Call of Cthulhu The Cast of Characters (Sticky)

Hal Green

Hal Green, millionaire playboy of inherited wealth, Hal resides in a mansion on the outskirts of Arkham Ma. He lives alone aside from his butler, Jeeves, mechanic, Mick "Spanners" Duffy and a number of other staff.   Hal is often seen as the leader of group and is glad to fund the investigations they seem to have fallen into. Hal has many contacts around US and London, where he spends a fair amount of time and is well known about town.

Henry Caldwell

Henry Caldwell is an Antique Book Collector. A Texan by birth, Henry owns his own book shop and apartment. He also spends time in Europe where it is rumoured he has started a family.

Monsignor William Callahan

Monsignor William Callahan, a strong Irish Nationalist Catholic Priest and newest addition to the group. His knowledge of the occult, connections in the Church and powerful right hook, he has become an invaluable member.

Dimmy the Greek

Dimitris Constantinidis aka Dimmy the Greek is employed by Henry Caldwell as book scout and Greek translator/tutor.He is the newest addition to the group.

Shadows of Yog Sothoth Turn 11

Henry searches the group looking for anyone not chanting or otherwise standing out in any subtle ways. Everyone seems to be getting involved, with the exception of the man seated on stage. Even the guards are joining the chant.
Henry remembers the diagram in his hand and begins to look at the shapes as the chanting continues.
It is clear to Henry that the chanting and collective concentration on these symbols is part of some ritual spell and with the amount of people involved, wittingly or not, a very powerful one.
Henry looks at the man seated on stage, appears the same, pale and exhausted.

Dimmy whispers "I don't know what is going on. Should I make a distraction?"

"I think we draw as little attention to ourselves as possible. Let's wait this out and maybe do some mingling." whispers Henry.

"Okay," replies Dimmy, "You guys know what you're doing. Happy to follow your lead."

"Try not to focus on the symbols," adds Hal quietly, "Keep you eyes peeled."

One man from the row in front of you turns and hisses a loud "Hush" with one finger over his lips.

After several minutes of chanting, a small light begins to form on stage, it grows into a ball, getting larger and larger, forming a roughly rectangular door, some 7 feet high. One of the guards steps up onto the stage and steps through the light, disappearing before your eyes.

Moments later he steps back through the light and onto the stage in his arms some kind of bag with straps at the back. The chanting stops and the doorway vanishes, the crowds cheer. 

He reaches into the bag and pulls out what looks like a large square piece of card, blue in colour with the letters ABC in red, yellow and pink and the words Jackson 5 above it. Coloured images of five young negro boys stand among the letters. Reaching into the cardboard which appears to be a sleeve of somekind he pulls out a black disk that shines in the light. The crowds gasp.



Putting the objects back in the bag, the guard exits the rear of the stage, through a wooden door.

"Yet again, we Looked to the Future!" calls the man behind the altar, and raising his hands, he turns and leaves through the same door.

The crowds begin to disperse, some of the men stand chatting, lighting cigars and sharing hip flasks.



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Shadows of Yog-Sothoth Turn 10

Henry handles the artifact gently, slowly turning and examining it from various angles.

"Now, this is a curious piece of work! I'm about as skeptical as anyone, but I've never seen the likes of this anywhere...not even the Orient, and they have some mighty strange creations."
He hands it carefully to the Monsignor. "What do you make of that?"

The Monsignor turns it over and studies it carefully, "Morphy Rochards" he remarks indicating text on the back side the handle, "Manufacturer? I know plenty of Morphys but none that make pans like this."

"Hmm, if this is indeed from the future, then only witchcraft or sorcery could have brought it here. It is unlike anything I have seen before. It would seem that our suspicions of Mr Black are well founded. David, can you set up a meet between us and Mr Black? Can you get us a copy of this sheet of diagrams so that we might look at it as well? I wonder if any of my industrialist friends might be interested in this artifact...Tell me, have you seen any other artifacts that he has brought from the future?" Hal.

"W-w-well," says David nervously, "We've been told not to share anything about these artifacts. I fear that attempting to arrange a meeting with Mr Black will bring suspision, however, if you are prepared to come to a meeting and join as new members, you can see for yourself and perhaps introduce yourself directly, I'm sure a man of your means, Hal, will be welcomed with open arms. I've also noticed another man who appears to be part of the organisation but does not speak. He sits behind the podium and occasionally speaks with the guards but otherwise keeps himself to himself. As for other artefacts, no. Each member is offered items to buy privately I suspect, as I was. None of the other members have been forthcoming about their purchases."

Hal agrees that attending a meeting is the way ahead and as it happens, one is happening that evening.

The group arrive at the building at 8pm. The structure resembles a grey pillbox, made entirely from poured concrete, with just one entrance, a tall archway with no door barring the entrance. Inside, the room resembles a grey windowless lecture hall or church,  wooden benches are lined in rows with a stage and podium at the far end of the hall. A number of members, all pasty looking businessmen, smoking cigars already loiter about the room.

David shows everyone to a table with signup sheets and a lockbox for cheques to be placed, Hal covers everyone's membership fees and each fill the minimum of details using false address. a handful of men in Arabic garb stand menacingly about the room, clearly armed. David hands each of the group the diagrams he mentioned, covered in geomteric shapes and designs. The sheet instructs the user to focus on the designs as the chanting begins.

