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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Andrew D. Gable" data-source="post: 1614644" data-attributes="member: 4144">Westcott grins under his massive beard.  "I suppose if the body was stored post-mortem under certain conditions, that could account for this," Westcott says.  "But I find none of those conditions present in Longtree's story.  Possibly..." he points towards where the knife pulled from Cartwright's chest lies on the side-table.  "Possibly it is some property of contact with this knife?  Though I know of no substance which would cause such a reaction.  Longtree tells me you gentlemen found a similar knife at Jeremiah Oldacre's?  Have any of you noted any... odd conditions?""I was the one who found the knife," Miller pipes up.  "And I did feel... rather light-headed just a bit ago.  Like my feet were weighted to the pavement.""It's possible, though it'll take some time," Longtree responds.  "I think it's probably safe to assume that whoever he was in life, he was native to Chiswick, where you first encountered him, Middlesex almost certainly.  I can send some men to comb funeral homes and mortuaries for deaths that occurred today.  Whoever he was, he won't have been buried yet.  Then we'll have to call in families to do some viewings of the body.  I can probably get the aid of the Chiswick constabulary, and most of the other departments of the Metropolitan Police here in the Middlesex sections of London.  I've no idea how long it'll take to do that."  There is a knock at the door to the morgue, and Longtree excuses himself and answers it.  "Send them in," you hear him say.  "The lads I sent 'round to Cartwright's home, in Mortlake," he says, turning to the group.  A moment later, a small gang of constables rushes in, toting a cardboard hatbox, which they deposit on one of the vacant slabs.  They open it and remove its contents.  "Here ye are, sir, everything that looked to be of interest," one of the men says.  He removes a small stack of papers, covered in a bizarre jumble of three number sets.  Next to it, he sits a small box.  A cursory examination reveals that, unsurprisingly to the group, it bears the address of John McCarthy.  Finally, he withdraws a small book.Everyone give me two checks: two Sense Motive rolls, DCs are 12 and 20 respectively. </blockquote>

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