The good ( Read more... )

Ah, last night I was caught in the throes of what Watson likes to romantically term "one of my black moods." Personally, I like to think of it as "the dumps," which Watson would call, "a nerd term" and I would have to say, "sod off!" and then he would say, "damned ingrate, I made you famous," to which I would reply, "famous to governesses and weak ( Read more... )

*ahem ( Read more... )

Hmmmm... list of goodness ( Read more... )

*covers eyes with hands ( Read more... )

*chews on pipe ( Read more... )

Ugh.

I arrived in the parlor last night, and made interesting small talk with Mrs. Linton, when the Count arrived.

And oh did he have a tale to tell.

He took me outside to show me the window into which he observed the fiend Hyde crawling... and then...

*sigh*

I have rarely been ill. I have more often feigned illness to work a case, to obtain ( Read more... )

Fascinating.

Mr. Gray is most interesting. A worthwhile case. I perceive there are deeper waters here, and I intend to pursue the line of investigation.

But now I must turn my attentions back to the figure of Hyde, and learn much more about him and his connection with Miss Liza.

My walk with Watson last night allowed me to share a bit of my ( Read more... )

I am most vexed.

Women descended on the parlor early in the evening. While I find myself at ease around Miss Murray, her dear friend Miss Lucy Westenra works me into a stress ball of Baskervillian proportions. She is, what Watson would call, "charming", and just as I was keen to follow that masked figure, I found myself trapped between the ( Read more... )

Hmmmm... I investigated a shadowy man digging just outside the mansion who apparently has access to hidden depths of the house. I brandished my gun, frightened some women, and learned very little about the corpse-carrying blackguard who proceeded to make inquires of the maid Liza. I could hear nothing, but I saw him entreat her to do course of ( Read more... )