Resurrection City 2: The Adventure of the Iron Knives

[Andrew D. Gable]

"I'm Dr. Hewett. Can I be of any assistance?" He asks the man. If given permission, he'll quickly examine the woman for any signs of injury, and (assuming he finds none) will do his best to bring her out of her swoon.

The man looks up as Hewitt makes his way over. "Ben Grantham," he introduces himself hurriedly. "Please, if there's anything you can do." The woman has quite a nasty bump on her head. Most likely, when the emergency brake was thrown on, she hit her head on the window.

Another man appears in the door of the car, carrying his own lantern. He walks over towards where the group is gathered. "Inspector James Longtree, W Division. Step aside, please."

 

[ShortAssassin]

Sgt. Robinson

"Excellent." McCarthy slams his ale...

"I joined up in '70. Looking for a better life than the streets. Ye know 'ow blind the sight of youth be." Will smiled. He looked around the messy room and wondered aloud "Ye got no missus to clean up after ye? I would've thought some girl had snapped ye up right quick. Being so successful and all." Will absenting wandered around the room, through the mess, fingering dust off some things and glancing at others.

[Int check:9+2, Spot 9+0]

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"Inspector Longtree, I'm Inspector Diggory. St. Giles." Jamison offers him a hand. He waits for Longtree to ask questions before he starts to offer information.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

Sgt, Robinson

"Ye got no missus to clean up after ye? I would've thought some girl had snapped ye up right quick. Being so successful and all."

The Irishman nods and closes his desk. "Mrs. McCarthy be over at th' shop, wit' most of the little ones. She just knows this is my room, and not to be botherin' wit' it." He looks over and sees that the sergeant's face has paled a bit. "So," McCarthy says gruffly. "You remember th' bit o' unpleasantness we had in th' back couple o' years back. Well, that's all behind us now, right?"

He holds out the envelope towards Sgt. Robinson. Written on it in a none-too neat style is simply the name 'DAVID SMYTHE'. An old-style wax seal is on the back. McCarthy also hands the sergeant a small cardboard box. "You know where Cleopatra's Needle is? I need these things delivered to a man you'll find there. 'e won't be Smythe, Davey's a real stickler for 'is security. The man at th' Needle'll tell you where to take it."

Modified the DC on the Intelligence check because, now I think again, it would be pretty common knowledge in the area. So you realize

Spoiler

that the last of the Jack the Ripper murders happened here in a small room immediately behind McCarthy's

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[Andrew D. Gable]

Jamison offers him a hand. He waits for Longtree to ask questions before he starts to offer information.

Insp. Longtree shakes the proffered hand. The man has a truly prodigious grip. "Police, eh? You lads all witnesses to this? Men!" He examines the two corpses quickly, long enough to make certain they're dead, and then four other constables rush in and cart the bodies out. "Give Dr. Westcott a ring, will you, Jack? Tell him he's got some work. There's a lad," he calls to one of the constables, who promptly goes running off. The men outside cover the bodies with white sheets.

"What's this then?" He kneels down and picks up the briefcase. He begins looking through the papers in it.

 

[Karl Green]

Pator Andrew Miller

Andrew watches the inspector, trying not to be to obvious, but to see what some of the papers might be...

Spot roll 18 +5 =23

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

From the glances the pastor can steal of the papers in the case, it would appear that they're all mundane. Bank forms, contracts, the sorts of things you'd expect a banker to have in his briefcase.

"Banker, eh?" Inspector Longtree says while he's shuffling through them. He addresses the car. "Do any of you folk know anything about this man, this...Horatio Cartwright? Maybe see something happen?" Then, to Inspector Diggory, "Normally I'd have to haul someone in for poking at the evidence, but as you're police, I'll let it go." Longtree smirks. "Not much to go on in this, is there?"

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"You lads all witnesses to this?"

"Well, no, actually -- it all happened in the dark. We've only just seen the aftermath here." Diggory spreads his hands out, indicating the two bodies.

"Normally I'd have to haul someone in for poking at the evidence, but as you're police, I'll let it go. Not much to go on in this, is there?"

Jamison shakes his head. "Not really. It's an odd one, that's certain."

 

[ShortAssassin]

Sgt. Robinson

The Irishman nods and...

Will shakes his foggy head to try and regain some of his composure. "Yes, that unpleasentness. It be years ago. Wasn't even in country, and besides, what's a few more murders around 'ere?"

He took the envelope from McCarthy and turned it over in his hands, examining it. He tilted it towards the light to get a better look at the seal on the back of the letter, to see if he recognized it.

"Ya, I be knowing the Needle. On the Thames. Just two more questions for ye. 'ow much does I get paid, and what's this bloke look like?"

He took the box from McCarthy and gave it a cursory exam as well, shaking it for good measure.

 

[Jarval]

"I think the lady isn't too badly hurt, but she's had quite a knock to the head. If you could help me move her, Mr Grantham, we'll let the officers get on with their work." With Mr Grantham's help, Richard moves the young woman across to the other compartment, and does what he can for the bump on her head. Of course, that's probably rather limited, given his lack of any supplies.

"Watch her, and let me know as soon as she come around." He tells Mr Grantham. "If you're worried for any reason, shout for me. I'll be in the corridor talking with the police."

Richard makes his way out to where Jamison and Inspector Longtree stand talking.

"Dr Richard Hewett." He introduces himself to the Inspector. "Rather messy business, this. The young lady doesn't seem to have been involved, as far as I can tell. I think she hit her head on something when the train came to a stop. As for the blind man, it would be worth drawing your own doctor's attention to his eyes, or rather lack of them. The sockets still look rather... fresh, shall we say? It can't be more than a couple of days since he lost his eyes, and a man in that condition shouldn't be walking around, let alone be active enough to be killing people."