To Miss Constance Wilcox,

I hope that this letter finds you well. As a probationary member, I wish to submit my report on the doings in New York, for some of the details are grave, indeed. I realize that you probably think me unable to communicate, but there is much about me that is hidden, and I would to keep my secrets as well as possible. Please hold these confidences close to your heart, as much as allowed by our group.

We were summoned to New York by a lead from Member Elise L. Her contacts led us to the office of one William Randolph Hearst. Hearst wished for us to investigate a museum robbery which appeared to take place under mysterious circumstances.

Our preliminary investigation began well enough. We found that the back entrance to the museum had been picked open. We also discovered a line of brick dust, which member Jacques L. claimed could be part of a gypsy ritual of protection. Investigating the area where the sarcophagus was located, we discovered a pentagram done in black powder. In the process of investigating this, I discovered that there was a being of some sort in the heating ducts, watching us all, but, alas, the opening was too small to enter, and we could not discover a way to access the creature. The rest of the group appeared to believe I was lying about the creature, but that is the way of [crossed out word] skeptics like we all must be in this world.

After talking to the guards (who are quite lax in their duties), we left to find the gypsies we had heard lived in the park. As luck would have it, one of their members tried to pickpocket our members, so we dealt with him and had him lead us to their camp. At the camp, member John S. found himself afflicted by a gypsy curse, and only through the quick thinking of myself and others did he manage to survive by cooling him off in the snow. The gypsies were none too helpful, but we did discover that they were not involved in the robbery, but that they were unsurprised that they might be framed. They suggested professional thieves.

At this point, I felt a premonition that there was danger at a local store. Bringing the party with me, I discovered that some cultists of the Six-Fingered Hand were accosting the shopkeeper in order to draw us out (although it was almost definitely for me in particular). Through much fighting and action (which I shall not bore you with at this time), the group helped me defeat the cultists and save the shopkeeper, who was in danger of burning in a fire.

Taking our injured members to the clinic (not myself, I was uninjured, of course), we discovered a hostage situation. The Bowery Boys were holed up inside, and were not allowing anyone inside. As luck would have it, this was the same gang that actually robbed the museum! They were paid by, of all people, Hearst, to rob the museum and create a story to sell more of his newspapers. Apparently, they did not count on the sarcophagus being cursed to all those who disturb it! We tracked it down, and saw it safely on its way back to its proper resting place in Egypt.

I have two warnings for you. 1) Beware the Six-Fingered Hand. They are extremely dangerous and unpredictable. If they have a significant presence in New York, it could be ill for many. 2) Watch Hearst. If his willingness to manufacture news continues to overpower his knowledge, it would not surprise me to see more of these sorts of unintended consequences. It is always ill for mortals to meddle in what they do not fully comprehend.

Until we meet again. --Gao

Other Reports for Chapter 3: New York

by Jacques LeBeau

To the attention of William Randolph Hearst, It is I Jacque LeBeau reporting about the Museum Robbery as I agreed to do... Go »

by Katerina Petrovich

New York City After the events in Baltimore we were all officially inducted as members of the group La Lumiere... Go »

by John Sheppard

Curse of the Cat I arrived at the Museum of world history following a lead that there was a mysterious robbery of a sarcophagus... Go »

by Lawrence Tate

Celio and Dan stayed behind in Phillis and Dan was looking to set back a few of the Hellfire Club... Go »

by Elise LeBlanc

I’ve lost my Mummy By Elise LeBlanc New York, January 4th, 1899 What mysteries do those long dead, ancient Egyptians carry to us even to this day?.. Go »

by Alexandria Knight

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