Mr. Ben Stokes has made his prodigal return.  Amid the quest for my cane, I have continued to increase the unfortunate circumstances surrounding Rev. Trask.  A phantom hand.  A signature ring.  A voice heard only to him.  He’s sincere in his fight against the devil, and it was a pleasure to laugh at his invocation of faith and Providence.  He’s now mad as a March hare in the eyes of The Eel, as well.  He’s in a bit of a panic, and I must say it’s the first time I’ve had fun in quite some time.

Searched for the cane.  I think the noise may have upset other guests, but I dropped the body off in Trask’s quarters.  There is nothing like a strangled prostitute left in the bedroom of your ordained enemy to ensure that he will experience vague uneasiness.

Carried her there as a bat.  That was not easy.




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  1. mrsgreenhands May 31, 2013 at 8:42 pm #

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