Tommy Hayes is in the pub this evening. A small village in Scotland seems like an odd place to be for a Londoner who is reputed to have stabbed a man to death. What is he up to? I decide to tail him to find out. 'He gets up from the bar and goes upstairs.' […]
Herpderp, not his real surname, returns to the investigation after a short disappearance. We get him updated as to what's happened. 'Castle picked a couple of locks successfully, one on his first attempt.' 'And you have Mummy Rot. One of these statements is not true.' 'Dammit, I must have Mummy Rot. What are my updated […]
We get the artefact out of Hancock's home and to a place of relative safety. Now we can get the police involved, but how? We broke in to the home to find Henry's corpse, and can't really tell the police that without incriminating ourselves. 'We need to get our story straight before we go to […]
Poking around the house of Henry Hancock has us delving in to his basement. In one of the rooms we discover a secret chamber behind a false wood panel, which apparently has been overlooked by whoever has ransacked the nearby study. The heavy iron box in the chamber may have been what the intruders were […]
The obvious first place to look for Henry Hancock, the gentleman apparently in distress, is in his home, in the village he was staying at. After settling in to our accommodation the previous evening, we make our way up to the house to investigate. We ring the bell, knock on the door, and get no […]
Apart from Harry Herpderp, not his real surname, attempting to pickle his organs, the liner journey across the Atlantic is uneventful. We arrive on the west coast of Scotland and travel by train and car to the east. Once there, Herpderp continues where he left off. 'Whisky', he says, when we enter a local pub. […]
We're heading to Scotland. Knowing the kind of investigations we get involved with, there is discussion about whether to the take the assault rifles brought back from the future with us. Taking any kind of weapon on a transatlantic liner to another country may be frowned upon, but rather deadly looking and quite unfamiliar weapons […]
Our investigations in New York draw to a close and we return to Boston, where a letter awaits Madame Za Za. An archaeologist appears to be in some distress, and the family asks if we could make the trip to Scotland, financed by them, to investigate. Of course we can. There is talk about how […]
Half of us manage to get in to the depths of the bunker, smashing through a sewer wall to get inside. The other half are upstairs, watching for guard reactions and preparing to cut the power if necessary. And by 'if necessary', I apparently take that to mean, 'when I get the tiniest bit twitchy'. […]
We can't get gas or grenades from the black market, not even knowing that it exists, but that's not stopping Harry Herpderp, not his real surname, from arming himself. 'I've bought a perfectly legal shotgun, and a perfectly legal hacksaw', he says, before taking one to the other. 'Do you know what you're doing?' At […]