories said, there wouldn’t have been neither a grave nor any hair left, would it?
Anyway, after a speedy drive we were on a small road just north of the forest, and the strange witch finder contraption indicated that whatever it was designed to find, was in the south, inside the forest. After having heard about some strange time phenomenon in the forest I made sure to keep careful track of time, and also made note of the time on the clock in my car.
Then we made way into the wild grown, probably quite old oak forest. At the edge of the forest we found a felled tree, with crude cross carved into it. I did not comment on my friends insisting on carving a new cross in the mushroom overgrown stump of the tree.
Our forest guide, Leopold led us into the forest, guided by the witch finder in Herbert’s hands. And surely, for the first time I had some indications that something inexplicably strange was going on. It was getting dark, far too quickly, and when I made careful note of the minute-hand, there were no doubts that it was moving at a considerably slower pace than it should!
I have never heard of such a strange phenomenon. Even though I seem to recall some writings from that strange German physician, about time moving slower in certain circumstances, I can’t see any of those circumstances being the case here. We were actually moving along in a dreadfully slow pace, as the forest clearly wasn’t made for any form of recreational walks.
Luckily enough, though, we did find an old, paved road. It was in a dreadful condition, of course, but it lead almost exactly in the direction in which the witch finder directed us. Not long after we had found the road, something even more strange happened.
On each side of the road were sticks in the ground, about three or four feet high, topped with the heads of dead poultry! Not only was that a gruesome decoration, but as we got closer, the heads of the dead hens started cackle. I have heard stories of heads of newly beheaded poultry cackling for a while after being separated from their body, but this couldn’t be the case here, since the heads had begun decomposing! Along the road ahead, were more of those sticks, with dead hen heads starting to cackle. We feared it was some sort of strange, and disgusting alarm system. But I have no idea how it could even work.
There wasn’t much we could do, but follow the paved road deeper into the forest. All this time it was getting darker at an alarming rate, and the light was that of dusk, when we arrived to an old, dilapidated stone house, next to a seemingly ancient oak. Judging from the architecture of the house, I’d say a 16th century rural abode. Poor Esther saw something hanging from the oak, and rushed straight ahead, through the swamp surrounding the road, calling out her husband’s name.
I and Leopold had spotted light coming out from the door, and had our firearms at the ready. That quickly turned out to be a good decision, as we saw some strange disturbances in the air behind Esther as she tried to help her poor husband who was hanging upside down in the tree. Seconds later a strange and foul creature appeared, seemingly out of thin air! (I later learned that my friends called it a dimensional shambler, what in God’s name that can be.)
A fire fight started, but that was just the beginning! The door to the house opened, and an old, horrid, crone appeared. At the same time, foot high clay creatures with fangs and claws came rushing to attack us. While Herbert and Esther tries to help Mr Black, Leopold and I defeats the shambler creature, and wounds the witch (turns out that the crone was some sort of witch, since she seemed to cast strange and confounding spells, on Leopold’s arm, for example).
In the havoc, Esther and Herbert manage to get Mr Black down, and then promptly set the roof of the house on fire. The witch retreat into the house, supposedly to do some eve more nefarious deeds, and in a joint action, Leopold, still unable to use his right arm, opens the door, and shoot the evil creature in the head, ending her wicked incantations before fruition.
What happened next is so gruesome I hesitate to tell the details in this journal. I’ll just say that Leopold and Esther makes sure that the decidedly dead witch will not rest in peace, but in pieces spread out in the swamp!
Herbert examined the book from which the witch had been reading, and found strange writings in Latin, describing all sorts of strange spells and incantations. I don’t even want to start to try and understand what that was about, but I guess one could call it a grimoire of sorts. Apart from the book, we also found a ceremonial dagger, used in wicked and dark rituals, described in the book.
After that gruesome adventure, we hurried back to the car, though it took its time, considering we once again had to navigate through brambles, and bushes from centuries ago. But in a strange way it felt a bit good. We had defeated a clearly evil creature, and saved Mr Black. Even if he was in a dreadful condition, he was at least alive.
When we arrive at my car, in full daylight I might add, we were attacked by a dreadful hunger, and exhaustion. And true to what my friends had told me, the time and date outside of the forest was Tuesday, 20th of March, noon! We had been gone for more than 24 hours, but as long as us were concerned, it had taken but a couple of hours.
Once back, Dr Winthrope sees to Mr Black, who is in a worse condition than I first thought. His physical injuries will heal, but his mental health will take longer I’m afraid. He’s catatonic, and need an undetermined time of rest at a sanatorium in London.
It sure was an unexpected, and exceedingly strange, adventure. Leaving me with some questions about the strange creatures that attacked us, the dimensional shambler, and those clay creatures, apparently called homunculi, not to mention a real witch!

March the last
Leopold had invited us to the premier show of Anthony Carmichael’s new play, Sodom. To be honest, not the most well spent hours. It was a dreadful play, disastrous script, deficient acting, and a preposterous and pointless attempt at shocking the audience. Naturally, the show was cancelled after just two nights.
I have long suspected that Mr Carmichael was a bit overrated. Turns out that he was quite a bit overrated.
If one should find anything positive about the play, it was the young man, Adrain Reston, playing the main character. Sad for such a promising artist, to have his career dented by such a hideous play.