At 8.30pm the meeting begins. A tall man in dark suit and deep red fez approaches the altar and stretches his arms. As he does, everyone stands up, to a man. The group feel compelled to follow suit and the chanting begins, "Ong D'acta Linka, Nebloid Zin, Nebloid Zin, Ong D'acta Linka, Yog-Sothoth, Yog-Sothoth..."

Henry indicates to Hal, a man seated at the back of the stage, he looks incredibly weak and drained. Henry whispers, "That man has just cast a spell of some kind. His energy has completely drained from him. And these words, Yog-Sothoth. We know that name."

"Indeed," whispers the Monsignor, "This is far from wholesome."

Shadows of Yog-Sothoth Turn 9

Henry finishes reading the letter and looks around the room at his companions. Each of them remain silent as they consider what they have just heard. After a moment he speaks again.

"Well, friends, I don't know about you, but my curiosity is certainly peaked. I believe there's something here worth looking into. Mr. Lee's letter here raises quite a few red flags, if you ask me...and I suppose by inviting me, and the rest of us, here today, Hal...you ARE asking." He lifts the letter again and scans it.

"What do you suppose this artifact that he refers to is? And just how has it proven to be uh, let me see...'worth it', as he states?"

"This smacks of evil, my friends," chimes in Hal, "We should indeed pay David a visit and examine said artifact. The link to the Silver Twilight Lodge has set my nerves a-tingling. I know a fine hotel in New York, and will reserve us all accommodation there." He swirls his cognac in his glass as he meets everyone's eyes in turn.

"Are you all with me?"

"Sadly I have other work to attend to," says Sam, "Regretfully I'll need to bow out for now."

"And I need to get back on the magic circuit," smiles James, "But I wish you luck Uncle!"

That leaves Henry, the Monsignor, Phillip and Hal.

"I have someone that might be willing to join us on an expedition," adds Henry, "I have employed a new apprentice. Greek chap called Dimitris. He's working on translating for me, but I'm sure he'd be game for a little jaunt."

Hal continues "Now, let us turn our talk to more pleasant things whilst dinner is prepared. How have you all spent the intervening time? Personally, I have been trying to ensure I am better prepared physically for our future endeavours. Spanners has been sparring with me regularly, and the number of black eyes he's been giving me have been gradually decreasing! I've also been practicing my shooting skills with a good friend in the police force. Of course, there have also been a number of society events that I've had to attend - all work and no play makes Hal a dull boy!" (Skill increases +2 Fist/Punch, + 45 revolver)

A week later the four friends meet Henry's new protege, Dimitris Constantinidis, who insists you call him Dimmy. He's been hired by Henry to work in the book business, and is primarily translating the book you discovered a few months ago and teaching Henry to read Greek. (Henry's Greek Language level now 3%)

The group meets up with David Lee at his brownstone in New York and he recounts the tale he wrote about in the letter. You learn nothing new, until he brings out an item, the artifact he spoke of that he purchased for $100.

It appears to be a simple frying skillet but the inside is coated with a shiny black smooth coating rather than the usual iron. "It's incredible!" Lee beams, "Nothing sticks to it! It's from....The Future!"

Shadows of Yog-Sothoth. Turn 8

After the discoveries in the Lodge of the Hermetic Order of the Silver Twilight, the group deem it best to report their findings to the local authorities, once Henry has secured the book,the box, the notes with the "Make Box" spell and the letter to "Mr Carl Stanford" from Duncan McBain. These Henry stores for further investigation and the local police raid and shut down the lodge. None of you have heard the name Carl Stanford but the letter suggests he is a higher-up in the Order, if not higher than John Scott.

The Boston police round up the known members for interviews. John Scott, before being apprehended plunged a sword cane through his own neck and up through his brain. He was dead before anyone could get to him. The whole event makes the local news and but Hal pulls some strings and makes sure names are not mentioned, realising this might not be the last he hears from the Order. Phil gets and exclusive with his photos and makes a mint, enough to relax for a few months. However, by the beginning of April, Hal summons everyone to his home, all expenses paid.

April 5th, 1928

Arkham, Ma.

Everyone is settled in Hal's lounge, a roaring fire on  the go and fine cognac in everyone's glass. Jeeves and the staff are preparing dinner.

"It seems we were right about this going deeper than we thought," says Hal, pulling a letter from his desk drawer and handing it to Henry, "I got this from my personal banker in New York."

Henry reads out the letter...

Shadows of Yog-Sothoth. Turn 7

"This madness seems to have no limits!" Henry mutters as he enters through the door. His eyes light up as he catches sight of the large bookcase. He practically knocks the Monsignor over as he rushes to get a closer look, "Pardon me, Padre."

"I shudder to think where this is going to take us, my friends," say Hal, casting his eyes about the room, "This Miss Chantraine must be involved in goodness knows what to be over 200 years old, if this letter is to be believed. Let's have a look at these books and see what we can find. Monsignor, perhaps your expertese might shed some light?"

"Careful guys," whispers Sam, "I think we should excercise caution before touching anything on the bookcase...or on the desk for that matter," but before he can reach the bookcase to check for traps, Henry is already feverishly pulling books, examining covers and bindings.

"I will do what I can," adds the Monsignor, and heads to the bookcase, "I wonder what else is down here and how old it really is!"

As three men examine the book case, Hal looks around the rest of the room. There is a plain wooden box in one corner, 18 inches high. One side is hinged and forms a lid. On top is a notebook containing handscrawled notes. The first page is headed "Make Box Spell"

Philip also looks around and sees on the far right wall, an stone altar, stained with brownish material, with a curtain on the wall behind it.

