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[Editor's note: tenkte det var på tide med et bilde av major Whitcombe også!] The aftermath of our recent trials finds us convalescing within Edward's residence. Young Nash bears considerable injury, as does Mr. Beckett, though his wound proves more modest. I summoned Dr. Radcliffe to their aid, a gentleman who possesses both medical competence and the discretion to avoid pestering the Yard with tedious inquiries. Leslie's journal Whilst the others mended their wounds, I examined the late Dr. Benjamin Leslie's journal. A most disturbing document. Leslie conducted his experiments with a perverted scientific methodology, systematically applying that abominable black substance to his victims. Unethical? Monumentally so. Evil? Without question. The man pursued unending life itself, and had no qualms in ending the lives of a string of hapless victims in the process.  What troubles me considerably is his repeated reference to "those he serves." Whether sponsors of a...

Tuesday, 13th of november, 1883 All our investigative travails have left us with a yearning hunger. Hunger for answers, and for cold cuts and cheese. And maybe some nice wine to go with it. Our appetites whetted, we retire to the Higgins estate, where we gather around the luncheon table. The questions abound: What is the real relationship between Geoffrey "The Knife" and our mysterious mad physician? Most of the victims are young women, why is one of them a small orphan boy? Why, after subjecting his victims to horrendous experiments, does the masked "doctor" then in an apparent fit of consideration spend inordinate amounts on placing them in care homes? Are we dealing with one masked culprit or several, since the victims' descriptions vary so much? What is the best wine pairing for slices of cold turkey? The answers are scarcer, it must be admitted: The Knife, capable of violence as he obviously is, is no mastermind, and probably just does the menial work for h...