Sherlock
First Post
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age. -- H. P. Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu"
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The London fog was thick as soup. The steady clip clack of a horse drawn hansom cab could be heard down the cobble stone street. The gas lit lampposts cast circles of light. Oasis’s in the dark fog. The horn of a ship coming up the Pool could be heard in the distance. The dank smell of the river hung in the air. It smelled of dead fish and mud. Dobber and Tasha were talking under a lamppost at the intersection of Church Street and Gun Street in Limehouse. It has been a slow day and even slower night. Dobber had just lit a cigarette when a chinamen walked quickly by them holding a bundle close to his breast. His eyes where down cast and he didn't even seem to see Dobber and Tasha as he stumbled by. He then swerved into an alleyway not 20 feet from then. A crash is then heard.
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Lord Amberly smoked on a Turkish cigarette as he rode in his black carriage. He was a powerfully build man with a great bushy mustache and thick sideburns. He clothing was of the finest quality and he tapped his silver-headed cane across his leg with the rhythm of the horses. Across from him, sat Dr. Paul Schiff. The two had become good friends during the short time that they knew each other. "Well Doctor, I hope you will enjoy the lectures tonight. It should be very interesting. Professor Galvan and Count Hardenberg should have some interesting things to say about their studies and travels in Africa." Just at that moment the cab stopped in front of the Diogenes Club, an exclusive gentlemen's club in which Lord Amberly was a member. As Lord Amberly and Dr. Schift exited the cab they almost ran into a ruffled looking gentleman in a brown suit. He seemed to be deep in thought over a street map.
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Doctor Michael Marvey thought it was a good idea to walk to the Diogenes Club for the lecture. To take in the night airs and stretch his legs. Now he was hopelessly lost. The street map was wet and the street names were starting to run together. Just then a fine horse drawn cab stopped in front of him.
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The large library of the Diogenes Club was unusually busy this evening. The normally quiet and sedate Club was full of conversation. The special lecture on Africa had been put together by some of the more powerful members of the club. Professor Gregory Galvan, expert in Zoology, Biology, and Chemistry was to give a talk on the great apes of Africa jungle and Count Friedrich Von Hardenberg to give a short description of his travels in the Sudan.
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Angus McQuinn stood in a corner of the room and observed the powerful men around him. That must be Count Hardenberg over there talking to Professor Galvan. He had just met the Professor last night. Though even though McQuinn was a member of the Club he rarely came. The only reason he even was considered for membership was his Knighthood because of his involvement in solving the Bickford Murders and his acquaintanceship with Mycroft Holmes. When the Professor invited him to the lecture it seems a good idea at the time.
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The London fog was thick as soup. The steady clip clack of a horse drawn hansom cab could be heard down the cobble stone street. The gas lit lampposts cast circles of light. Oasis’s in the dark fog. The horn of a ship coming up the Pool could be heard in the distance. The dank smell of the river hung in the air. It smelled of dead fish and mud. Dobber and Tasha were talking under a lamppost at the intersection of Church Street and Gun Street in Limehouse. It has been a slow day and even slower night. Dobber had just lit a cigarette when a chinamen walked quickly by them holding a bundle close to his breast. His eyes where down cast and he didn't even seem to see Dobber and Tasha as he stumbled by. He then swerved into an alleyway not 20 feet from then. A crash is then heard.
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Lord Amberly smoked on a Turkish cigarette as he rode in his black carriage. He was a powerfully build man with a great bushy mustache and thick sideburns. He clothing was of the finest quality and he tapped his silver-headed cane across his leg with the rhythm of the horses. Across from him, sat Dr. Paul Schiff. The two had become good friends during the short time that they knew each other. "Well Doctor, I hope you will enjoy the lectures tonight. It should be very interesting. Professor Galvan and Count Hardenberg should have some interesting things to say about their studies and travels in Africa." Just at that moment the cab stopped in front of the Diogenes Club, an exclusive gentlemen's club in which Lord Amberly was a member. As Lord Amberly and Dr. Schift exited the cab they almost ran into a ruffled looking gentleman in a brown suit. He seemed to be deep in thought over a street map.
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Doctor Michael Marvey thought it was a good idea to walk to the Diogenes Club for the lecture. To take in the night airs and stretch his legs. Now he was hopelessly lost. The street map was wet and the street names were starting to run together. Just then a fine horse drawn cab stopped in front of him.
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The large library of the Diogenes Club was unusually busy this evening. The normally quiet and sedate Club was full of conversation. The special lecture on Africa had been put together by some of the more powerful members of the club. Professor Gregory Galvan, expert in Zoology, Biology, and Chemistry was to give a talk on the great apes of Africa jungle and Count Friedrich Von Hardenberg to give a short description of his travels in the Sudan.
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Angus McQuinn stood in a corner of the room and observed the powerful men around him. That must be Count Hardenberg over there talking to Professor Galvan. He had just met the Professor last night. Though even though McQuinn was a member of the Club he rarely came. The only reason he even was considered for membership was his Knighthood because of his involvement in solving the Bickford Murders and his acquaintanceship with Mycroft Holmes. When the Professor invited him to the lecture it seems a good idea at the time.
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