There is a click as Sam finds a hidden compartment at the base of bookshelf, he pulls out a huge tome.

Phillip pulls aside the curtain revealing a truly terrifying bas-relief. His gasp turns everyone's attention to it.

The Great Cthulhu

Sam drops the book with a thud. Henry looks back and gasps as he sees the title among some Greek script. Necromonicon.

Shadows of Yog-Sothoth Turn 6

Shadows of Yog-Sothoth Turn 6

The group convene with Hal in the shadows of the ground floor, still a couple of hours before dawn breaks.

"This seems even more sinister than I had imagined." whispers Henry, "I'm itching to get into that last room up there, but if you fellas feel inclined to locate the basement, I'm with you."

"Should we get some photos of what we found upstairs before looking for the basement, though?" mutters Sam,  "While we know the areas we've checked are fairly secure..."

"I agree," nods Hal, "Let's get some photographic evidence first, and then continue the search. I don't want us to split up - this place just feels wrong, and I'd hate to think of what the atrocities are that have been committed by these crackpots."

James heads out into the street and slips over the road to replace Philip as lookout. The photographer enters the building, his equipment ready and the group show him upstairs to the disturbing scenes above where he promptly starts to photograph them.

The picture in the KOTOV room of the void, he finds particularly disturbing, his hands shake as he tries to capture the picture.
Once this is done, the five men start to hunt for an entrance to a basement. Opposite the kitchen at the back of the building, they find a door with a set of stone steps leading down into the darkness. A light switch sits on the left hand side and Hal flips it, there's a crackling and light fills the room below. Sam, Hal and Henry draw their firearms and slowly descend with Philip and the Monsignor right behind.
The stairs lead down to an open basement, the floor is bare earth. the walls are heavy stone set in mortar and four pillars stand in a square around the room. In the far wall is a doorway.

You search around the room before carefully opening the door and stepping into a smaller chamber and on the north wall a padlocked door. The lock is fairly simple for Sam and he has it open in minutes. Beyond is another room, this one has five foot square stones set without mortar on the floor.
Hal notices something and goes to the east wall where he presses a stone set into the wall. It presses in and as it does, two of the massive floor blocks raise up revealing another staircase down. There is no light, so

Sam takes a gas lamp from the wall lights it.
The steps lead down to a cavern, which although not natural does appear to be ancient, far older than the lodge building above. In appears some work has been done to it recently, mainly new walls put up to create seperate rooms. A door to the left  appears to be some kind of guard room, empty but for a table and two chairs and a large ring of keys hanging on the wall. Hal takes them.
Off to the right of the main corridor is a study. A desk, comfortable chair and an oil lamp. The desk has a drawer which the Monsignor searches, finding matches and taped to the back of the drawer, a single key. On top of the desk is a letter addressed to Carl Stanford from a Duncan McBain.

Duncan McBain

MacBain House

Cannich, Scotland

12 January, 1928.

Dear Mr Stanford,

Greetings and felicitations. Miss Chantraine has advised me of your recent successes and informed me of the item you require. I fear that it will be some time before I find It as there are two Americans digging at what I believe to be the site of the Temple. Two of my people are working for the Americans and it may be that they will accomplish all for me. I realize that you are most anxious to obtain It, but I feel caution and discretion to be the better course of action.
My studies with the serpent people progress most satisfactorily. Another year should see my studies completed. The recommend that I journey to the Nameless City for further instruction, but I will remain here until we have It. When it is possible, I want much to obtain the further instruction offered at the Nameless City. I will, however, be ready to carry out any further tasks our order might have for me.
You mentioned in your last letter that Miss Chantraine might join me here when she has converted the leaders of the Thukle Bruderschaft. I fear that he Germans are overmuch upset with the French at this time for them to listen to her. Might I suggest that you ask Helmut Grossmann to take over for her? I realize that she has not been to Germany for over two hundred years, but unless you can think of someone else I feel he would be best for the task.
I agree with you that the Order of the Templars of the Orient does not contain the type of individuals we seek. They are not ready for greater truths. You might suggest to our German colleagues that individual members of the order be carefully approached as potential followers of the true Gods.
I am not familiar with the Hermetic order of the Golden Dawn or the Astrum Argentinum and can give no recommendation. I will pass the word on to our London group and have them send you word. I spoke with Mr William Seabrook who said that a Mr Aleister Crowley; who is associated with both groups or had been at one time, may have occult powers. We should perhaps attempt to contact this man.
I understand that Mr Scott is in charge of the project in your area. Please extend my greetings to him. I have not seen him since the Great War. Perhaps we can meet next year.

Most sincerely,

Duncan MacBain

Using the key, the Monsignor opens a door on the other side of the study, leading into a room with another desk and chair and a large bookcase, filled with books.

Shadows of Yog-Sothoth Turn 5

"I might be flogging a dead horse but, after the obvious avenues, would it be worth checking things like bank accounts to see if there's a paper trail his family/friends aren't aware of...?" says Sam.

"I fear that might be extremely difficult to find out," replies the Monsignor, "I doubt the local bankers would be amenable to strangers asking to see confidential records and until we know whom we can trust, relying on others may be out of the questions for now. Not that it is a bad idea, mind you. I am just worried about the risks associated with following that course now instead of later."

The others nod. 

