Octavius Guy, Esq.
@sendforoctavius.bsky.social
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.
Sick of being followed around by a certain author I could name but won't.
This is my daily journal.
Tuesday November 28, 1854.
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
November 28, 2025 at 8:03 AM
Tuesday November 28, 1854.
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
Monday November 27, 1854.
I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
1/3
I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
1/3
November 27, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Monday November 27, 1854.
I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
1/3
I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
1/3
Sunday November 26, 1854.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
November 26, 2025 at 8:21 AM
Sunday November 26, 1854.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
Saturday November 25, 1854.
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
November 25, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Saturday November 25, 1854.
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
Friday November 24 1854.
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
November 24, 2025 at 8:13 AM
Friday November 24 1854.
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
Thursday November 23, 1854.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
November 23, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Thursday November 23, 1854.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
Wednesday November 22, 1854.
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Wednesday November 22, 1854.
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
Reposted by Octavius Guy, Esq.
Justice arrives in many forms. Sometimes it's slow. Patience.
November 21, 2025 at 11:58 AM
Justice arrives in many forms. Sometimes it's slow. Patience.
Reposted by Octavius Guy, Esq.
Don't do it Sir- consult with Bertha x
November 21, 2025 at 10:24 AM
Don't do it Sir- consult with Bertha x
Reposted by Octavius Guy, Esq.
Reposted by Octavius Guy, Esq.
Tuesday November 21, 1854.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
November 21, 2025 at 7:51 AM
Tuesday November 21, 1854.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
Monday November 20, 1854.
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
November 20, 2025 at 7:48 AM
Monday November 20, 1854.
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
Sunday November 19, 1854.
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
November 19, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Sunday November 19, 1854.
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
Saturday November 18, 1854.
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
November 18, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Saturday November 18, 1854.
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
Friday November 17, 1854.
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
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When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
1/4
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Friday November 17, 1854.
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
1/4
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
1/4
Thursday November 16, 1854.
If Sir John's young cousin set him up to take the fall for murdering his wife, I'll eat my hat!
After two hours in his wholesome presence, having learned that he knew next to nothing of the man, I wanted to roll around in the dirt just to feel normal again.
I didn't.
If Sir John's young cousin set him up to take the fall for murdering his wife, I'll eat my hat!
After two hours in his wholesome presence, having learned that he knew next to nothing of the man, I wanted to roll around in the dirt just to feel normal again.
I didn't.
November 16, 2025 at 8:01 AM
Thursday November 16, 1854.
If Sir John's young cousin set him up to take the fall for murdering his wife, I'll eat my hat!
After two hours in his wholesome presence, having learned that he knew next to nothing of the man, I wanted to roll around in the dirt just to feel normal again.
I didn't.
If Sir John's young cousin set him up to take the fall for murdering his wife, I'll eat my hat!
After two hours in his wholesome presence, having learned that he knew next to nothing of the man, I wanted to roll around in the dirt just to feel normal again.
I didn't.
Wednesday November 15, 1854.
The gullible wide-eyed young chap who let me in beckoned me to sit. His sparsely furnished apartment contained a good many books.
"You are related to Sir John Geeson, sir?" I asked. "I must verify this before we can proceed further."
1/2
The gullible wide-eyed young chap who let me in beckoned me to sit. His sparsely furnished apartment contained a good many books.
"You are related to Sir John Geeson, sir?" I asked. "I must verify this before we can proceed further."
1/2
November 15, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Wednesday November 15, 1854.
The gullible wide-eyed young chap who let me in beckoned me to sit. His sparsely furnished apartment contained a good many books.
"You are related to Sir John Geeson, sir?" I asked. "I must verify this before we can proceed further."
1/2
The gullible wide-eyed young chap who let me in beckoned me to sit. His sparsely furnished apartment contained a good many books.
"You are related to Sir John Geeson, sir?" I asked. "I must verify this before we can proceed further."
1/2
Tuesday November 14, 1854.
"You're back. I thought you would be." Mr Death smiled ghoulishly.
"I need to see Sir John's will, sir."
"I expected you might so I looked it up. He never made one, in which case everything goes to his next of kin."
"Who is...?"
"Pass me down the Debretts."
"You're back. I thought you would be." Mr Death smiled ghoulishly.
"I need to see Sir John's will, sir."
"I expected you might so I looked it up. He never made one, in which case everything goes to his next of kin."
"Who is...?"
"Pass me down the Debretts."
November 14, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Tuesday November 14, 1854.
"You're back. I thought you would be." Mr Death smiled ghoulishly.
"I need to see Sir John's will, sir."
