Resurrection City IV: Et In Arcadia Ego

[Old Fezziwig]

"We're going to have an earful to tell the police — I'm going to call them now, unless either one of ye can give me a good reason not to. Leaving as quickly as we ought to would only cause more trouble fer us."

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

As Diggory and Trevor ponder their next course of action, Dr. Hewitt rises from where he knelt beside the body of Ferencz. "He still lives, if only for a few moments," he says. "The bullet has severed an artery, and the loss of blood will be shortly lethal. He's asking for you."

The two other men go over to where Yesset lies in a crimson pool. With a grunt of pain, he cranes his neck towards you. "Damnable woman," he mutters. "I am...sorry I did not...answer questions. I would have." He sighs raggedly. "Fetch that book on the desk there, the red one...what I could have told you. Stop...Tera. And...save the son...the son is...key..." He falls back. Dead.

Here's two PDF files of the information in the diaries. eiecet.pdf is the main information, and eiecet2.pdf is a history of the Pan cult.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Jamison, frustrated and oddly concerned at the death of Ferencz, takes the book off the desk. Looking at the others, he says in a flat voice, "I'm calling the police now." The inspector pokes his head out and calls for the constable. He has the journal in one hand and his identification as a member of the Metropolitan Police in the other. Then, while he waits, he glances at the red book.

 

[JimAde]

Trevor reaches down to close Yesset's eyes, then pauses. He shudders and instead removes his coat and drapes it over the body.

"I can't imagine what we're going to say to the police," he says. "If we claim Harrington can vanish before our eyes we'll wind up in a padded room instead of tracking her down."

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Diggory looks up. "Then we claim something else — say she ran out the other way, maybe. But if ye remember the Pellgraine incident, ye'll remember that my Order does have members involved in law enforcement. Maybe if we're lucky, we'll be able to work something out. In any case, I don't see leaving the body as a viable option for meself."

 

[JimAde]

Trevor sighs expansively but nods. "Very well. You're the expert, here." He paces for a moment in the confined space before settling in to peer over Jamison's shoulder at the book.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

When Diggory pokes his head out the door, he finds to his surprise the Gypsy bodyguard, Gorgo, sitting nonchalantly on his bench outside the door. He looks shocked when he is told about the murder of Ferencz. He says that he did not see Madame Sosostris approaching, although he did not lose consciousness at all during the past several minutes - he simply didn't see her or hear the gunshots that were only feet away from him. At Diggory's bidding, he runs out and fetches one of the constables who is pacing the grounds.

Moments later, the Gypsy jogs up to the wagon with a patrolman in tow.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"Patrolman. Inspector Jamison O'Fingal Diggory, Metropolitan Police. There's been a murder inside. Nystor Ferencz has been shot. If possible, I suggest that ye find yer superior and have him wire Inspector James Longtree in London to come out here immediately. Also," Jamison turns to the bodyguard, "If ye could, I'd like ye to continue to keep people away from here. Just fer a little while longer."

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

The patrolman nods at Diggory's words and heads outside. The Gypsy follows suit, resuming his place outside the door. After several moments, the patrolman returns with a rotund middle-aged man, a cigar clamped between his teeth, who speaks with an American accent.

"G'day. Inspector...Diggory, is it? Name's Sam Vaughan. Not quite the kind of constable you're used to, really nothing much more than a patrolman, but I'm in charge around here. I've done had my boys wire your Inspector Longtree." He bends down to examine the body of Ferencz. "Well, this feller's certainly a sight. Looks like he should've been dead years ago.

"So, Inspector, what brings the Met Police, a baron and a doctor out this way?"

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Diggory offers his hand. "Yes, Jamison O'Fingal Diggory at yer service. As fer what brings us out this way, well, te be completely honest, we came out here to speak with Ferencz and his associate, Madame Sosostris. We got an audience with her, and she directed us here. While we were here, she came in, shot Ferencz, and fled."