"I am more curious," he continues after a slug of whiskey from his hipflask,  "As to why we cannot find any information on John Scott. When did he first arrive and where does he come from? Also, It may be worthwhile for us to find a way to get to the third floor. Perhaps we can fall behind after lodge and investigate?"

"It's time we get to that third floor, my friends," grins Henry.

And so you formulate a plan. James will find a suitable hiding spot toward the end of the night as everyone else leaves. Once the mysterious figure locks up, he will let the others in. Phillip opts to act as lookout staying outside the building. Hal will remain on the ground floor in case anyone tries to come back in. Henry, James, Sam and the Monsignor will case out the third floor. Sam, Hal and Henry carry their handguns, everyone else opts to go unarmed.

Everything goes according to plan, the main door is easy enough for a skilled locksmith like James to open. Phillip stands smoking in a shadowy alley opposite the building, ready to whistle if anyone approaches. Hal hides in the coat room, just inside the foyer. The others head up to the second floor where the main lodge room is. You assume access to the upper floor is behind the massive scarlet drape behind the Noble Philosopher's Dias and you are right. Behind the curtain is a door that leads to a corridor. To one side is a storage room, to the other a marble staircase leading up to the third floor.

At the top of the steps is a light switch for the electric scones along the wall of the corridor ahead but you rely on torches so as not to attract attention. The decor shows this floor is clearly used by the Order, no doubt for the upper echelons. The first door off the corridor has a plaque engraved with the letters KOTSG. Within the room is panelled and plainly carpeted. Chairs line the walls. An altar stands just off the centre of the room, about three feet tall with a five-pointed star in a cross-section. On the far side of the room drape covering the wall, a pulley to one side to open it. You do so and behind  is a mural of night on a barren landscape. In the middle of it is a door framed in silver, and made to appear as a magical portal on the barren waste. The room is otherwise bare and you opt to return to the corridor.

Further down to the left, another door marked SOYS. Again the walls are panelled and the floor carpeted but there is no altar. There are more drapes on the east and west wall, with more pulleys. Opening the drape to the east reveals a horrific mural. It depicts a hill under a clear night sky with a full moon: at the top of the hill is a circle of stones and in the centre of the circle is a human figure in garish robes, dancing madly. Moving into the sky at that point, like a cloud of smoke, is a gigantic mass of slimy, iridescent spheres. Covering the hill outside the circle of stones are thousands of partly-decayed, still-living humanoid creatures. You almost hear them cry with ghoulish glee. As the four of you take it in you are overwhelmed with a feeling of utter horror and desolation. Henry and Sam are more effected than the other two but all of you are shaken. The Monsignor quickly returns the drape to cover it.

More cautiously, the drape on the opposite wall is opened to reveal a door and beyond, a library. Henry cracks into a smile seeing this, "I knew it," he hisses, running in like an excited schoolboy.

"We should not dally here, Henry," whispers the Monsignor. After a quick riffle through the shelves, Henry selects one book and slips it into his jacket. The others look through the titles, and discover the what you assume are the meanings of the letters on the doors. SOYS is Sons of Yog Sothoth and KOTSG is Keeper of the Silver Gate. The books relating to them appear to describe rituals, the titles being specific degrees within the order, SOYS being the sixth degree and KOTSG the fourth.  There is a third book relating to the fifth degree, Knights of the Outer Void.

There is nothing in the room other than shelves of books so you quickly head back to the corridor. The next door is on the right and is also marked KOTSG. The room is similar to the other KOTSG room, a door to the right appears to be where the 'magical portal' leads. The altar in this room is a pentagram but otherwise it is identical, aside from the mural, again behind a drape. This shows an apparently normal landscape of hills, valleys trees and a small stream, with a silhouetted figure in the foreground, facing away from the viewer. There is, however something profoundly alien about the whole thing and James in particular feels very depressed looking at the thing.

" We need to get Phillip and his camera in here. We can get this place shut down with a little evidence," whispers James.

"I agree," says Sam, "But let's not miss anything. I'd wager there's a basement to this building and even more evil hidden within."

Returning to the corridor, there are two more doors. One marked with the letters KOTOV, the other a symbol that glows unnaturally.

Entering the Knights of the Outer Void room, It is different from the other rooms in that it has a bare wood floor, stark white walls and a black ceiling. An altar sits in the middle, a two and half foot cylinder. A white linen curtain hides another mural, this one depicting outer space, stars, nebulae and at its centre a single dark planet. Henry is unfazed, but the others feel a deep sense of personal insignificance and utter desolation, again James seems most affected.

The final door you are all unsure of. The glowing symbol on the door could mean anything. The Monsignor, says a blessing then tries to door. Locked. James' hands are noticeably shaking so would have no luck trying to pick it, even if the glowing symbol wasn't scaring the crap out of him. You decide to leave it for now and head downstairs. Henry returns the drapes back to their original position and you head back to meet Hal and discuss your next move.

Shadows of Yog-Sothoth Turn 4

Once again the group go their own way to investigate further...

Sam digs into James Clark, interviewing his wife and neighbours. Unfortunately nothing more comes from that than you already know. He seemed to have a happy family life and no clear indications that suicide might have been on his mind. He simply vanished.

Henry attempts to look into John Scott but finds nothing, including no birth records or census information for the last 40 years.