"I expected you might so I looked it up. He never made one, in which case everything goes to his next of kin."
"Who is...?"
"Pass me down the Debretts."
"You're back. I thought you would be." Mr Death smiled ghoulishly.
"I need to see Sir John's will, sir."
"I expected you might so I looked it up. He never made one, in which case everything goes to his next of kin."
"Who is...?"
"Pass me down the Debretts."
Monday November 13, 1854.
"What?" George exclaimed. "You reckon Sir John killed his own wife?"
"And tried to kill me," I added.
Mr Tibbles stretched and let out a yawn.
"George, should I tell Annie about my criminal past?"
"What!" he cried even more vehemently. "No! I forbid it!"
"What?" George exclaimed. "You reckon Sir John killed his own wife?"
"And tried to kill me," I added.
Mr Tibbles stretched and let out a yawn.
"George, should I tell Annie about my criminal past?"
"What!" he cried even more vehemently. "No! I forbid it!"
November 13, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Monday November 13, 1854.
"What?" George exclaimed. "You reckon Sir John killed his own wife?"
"And tried to kill me," I added.
Mr Tibbles stretched and let out a yawn.
"George, should I tell Annie about my criminal past?"
"What!" he cried even more vehemently. "No! I forbid it!"
"What?" George exclaimed. "You reckon Sir John killed his own wife?"
"And tried to kill me," I added.
Mr Tibbles stretched and let out a yawn.
"George, should I tell Annie about my criminal past?"
"What!" he cried even more vehemently. "No! I forbid it!"
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Sunday November 12, 1854.
As I watched Annie's face during the service, I imagined her reaction were I to divulge to her the truth about my past.
So many of my correspondents have urged me to come clean, yet I find myself unwilling to do so.
I wondered what George would advise?
As I watched Annie's face during the service, I imagined her reaction were I to divulge to her the truth about my past.
So many of my correspondents have urged me to come clean, yet I find myself unwilling to do so.
I wondered what George would advise?
November 12, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Sunday November 12, 1854.
As I watched Annie's face during the service, I imagined her reaction were I to divulge to her the truth about my past.
So many of my correspondents have urged me to come clean, yet I find myself unwilling to do so.
I wondered what George would advise?
As I watched Annie's face during the service, I imagined her reaction were I to divulge to her the truth about my past.
So many of my correspondents have urged me to come clean, yet I find myself unwilling to do so.
I wondered what George would advise?
Reposted by Octavius Guy, Esq.
Saturday November 11 1854.
As I ploughed my way through my breakfast kipper, I considered what I had learned from Mr Death.
Sir John had married Lady Geeson for her money, unaware that the bulk of it was entailed in an unbreakable trust. Only on her death would he inherit.
Hmmm...
As I ploughed my way through my breakfast kipper, I considered what I had learned from Mr Death.
Sir John had married Lady Geeson for her money, unaware that the bulk of it was entailed in an unbreakable trust. Only on her death would he inherit.
Hmmm...
November 11, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Saturday November 11 1854.
As I ploughed my way through my breakfast kipper, I considered what I had learned from Mr Death.
Sir John had married Lady Geeson for her money, unaware that the bulk of it was entailed in an unbreakable trust. Only on her death would he inherit.
Hmmm...
As I ploughed my way through my breakfast kipper, I considered what I had learned from Mr Death.
Sir John had married Lady Geeson for her money, unaware that the bulk of it was entailed in an unbreakable trust. Only on her death would he inherit.
Hmmm...
Friday November 10, 1854.
"Upon my word! If it isn't Mr Guy!"
Mr Death, the clerk at the will office of Doctors' Commons, beckoned me into his cubbyhole.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, pray tell?"
"Sir, I have come to consult a will," I replied, "that of the late Lady Geeson."
"Upon my word! If it isn't Mr Guy!"
Mr Death, the clerk at the will office of Doctors' Commons, beckoned me into his cubbyhole.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, pray tell?"
"Sir, I have come to consult a will," I replied, "that of the late Lady Geeson."
November 10, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Friday November 10, 1854.
"Upon my word! If it isn't Mr Guy!"
Mr Death, the clerk at the will office of Doctors' Commons, beckoned me into his cubbyhole.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, pray tell?"
"Sir, I have come to consult a will," I replied, "that of the late Lady Geeson."
"Upon my word! If it isn't Mr Guy!"
Mr Death, the clerk at the will office of Doctors' Commons, beckoned me into his cubbyhole.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, pray tell?"
"Sir, I have come to consult a will," I replied, "that of the late Lady Geeson."