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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pacdidj" data-source="post: 5436215" data-attributes="member: 86793">A panicked, but very muffled *Squeak!!* emanates from Mab's pocket as Tristram is very nearly crushed by Mr. Blythewick's enthusiastic hug.Blushing almost scarlet, Auntie Mab gives the rotund librarian a couple of hasty pats on the back, then with a great deal of effort she manages to extricate herself. "There, there Melvin dearie," she says with a rueful smile as her color begins to return to normal, "it's good to see you too. My, but you're looking well! How's the bad knee these days? Oh, well that's good to hear."Then with a sigh, she says, "Actually dearie this isn't a social call, I'm sorry to say. My, um, new friends here and I have actually been deputized by the city watch to investigate all these dreadful murders, and we need some help deciphering part of a map. You see, we think the killer might have fled the island by now, and we found part of this map at each of the crime scenes. Problem is dearie, none of us have any idea where this island might be. I thought maybe you could help us find a good atlas to consult," says the old woman tilting her head coyly and batting her eyelashes a little as she pulls out the sketch the party has made of the map and hands it to the reference librarian.</blockquote>