Hal stakes out the Order headquarters. He notices at the end of the night, after all the other members have left, around 1am, a man he's not seen before leaves the building. He is dressed in a long black dress coat and  top hat and carries a silver topped cane. He is accompanied by a thick set man dressed in chauffeurs uniform, who drives the man away in a black Ford. Another thing Hal also notices is that the building clearly has three floors, yet you have only ever seen the first two.

The next day you meet again to discuss what you have found.

Shadows of Yog-Sothoth Turn 3

After a glorious meal at The Dome and some discussion, a plan is formulated on who should research what.

Everyone is tasked with finding what they can about John Scott and Marshall Fenton-Smythe. The Monsignor will also look into the books with his contacts. Hal will call on your old colleague, Private Investigator, Sam Noir, to enlist his services.

You all meet back at the Dome three days later, on the 15th February. Sam Noir is also there, he greets each of you in turn and is introduced to Philip.

James searches the standard lists of fraternal organizations and finds no mention of a Hermetic Order of the Silver Twilight. He also discovers an article that mentions the Order. It mentions the startling disappearance of one James Clark, who apparently left his home in the middle of the night and vanished into thin air. The article mentions, in passing that he will be missed by his brethren at the Hermetic Order of the Silver Twlight. The article is dated 7th February, a week ago.

The Monsignor has more luck. Despite digging up nothing on the books Henry talked about, he does find mention of a group called Knights of the Silver Twilight in an obscure and rather weird book on demonology.
He also finds a fifty year old article in the Boston Globe on witchcraft in New England, in listing notorious local witches, mentions John Scott, reputed warlock, whose farm was destroyed by and angry mob. Common name, but the Occult connection rings bells.

Sam also reports he found a very interesting book. He pulls a slim volume from his pocket, with no title on the spine. It turns out to be an account, written in longhand, of the raid on the farm of aforementiond John Scott, in 1721, by an armed group of concerned citizens. The writer, Clyde Whipple, was a member of the mob. He describes the reasons for the mob's attack (weird sounds heard at night, chants, strange foreigners in the area and robbed graves) and what he saw during the raid (which is horrifying)

Philip points to a hand drawn map within the book. "It's there!"

The blood drains from Henry's face as he realises, and explains to the others who have not yet cottoned on, "The headquarters is on the site of that farm...."

Shadows of Yog-Sothoth Turn 2.5

A couple of days later, On 15th February at 8pm, as arranged, Sam Noir arrives at the The Globe in Boston and meets hits former employer and colleague, Hal Green.

Over a dinner of finest Sirloin, Hal confides in Sam as to the happenings recently, of the order and the groups suspicions. Hal asks Sam to research into books, listing several names Henry has specified - The Book of Eibon, The King in Yellow and Thaumaturgical Prodigies in the New England Canaan. Also anything that mentions the name Nygotha or the Nygotha Mythos.

He also asks Sam to look into anything he can find on the Hermetic Order of the Silver Twilight, paying particular attention to the names John Scott and Marshall Fenton-Smythe.

Shadows of Yog Sothoth Turn 2

Over the coming weeks, each of the group is inducted one by one into the Hermetic Order of the Silver Dawn. Each of you goes through the same process.

Each has an initial meet with a man named John Scott, who's title is Noble Philosopher, at the lodge on the outskirts of Boston.
After a brief interview in the grand building at the edge of town, discussing personal background and professional business, each is invited back for initiation in a week.
 They appear to be a fraternal organisation concerned with matters occult and philosophical. Members are mostly from the Upper classes of society, a few being minor community leaders. The order is based in a lavish building and members eat and drink well at their meetings.
Each is taken to a preparation room where the subject is given a black robe. This is the robe of the Neophyte. Those assisting in the preparation wear grey, the robes of Initiates. From there the subject is blindfolded and given a lecture on the noble purpose of the Order. He is told that he will learn great and mysterious things and that he will be asked to bind himself with and oath, but he will not be asked to do or commit anything immoral or embarrassing.
He is then led across the hall to the main room, where he is asked by the man he recognises as his interviewer, to kneel and repeat the oath, promising to keep the secrets of the Order, to seek after knowledge, and to live according to the principles of the Order. The blindfold is then removed and He sees the lodge room for the first time. It is an impressive sight. The room is richly furnished and other members wear robes representing office and standing in the lodge. He is ritually introduced to the officers and instructed in the principles of the order, which are Science for Neophytes, Philosophy for Initiates and Magic for the white robed “Masters”
The subject is then confirmed in his degree by the Noble Philosopher and the meeting closes. After the meeting, the members remove their robes and head downstairs into the bar and lounge. This seems to be an enjoyable part of the events for most members. 
Everyone enters under their own name except Phil who uses the moniker Jim Garrety, to hide is true identity as a reported.
During this process, starting with Hal, one of the Initiates is Henry Caldwell! Hal decides not to acknowledge his recognition until everyone is inducted and Henry keeps his distance, unsure as to why Hal and the others are joining.   Soon enough, Henry receives and invitation to dinner at a restaurant called The Dome in central Boston, from Hal. The dinner is in two days time, 12th February at 7pm.

12th February 1928 The Dome Restaurant


Hal, The Monsignor, James, Spanners and Phil meet at the restaurant at 6.30pm and await the arrival of Henry who none of you have spoken to since the events in London. You just hope you can trust him as an initiate of the very society the group are infiltrating! At 7pm he walks in and approaches the table...

