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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sheelba of the Eye" data-source="post: 9842612" data-attributes="member: 7046890">The gang gathered at Dorothy’s family house. The Maudsley Asylum was a taxi cab away and, if the midwife, Mona Dunlap, they reminded themselves, could shed any light on things, it would we worth the time and effort. Poor Dorothy was quite upset. The more she thought about it, the more they talked about it, the more concerned she became. What could Mr. Corbitt be doing with bits of people? It didn’t bear thinking about. Leading the way out she put her coat on, on autopilot reminding Percy to get his hat, and, just as she reached for the door froze as someone knocked!She opened the door a crack and peered into the dim Sunday light. A tall red-head, hair slicked back - either into a very tight bun or cropped short - highlighting the kind of cheekbones which make men stare and other women clench their jaws, slacks and a very trim jacket.“Er, who are you,” Dorothy asked, enunciating poorly.“Hello,” said the smiling face. “I’m Miss Castleton, from Wheelers and Sons, the architectures. “I was led to believe that Mr. Blahblah was visiting at XX XXXXXXXXX Road, Regent’s Park, and as I have business with him, here I am.”“Oh, er, I suppose you ought to come in then,” managed Dorothy.“Mon Dieu! It is Mabel! The perfect person. The very one to help us. You simply must accompany us directly.” Michel was not always the clearest thinker.“Good afternoon, Mr. Blah [for the love of God] blah, Mr. Wheeler sent me.”“On a Sunday?” interjected Percy, wincing.“Quite. There is the outstanding bill for the interior decorating we did for you and Mr. Wheeler sent m-““Madam, quite, quite impossible! Of course I paid, did I not?” Exclaimed Michel as Yasmine and Dorothy exchanged glances.Before long a cheque for £150 pounds had been cut, made payable directly to Mabel, and the gang, along with a slightly confused Mabel, was bundling itself into a couple of hackney carriages. The river was crossed, the hospital was found and paying the cab fares our intrepid investigators alighted. Up the steps and through the main doors the gang were confronted with a large antechamber, a desk and rather bored looking working class man in a uniform.“You distract him while I ask questions,” Muttered Yasmine, perfectly willing to exploit Mabel’s astonishing good looks.“Er, what? How?” Came the delightfully naive answer.“Come along,” Yasmine took Mabel by the arm presented her to the guard on duty, who, licking his hand and trying to comb his hair into shape he stood up and asked how he could help miss.“We need to see Mona Dunlap, she should be in the Central Sanitarium." The hapless guard gave directions without once taking his eyes off Mabel and the group set off through the slightly depressing if ornate hospital. An elderly guard let them into the ward and showed them into Dr. Bremer’s office.It didn’t take long before tea was served by George, the elderly guard, and Dr. Bremer was explaining that he had been there for over two years and no Miss or Mrs. Dunlap had been a resident in that time. Yasmine quickly talked him into searching through records. Mr.s Mona Dunlap has died nearly 6 years ago, only briefly regaining consciousness. She had sat bolt upright and shouted out:“It was awful! It didn’t have any arms or legs or hardly a face! It should have died! It should have died along with the other one!”TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOR THE INVESTIGATION OF THE CORBITT HOUSE</blockquote>

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