Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1 (New York City)

"Listen lady, you started the rudeness with that snide comment of yours first." Growls Jack Chance at the mystic, desperately trying to hold down a vodka induced belch that was quickly building in his stomach. Just because he was a drunk didn't mean that he wanted to be treated as one. After all, he was a skilled private investigator. He knew what he was doing, even if he didn't know what was going on. Then it occured to him that he wasn't making sense. His head started to hurt... but he was sure that was just the vodka.

"I think the old biddy's right... do we know what Mr. Elias was looking for here? Jack said, then turning to smirk at Miriam, he said with a wink, "You graduated up from "toots." knowing full well she would completely miss the wit of his remark and mentally bracing himself for her rebuttal.
 

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"Listen lady, you started the rudeness with that snide comment of yours first." Growls Jack Chance at the mystic, desperately trying to hold down a vodka induced belch that was quickly building in his stomach. Just because he was a drunk didn't mean that he wanted to be treated as one. After all, he was a skilled private investigator. He knew what he was doing, even if he didn't know what was going on. Then it occured to him that he wasn't making sense. His head started to hurt... but he was sure that was just the vodka.

"I think the old biddy's right... do we know what Mr. Elias was looking for here? Jack said, then turning to smirk at Miriam, he said with a wink, "You graduated up from "toots." knowing full well she would completely miss the wit of his remark and mentally bracing himself for her rebuttal.
"'Snide comment?' At my age, much more is forgiven, particularly since I have earned my respect. You, sir, are drunk and a terribly rude little boy. While you may yet contribute something of substance to this investigation, until then I suggest you apologize at once!" Miriam demands with prim affrontery.
 

"If you want me to apologize for tellin' the truth, well then, I'm sorry..." Jack says, giving the woman a false grin. "Now then, what was Mr. Elias looking for here in the Big Apple?" He says, turning toward William.
 


Prospero House

Jonah Kensington clears his throat to get everyone's attention. "Please, this is not a time to argue." He turns to Jack. "What was Jackson looking for? Well from his notes* here, he was working on some sort of lead that he found concerning the Carlyle Expedition**, who got themselves killed in africa a few years back. Though from his notes, he didn't seem to think that they where all dead." Jonah then looks at Miriam. "I don't know about what Jackson what looking for here in New York. His notes here are the only bit of information that I have on what it was. He never told me exactly what he had found out."



*Jonah shows the notes and letters that he has from Jackson.

** The others can quickly tell you what they have discovered about the Carlyle Expedition.
 
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34th Precinct Police Station
New York City



Charles, Father O'Malley, and Jibril arrive at the police station and ask for Lt. Poole. After a few minutes, you are escorted to a office. Lt. Poole is sitting behind a desk working on some papers. A half eaten sandwich on some crumpled brown butcher's paper sits on the desk beside the papers. He looks up at you as you enter. "Oh, gentleman! Take a seat. Please excuse me but I am having a working lunch. I hope you don't mind? You wanted to see me about something?"
 
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William harrumphs to himself, deep in thought. Then he looks up, having thought of something. He pushes his glasses back on his nose from where they have slipped down. "Mr. Kensington," he says, "I was wondering if you or anyone else here might have some record of Jackson's movements in the last few days. If not, well, we can try the police, perhaps they've found something. Just seems to me that if Jackson was told that his book couldn't be found, but the information was elsewhere, that maybe he had begun searching for the other books. And if we find the books, we can get some idea of what his theories were."
 

"Yes, please, continue our lunch Lt, we hopefully won't take too much of your time. We followed up a lead with an import/export business Jackson had contacted this week. This led us to a place in Harlem that sells African artifacts and bric-a-brac and such. That alone doesn't amount to much, but what these gentlemen found inside does. Jibril, could you fill the Lt in? I'm sure you could explain the details far better than me."
 

Thank you, sir. As he says, Lieutenant, we located one of the men mentioned on the back of a business card that was in Mr. Elias's posession, a Mr. Silas N'Kwane. From an intermediary, the importer on front the business card, we learned that Elias had gone to meet with N'Kwane on the day of his murder. When we visited Mr. N'Kwane's shop up in Harlem, we dropped Mr. Elias's name to see if there was any reaction. I portrayed myself as an artist in the emply of Mr. Elias, following up on research for his upcoming book. N'Kwane showed no reaction, giving no indication he had even heard of Mr. Elias. This seemed odd: they had surely at least spoken that day, and probably met. If their contact had been innocent, why not at least acknowledge that to a professed colleague of Mr. Elias in some small way? Suspicious, we spoke with N'Kwane further, giving him the impression that I had, yesterday, received by mail, a large volume of Mr. Elias notes, from which to begin my paintings. This was meant to draw him out, in case N'Kwane knew about any of Elias work."

"At that point, he was still in control of his fascade, and we simply looked around the shop for a few moments, fearing we had been wrong. Then, we saw, hanging on the wall, a knife of exactly the same type as the killers had used in their murder of Mr. Elias. If it was not the precise knife used in the killing, it was it's double. I was convinced that that man and that place were connected with Elias's death. So I am afraid that I acted somewhat rashly."

"I went back to Mr. N'kwane, and told him of a symbol that seemed to be all throughout the notes that Mr. Elias had sent me, and I drew for him the symbol that had be carved into my friend's forehead, asking N'Kwane if he had any articles that bore this symbol, so that I might use them to sketch my illustrations from. Upon seeing the symbol, the man almost choked, but recovered quickly, and immediately asked me for my address and telephone number, so that he could contact me if anything bearing that symbol showed up. I gave him a false name and address [Jibril hand the Lt. a slip of paper with the information], thanked him, and we left."

"We wanted to tell you incase you wanted to search N'Kwane's shop further, or watch the address I provided him, in case any thugs show up to retreive 'Elias's notes', as well as to ask how you would like us to proceed, if at all."
 

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