 

Knifesedge Cthulhu Campaign Intro- The Shadow's of Yog-Sothoth

Shadows of Yog-Sothoth Turn 1

Chapter 1 The Hemetic Order of the Silver Twilight

3^rd January 1928

A few months on from the Vanishing Conjurer escapade in London, Hal is relaxing in his lounge, reading the local newspaper. James and the Monsignor, currently out in town, are visiting for the New Year. Henry and Sam have not been heard from since London.

Jeeves taps on the door before entering, “Sir, you have a visitor!”

Hal looks over the top of his paper, wondering who would be here unannounced in the festive season, when a familiar round face pokes around the door. Somewhat more tanned than before, but the smile is unmistakable – Phillip Graves – presumed dead in Jaffa.

Hal jumps up and moves to embrace the big man, “Phil, you old bugger, what on earth happened?”

“I think a brandy might be in order,” smiles the photographer, throwing himself into a leather seat.

Phil recounts his escape from the crumbling temple and eventual trek through the desert, almost dying of thirst before the Nomads found him and got him back to health. He then spent weeks travelling to various tribes, in search of Nelly and Hal, but no luck until he found out Hal had been saved and returned home.

“I read about your exploits in London last year. Accused of trying to assassinate the King?”

“That wasn’t quite how it happened, and we got all that cleared up. Don’t believe everything you read, there was a cult at work and we foiled another evil scheme. I suspect the cult had connections with Cthulhu and Nygotha we read so much about last spring,” smiles Hal.

“Actually, that’s why I’m here. I’ve found out that a new society has spawned in Boston. They call themselves the Hermetic Order of the Silver Twilight and some of the cities upper crust are involved. My editor suspects there is more behind it than a simple gentleman’s club and asked me to investigate. They only accept high quality members unless by recommendation, so I was hoping you might get in then get me invited. And perhaps some of your new team could do a little research?”

New Adventure - opinions wanted

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The Vanishing Conjurer Turn 8 The Finale

With the Police presence and the Royal Family, none of you brought firearms to the theatre. Hal and Sam carried small blackjacks, but the rest of the group will rely on fist and feet.

Leaving the bathrooms, It is apparent that the show has started. Ching Lung Soo is on stage, addressing the audience, promising "a magical experience like nothing you have ever seen before", while performing his on small illusions and sleight of hand tricks.

James knows the layout of the theatre, so leads the group to a staircase that leads to the basement and the changing rooms.

"There's a staff room at the bottom of the stairs. Perhaps some ushers uniforms might help us blend in, especially given the back stairs will likely have Ling Soo's people around, " he whispers.

Sure enough, you find the staff room and a cupboard full of laundered staff uniforms. Hal, Henry, James and Spanners quickly dress. The Monsignor finds a large suit to fit, presumably one of the management's. the five then hurry through the hall toward the dressing rooms. A number of oriental's bustle about the corridor, carrying boxes from a door at the foot of the stairs to a staircase leading to the stage. They pay you no heed as you stroll confidently down the corridor to a staircase leading to the stage. The exit doors are further down the corridor and you spot a couple of police officers stationed outside.

At the top of the stairs, the familiar music that accompanies The Amazing Karl's Ducks and Tub trick is playing, as the trick ends the place fills with applause. The orientals have now finished their work and have disappeared as Ling Soo announces an interval.

Ducking into a storage cupboard under the stairs, you hear Lung Soo and Weiss rush down the stairs and there's a bustle as the orientals rush back up to the stage, presumably to set up the new trick.

Several minutes pass and the applause begins again, indicating the curtain has opened. Lung Soo is performing more tricks and seeing the coast is clear, you creep out and quietly head up the stairs to the back stage. Lung Soo in standing under archway, announcing he is about to undertake a brand new trick, never before performed anywhere in the world.

James nudges Hal and points up to the rafters. Sam is up top where the pulleys for the curtains are, ready to release and drop the curtain.

Ling Soo calls for complete silence from the audience. The Chinaman begins his patter. telling the story of how, back in his native China, the people of his village used to gather..etc.

A number of the Chinese henchmen appear from the other wing of the stage, each dressed in identical robes decorated with the Chinese dragon motif of Lan-Shi, and stand in a circle around the arch. Lung Soo himself stands in the centre of the circle and the henchmen begin a low, hypnotic chant in a barely audible, indistinguisable tongue. Lung Soo begins to chant, and you hear the name Lan-Shi. Hal signals to Sam who drops the sandbag holding the curtain. As the curtains close, you charge across the stage.

Suddenly there is a bang of displaced air, throwing you backwards. Oblivious to the curtain drop, Lung Soo has continued his chant and the audience remain in silence aside from quiet gasps, assuming this part of the trick. As you get up, you see the man fitting the description of Leclair, seemingly hanging in the air, suspended above the arch. He screams in agony, wisps of smoke drifting from his clothes.

The Monsignor is quickest the react and rushes at Lung Soo and as he dives to grapple, he trips on a rope and hits the deck. Hal runs past him, blackjack drawn, and cracks Lung Soo across the back of the neck, knocking him to the ground and disrupting his chant. There is a loud thump and Leclair drops to the ground. Henry, James and Spanners take on a henchman each. Sam climbs down to take on a fourth. The remaining two leap at Hal, one kicking him square in the back, knocking him to his knees. The other tries a roundhouse kick to the head but Hal ducks in time.

The Monsignor grabs a bucket of sand from back stage, and tips it on the smoking body of Leclair.