October 17th
Tonight we’re going to see a new play, Carcosa – the Queen and the Stranger. It is an amateur show, but have some interesting actor and actresses in it. One of them is aforementioned Mr Reston. Let us hope that he has recuperated from the dreaful experience it must have been to have played the main character in Sodom.

HYSTYS? Interlude 1


Edgar would had followed Herbert and Leopold to the Blacks, but he had to stay in London and work. Otherwise he seems to be able to take time off from his job, but not this time.
They decided that he would join a few days later. Early in the morning of Sunday the 18th, he started the trip (which was expected to take 8-10 hours by car instead of 4-5 hours by train).
Somewhere after Birmingham the car broke down (engine came loose because of poor roads). He borrowed a phone and called the Blacks, but no one answered.
After getting help to tow the car to a repair shop, he paid someone to repair the car all and arrives in Helmsdon in the morning. On the road through Helmsdon he saw Black’s car outside the Queen Anne Hotel and stop.

Have You Seen The Yellow Sign? Part 2
Hell hath no Fury (p2)

Major Northcote had left them some financial papers to deliver to Jacob. In the car they inspected them. The Major was leaving for London, but he was going to keep the lodge. They also found his address in Camden.
After supper, they went to the local pubs in Helmsdon (not all twelve!) to inquire the locals. They didn´t know anything. Between two pubs, they saw the lights on in the library, and they went there instead. Old George was still working (Esther told the others that he´s always working) and he gladly helped them search for information. All books regarding the Black Family was already borrowed by Jacob, but he helped them found information about some other things.
The story of Melinda Pryce was confirmed, and some of her art should be in Derby (including an Arthurian series).
No information regarding St Michael’s Chapel and no information about any Northcote that have lived in the area.
When they searched for Oak Wood they found something interesting. And old map (16th century) pictured the old wood with the sign for church in the middle of the wood.
Other strange activities in the area include some wolf murders in 1852. Two humans and a lot of animals was killed during the winter before in suddenly stopped without explanation in April.
After midnight, they returned to the Manor and after a short inspection they went to bed. When all other had fallen asleep, Esther was brushing her hair when she felt smoke from the hallway. At the door she felt the heat and heard the sound of the fire outside. She screamed for the others and woke up Jacob. Smoke started to pour in and soon even the fire. Jacob jumped out the second floor window and Esther tried to climb down but fell and hurt her leg. She screamed as the fire consumed the house. Jacob, Leopold and Herbert woke up and heard / saw Esther on the grass and run out to help her. Esther realized it was no trace of the fire.
They all went to bed except Leopold who had carried out the door to the shed in the garden and lit lamps around the shed while he stayed in the drawing room watching all night.
At seven in the morning, the maid Josephine went up and started screaming. First when she saw the carved pentagrams all over the bath room. And then when she saw the carved pentagrams all over the kitchen. Then she resigned and left to her sister in Birmingham.
The investigators also found that the dining room and the two empty bedrooms (Herbert had fallen asleep in the Blacks room) have been completely covered in small pentagrams.
They left the Manor and checked in at The Queen Anne Hotel.
After breakfast they sent a lot of telegrams: To Ecclestone regarding Northcote, to Tenbaker regarding pentagram related crimes, to Regina Phelps regarding witchcraft, and to the Earl of Derby regarding the Arthurian paintings in Derby.
Jacob needed rest, so the others drove to Oak Wood. At the outskirts the saw a big old oak that had been cut down the last weeks. On the tree the saw on old carved cross. Strange mushrooms had already started to grow on the stump. They theorized that this tree could be one of the five points in the star they found on the map at Major Northcote.
The entered the forest. The first part seemed very normal with sunlight and bird sounds. After a while the scenery changed. The wood grew thicker and the bird had disappeared. They saw a strange flower that seemed to grasp after them, and an old cottage with a recently dead man in old clothes. He had grown attached to the ground and his skin was covered in strange mushrooms.
After five hours (at five in the evening) they saw a church in a clearing. In front of the church they found an unmarked grave that had recently been opened from the inside. The assumed the grave belonged to Black Annie.
The church looked like St Michael’s chapel in the painting. Above the church door was a Sheela-na-gig and inside it was no decorations what so ever. In a pew they found a headless 16th century soldier. Leopold took his sabre. In his bag they found a witch-finder (a compass to find a witch). Herbert repaired it and with some hair from the grave the witch-finder started spinning and pointed to the north.
In the center of the church was an open sarcophagus. It was empty.
The investigators didn’t want to meet a witch yet, and it was getting dark now. They decided to head home for now. It was hard work to go through the woods again, especially since it was now dark. After 4-5 hours it suddenly become light again. Morning light. And they felt very, very tired and hungry. Especially Leopold who hadn’t slept the night before. When they finally arrived at the Haynes farm they got something to eat and saw the Sunday Times at the table. It was now the 18th! Their 12 hours trip had taken over 36 hours!
After some sleeping and some more food at the Five Oak Inn in Beck Green they went back to Helmsdon. As soon as they parked at Queen Anne Hotel the manager ran out screaming to Esther that Jacob had an accident and now was with Dr Winthrope.
At the Doctor, he explained that Jacob was now sleeping because all the pain killers. During the night, he or someone else had drawn out seven of his teeth.
Leopold and Herbert examined Jacobs room at the Hotel. Someone had driven spikes into the bed and that way pinned Jacob to the bed. Other guests had heard his scream but thought it was just his nightmares. Meanwhile, Jacob told Esther that he was attacked by a lot of small clay creatures that removed his teeth. Leopold remembered an old witch tale where the witch uses teeth to create small creatures to help her, witch-kin or homunculus.
They decided to leave for London in the morning to find out more about how to deal with a witch.
But during the night, a strange “space ape creature” appeared in thin air before the Blacks, and even though Esther tried to stop the creature it grasped Jacob and disappeared with him.

