Octavius Guy, Esq.
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Investigator-in-Chief for the good Mr Mathew Bruff, famed Solicitor at Law of Gray's Inn Square, London. Sick of being followed around by a certain author I could name but won't. This is my daily journal.
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Wednesday October 11, 1854.

George Crump here and I'm only writing this because everything's gone really wrong.

The night before last, those thugs broke in and slaughtered Lady Geeson in her bed. Sir John blames Mr Bruff for his bad advice.

To cap it all Octavius has disappeared.
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lizziekillin.bsky.social
Hi George, you had better start looking for him then - good luck
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Wednesday October 11, 1854.

George Crump here and I'm only writing this because everything's gone really wrong.

The night before last, those thugs broke in and slaughtered Lady Geeson in her bed. Sir John blames Mr Bruff for his bad advice.

To cap it all Octavius has disappeared.
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anjab.bsky.social
😳 oh I am getting very concerned for your safety Sir!
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Tuesday October 10, 1854.

Brandram's Wharf: just after midnight.

The wash of waves against the timbers of the wharf; the air damp and heavy. I pen this as I await the escapees, though Sir John sent me out without a penny. Do I hear footsteps?

[a splash of blood marks the page as the entry ends]
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Frankly Sir John seems ruder, miss!
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buzzbead.bsky.social
What a rude missive. Have these villains no manners?
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Monday October 9, 1854.

"Your former colleagues seem woefully ill informed." Sir John sniffed, rifled through a drawer, and tossed a poorly written note at me.

"You put us in clink," it read. "Bring us fifty quid to Brandram's Wharf this very night or we finish wot we started!"
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Sunday October 8, 1854.

"Did Bertha have any leads?" asked George as we huddled against the rain under the church's meagre eaves. Everyone else had made a run for it.

"She reckons they're headed for the Highlands. The one who wasn't caught has a brother with a remote croft there."
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Saturday October 7, 1854.

I am perfectly happy using my underworld acquaintances to help me solve a case; I am perfectly unhappy to be ordered to do so!

Bertha was unequivocal. "They legged it," she said. "Wouldn't surprise me if they wasn't in Scotland by now. Another sherry, Octopus?"
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tactless-skull.bsky.social
Sir John sounds like a rather regal elderly schnauzer.
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
For all of a minute, miss.

Then I learned what my employer expects.
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Friday October 6, 1854.

My employer Mr Bruff summoned me to his office.

"This is Sir John Geeson," he said as I entered. "I still act on behalf of his wife."

A greying gent with luxuriant whiskers eyed me disparagingly.

"Ignore his youth," said Mr Bruff. "Gooseberry's your man."
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
I thank you for your kind concern.
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anjab.bsky.social
A brutal and dangerous bunch!
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Thursday October 5, 1854.

The three convicts (minus a fourth man who got clean away) were jailed for house breaking.

They'd been apprehended at gunpoint by the owner, Sir John Geeson, but not before his wife had been brutally struck down.

Lady Geeson remains in a coma to this day.
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