The fracas continues and the henchmen, clearly skilled at martial arts, outmatch you and you are only saved as police rush the stage and break up the fighting. It is only then that you notice Lung Soo is nowhere to be seen.

After a day in the cells at his Majesty's pleasure, you are released. Initially the police didn't believe your story of Lung Soo kidnapping  Leclair but this is corroborated by Howard Horne. You choose not to relate the true events, which none of you fully understand. Lung Soo seems to have fled along with Weiss. His belongings have vanished from the Brotherhood headquarters and none of his henchmen reveal what happened to him.

Days later you visit Leclair in hospital. He is recovering from severe burning and seems severely traumatised. Horne tells you he'll likely be committed to an asylum for recovery. Whatever actually happened to him none of you will know.

The End

The Vanishing Conjurer - The story so far...

After an enjoyable evening at the Nell Gwynne, which ends in a lock-in and a very late finish, the team stumble back to their respective rooms. William has a room arranged at Westminster so agrees to meet the rest of the group at the theatre the next evening.

JUNE 22nd 1927

The following evening, Hal, Sam, Henry, William and Spanners arrive at the Chancellor’s Theatre on Drury Lane. James is waiting at the box office. Tickets are waiting for the whole group, courtesy of Howard Horne.

Having found your seat inside, you are a little early and the theatre is almost empty but as 7.30 approaches the seats start to fill up. Despite the show being billed as “The Greatest Magic Show in the West End!” the theatre is only half full with maybe two hundred people, by the time the show begins.

The show is frankly, a rather tiresome affair, as none of the participants are particularly entertaining or outstanding practitioners of their art. By the time of the second interval you are starting to feel like this is a waste of time, but it is at that moment that a man comes over to your seats. He is a thin man with a narrow face and positively shifty eyes.

“Green, old chap!” he greets you loudly, “Enjoying the show?” He shakes Hal’s hand vigorously.

“Good to see you Howard. These are my associates, Sam Noir, Henry Caldwell, Mick Duffy and Monsignor William Callahan and of course, you know my cousin James.”

Horne shakes each hand vigorously and nods at James in a dismissive manner.

“A man of the cloth in my audience, I am honoured!” he beams, “So what do you think so far?”

“Well, it’s...” starts Hal.

“Ah, the best is to come, my friends, pay attention to one of the closing performers, The Amazing Karl. Come down to Simpsons after the show. We’ll have dinner and catch up,” Horne says, beaming as the show begins again before lurching up the steps to greet some other patrons.

The third part of the show drags its weary way towards the finale and The Amazing Karl makes his appearance. He’s a tall, rather stout German, with wild curly hair and a bushy beard, his face is creased with concentration throughout his act. He performs a number of card and sleight of hand tricks before closing his act by making several ducks appear from an apparently empty tub. He appears no worse, but not much better than many of the other magicians who share the bill with him. After the show, you head down to Simpsons-on-the-Strand and find Horne already there with a large round table.

Once you are all settled and have ordered, Horne starts talking in earnest.

“As my old friend here has probably told you all, I'm an agent, working the West End, and a very successful one at that, though I do say so myself. I've got most of the leading actors and actresses on my books, and a good batch of the more specialised and talented music hall acts too.

“Anyway, I've got a problem. One of my artistes is a young magician, Philip Leclair; who calls himself Leclair the Great professionally. He's a good lad, and I reckon he'll go far if he's handled right. He's got this knack, see, of making even the oldest trick in the book look new. Even better; though, he's inventing his own tricks too -good ones at that, with all this new apparatus and the patter and everything! Now that's got to be worth halfa bob of anyone's money to see, hasn't it?

“End of last month, young Philip came down to the office to see me. Plum excited he was, said he had a great new trick. He showed me all these plans of his new apparatus which he said was going to give a whole new meaning to what we call “The Vanish” the most famous trick in the book -you know, making a chap disappear into thin air! The lad was having a few problems with his apparatus, though, and he said he needed some help and advice to sort it all out. Now, me, I'm a simple chap, and I don't know much about magicians and conjuring save that it gets backsides on seats, if you'll pardon my expression!

“So, anyway, I suggested he approach this new magic club, who call themselves something like the Inside Brotherhood of Magic. They'd sent me a letter to recommend themselves to me and my clients, and I reckoned they might know a bit about the old conjuring game, so I sent the lad along to see them.

“Young Leclair took my advice, because he's a good lad, and he joined the club, and things seemed to be going great with this new trick. When he popped into the office just a couple of weeks back he was right excited, all jumpy and smiling all the time. He kept telling me he was on the verge of a great discovery, said he was on the verge of finding a method that would, how did he put it exactly, that would revolutionise stage magic as we know it! He even showed me some diagrams of his new apparatus for this “Vanish” trick of his. The way he was talking I reckon he really was on to something big but what he actually found is a mystery to me. You see, gentlemen, that was the last I ever saw of the lad. It's quite ironic I guess -Philip Leclair has vanished off the face of the Earth!"

After a long discussion, Hal plans out who will do what.

Henry will visit his contacts in the book world, ostensibly on Charing Cross Road.

The Monsignor and Spanners will check out Leclair’s dressing rooms and speak to Karl if able then drive to Balhalm to visit Leclair’s apartment. Hal provides money to rent a car.

Hal and James will head to Surbiton to visit the Brotherhood and try to get James in as a member.

Sam, and whoever is back in town by the evening will visit the show and tail Karl Weiss, using an inconspicuous Black Cab.

