Victorian Lapidary Chapter 3-2

Murders made all sorts of sensational news, but that boy at the harbor – my crystals hadn’t guided me there and I’d paid him little mind, deeming it unnecessary.

“When was the boy in the harbor found again?” I asked casually.

“The tenth. Just a few days ago.” He finished the tea in two large swallows. Continue reading “Victorian Lapidary Chapter 3-2”

Victorian Lapidary Chapter 3-1

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My modest venue in Clerkenwell was located between a milliner and a printing shop. A small bricked block with hundreds upon thousands worth of pounds in gemstones and jewelry behind the casing of glass and drapes. A bell tingled lightly as I pushed the doors open. Through this opening was a world of riches. The glass counter featured some of the more contemporary pieces, brooches, necklaces, rings, cufflinks with scarabs and flowers, pendants and some chokers. I had everything from semi-precious stones at an affordable price and diamonds and fancies for the extravagant.

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Chapter 10-4: Assignments

Once Mr. Ando was in bed, dry and warm from a hot bath, he did thank me, although he obviously still resented the whole dunking incident.

“There was no other way?” He groused.

“Not that I learned,” I said cheerfully.

He seemed to take that as an invitation to look me up and down sceptically. “You’re…awfully young.”

“I get that a lot.”

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Chapter 10-3: Assignments

The two of us managed to hulk her not-exactly-lightweight husband out the door.

She put a facemask and a long trench coat on him so no one would recognize him in this state, sparing him some dignity, and between the two of us, we managed to get him out of the building complex.

Then there was a problem.

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Chapter 10-2: Assignments

According to the letter, a man by the name of Yoshi Ando had gotten a strange sort of disease: his wife reported that it started a few weeks ago when he started speaking absolute gibberish, even during sleep he wouldn’t stop mumbling and never slept well. They’d seen many doctors who couldn’t find any reason for this illness but ‘stress’. He’d tried all sorts of medicinal treatments, homeopathic remedies, none of which helped. Also, his appetite had increased to enormous proportions, consuming ten bowls of rice for each meal. She was afraid about what could be happening to him and had turned to a monastery for support and they’d recommended the Underground Assembly and that had led to my receiving the missive.

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