Have You Seen The Yellow Sign? Part 1
Hell Hath No Fury (p1)

1928-03-14 — 1928-03-15

Dr Simms and Mr Twain was changing trains in Birmingham. They were on their way to visit Mr and Mrs Black in their summer home in Derbyshire. The Blacks had seem disturbed when they called. Strange this had happened in their manor. Their dog has vanished, blood was smeared on a wall, a pentagram was carved on the front door. And Mr Black have had nightmares.
The two friends was no experts on the subjects, but were close friends to the Blacks so they went to help, even if it was mostly for moral support.
The train stopped in Helmsdon and Jacob picked them up at the station. Jacob seemed nervous but tried to be as jolly as possible. Back at the manor, the guest read the framed curse Black Annie had put on the Black family in 1584:
“And ye shall suffer the curse of Black Annie: blood shall flow and the dead shall walk and ye shall be the last of the line.”
Jacob laughed and said that the witch apparently failed since he is still here 350 years later.
The guest rested in their guest rooms a short time before dinner.
Jacob opened a bottle of fine wine and tried to be a good host. After dinner they talked about what had happened, and they looked at the door with the pentagram in the door. It was carved 4 inches above the floor and was only a couple of inches.
They searched the whole house, but the only thing they could find was some strange rat trails. The trails looked like rats, but was positioned wrongly.
In the study, Jacob have gathered all the books in Helmsdon regarding Black Annie. Black Annie was burned at the stakes 1584 at the age of 20 and she cursed the Blacks. Their home ( Oakwood Manor) burned down shortly after and all Blacks was killed except one of Sir Edwards brothers that were in France at the time.
Without any real clues they continued to drink wine in the dining room. When Herbert was visiting the bath room he heard some scratching outside the door, but nothing was there. In the hallway he heard the scratching from inside the bath room and hastily opened the door. He then saw a very small monkey running behind the toilet and escaping thru a small rat hole in the wall. He gathered his friends and they sensed a faint smell of charcoal. Then they decided to visit the coal cellar and there they found a small hole beneath the bath room. They placed six rat trap cages thru the house and went to bed.
Leopold was awakened by being trapped in his bed and attacked by small monkeys with a pocket knife. The monkeys had red glowing eyes and large fangs and was laughing hysterical. Leopold started to scream and was yet again awakened when his friends come running in to the room.
In the morning, Esther found that one of the traps had set off. But the cage was empty. Someone had bent the bars and escaped.
Jacob had to work, but the others went to visit the ruins of Oakwood Manor outside Beck Green. First they visited Major Northcote who lived in the old hunting lodge and was the current owner of the land were Oakwood Manor was. He said that they were welcome to visit the old ruins.
The ruins was overgrown and there was clear sign on the stone that it had burned down. One part of the top floor was slightly less destroyed and it was there they found a painting beneath the soot. They also found another painting beneath the painting. They carefully cleaned the soot and found a painting of a wounded knight in the arms of a priest. The priest was healing the knight with the Holy Grail. Surrounding them was a battle between knights and classic looking daemons.
The painting beneath was the same motive, but the priest was changed to an old man (possibly a druid) and the daemons was changed to Christian knights. It was also more blood and gore in that painting.
Since it was late afternoon they decided to return to Major Northcote. Northcote was an retired Major and apperantly was intrested in english history, primarily Arthurian legends and he saw Arthur as the ultimate leader. Northcote was packing all of his books to return to London. On a wall in the lodge was a painting of St Michaels Chapel and the style of the painting matched the murial found in Oakwood Manor. The painting of the church was made by Melinda Pryce. Melinda was a sister-in-law to Sir Edward Black and lived in Oakwood Manor after her husband died. She died with (almost) all the Black at the fire 1584. No one have heard about the St Michaels Chapel.
Herbert searched the rooms and found an old book about the channels in Derbyshire and in it was an even older map of the area around Helmsdon and Beck Green. Just north of Beck Green was a five pointed star drawn. Herbert stole the book before they left to pick up Jacob from work.


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