Henry visits a number of shops with the sketch but doesn’t have much luck. There are a large number of books on “magic” but to hunt through the lot could take a week. None of his contacts are especially helpful.

Monsignor and Spanners visit the theatre. As it is fairly early morning, none of the magicians are around, but the cleaning staff are only too happy to let a man of the cloth in through the back door, especially when he comes bearing a large bag of bacon sandwiches from the Drury Lane Grub Shop. Sadly they learn very little, other than Leclair’s section of the changing rooms is very well kept and has very little in terms of equipment.

They then head off to Balham, in a hired Ford that Spanner’s secured, and find the address, 43 Rowfront Road fairly easily. The Landlady, a Mrs May Drinkwater is very happy to show them around. Leclair’s room is as he left it as his rent has been paid 3 months in advance, which she explains is how she deals with all her tenants. His room is tidy and clean. There are several magician’s props on the shelves and a few books on stage magic on the table. In a wardrobe are stage clothes, cane and top hat and a small suitcase of props under the bed, but nothing to indicate his whereabouts.

In conversation over a cup of tea, Mrs Drinkwater reveals that he had no social life to speak of and spent most of his spare time with his nose in books.

Hal and James head over to Surbiton by cab. En route, James has a flash of inspiration about the Brotherhood. He knew he’d heard the name before, they have an annual Charity Show here in London and there is one in 5 days time on the 28th June at the Mermaid Theatre. James has no involvement, he’d just seen the posters advertising it.

On arrival, Hal pays the Cab to hang around for the return journey. The address is a large impressive house, part a residential area in Surbiton. Beside the solid oak door is a small metal polished plaque affixed to one side bearing the legend “ CHING LUNG SOO THE INNER BROTHERHOOD OF MAGICIANS”

James recognised the name, a famous Chinese magician who a few years ago who left London for the Far East. Rapping on the door, as there is no bell, a short Chinese man dressed in a simple black uniform answers. Asking your business, Hal explains his cousin would like to become a member. Hal is told all applications should be made by way of an introduction letter directly to Ching Lung Soo, then applicants will be invited for interview. Without membership, they are not permitted entry.

Everyone gets back to town before the evening show, so Hal secures tickets and you all watch. The show is just as tedious as the night before and Weiss doesn’t even perform the vanishing trick, but repeats the Duck trick he performed the previous night.

Sam and Spanners take the hired Ford and watch as Weiss leaves in a Black Cab, following him out to Surbiton. Stopping a safe distance, he stops at a large town house, knocks and is immediately permitted entrance by a short Chinese man. Hal later concurs that this is the same house they visited earlier, the headquarters of The Brotherhood.

Friday June 24th, 1927

The following morning, the group meet at the breakfast lounge in the Savoy. Monsignor has taken a room there to be close to the ‘action.’

“Well blast it,” says Hal, “That was a rather unproductive day, don't you think chaps?!”

"Well" Sam speaks over breakfast, "I didn't get a chance to get in last night, but it looks like this Chinese guy needs to be investigated a little deeper. Also maybe one of us should try to corner this Weiss and talk to him about this vanishing act."

"I will try to talk to Weiss about the Vanishing Act and whatever else I can this evening", The Monsignor says relishing his eggs. "I will try and convince him I would like to book him for a Parish festival in Belfast and see what he says."

Henry sits quietly eating his breakfast, he is pleasant but obviously preoccupied with his thoughts. Suddenly, he stops eating and gesturing with fork in hand he begins to speak.

"Seems to me this vanishing trick is pretty complicated. And if you look at the drawing, I would say it would be pretty danged difficult to pull off alone on a stage. 'Cept no one has mentioned an assistant, did he have one? Perhaps, he used a volunteer from the audience. And where the blazes is this apparatus, now? I don't reckon it disappeared with him."

He pauses to take another bite of his ham and eggs, "I think another trip to the theatre is in order, gentleman."

"When does Weiss do another act?" Sam looks up from his simple breakfast. "Someone did get our missing man's address, right? I think I am going over to his place today and give it a good look over. I doubt we will be able to get in without doing a little B&E. I would much rather do this legally, in case a neighbor fingers us to the flatfoots. Any ideas? I probably can try to sweet talk my way in as being hired to see what happened to him from a concerned family member, but who? and why so soon to hire a PI to check up on him? Maybe Mr. Horne could hire me and provide me a letter of concern...I would first have to go to the local police station and pick up a detectives license to be legit. Anyway, anyone up for this?"

Hal reaches for a piece of toast, "Sam, we've already been to Leclair's lodgings, and didn't find a jolly thing.”

Spanners tucks into a bacon sandwich pulled together from his perfectly presented breakfast and drawing a few sideways looks from the other guests he says "I'm still confused about the equipment for the vanishing trick. Father William and I didn't find any of it in the theatre. That can only mean that it's stored somewhere other than Weiss' changing room and we need to look again or, seeing as he didn't do the vanishing trick last night, it's stored somewhere else. Probably the Brotherhood of magicians place with that Chinese fella. It will need to be brought to the theatre and I'm guessing it's not a light package. Maybe I can watch the theatre today see if anything turns up? I could keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary as well?"

"This Brotherhood is to have show at the Mermaid Theatre, five days from now according to James, correct? Since his buddies from the Brotherhood will probably be there in force, Weiss will probably do his vanishing act then." Sam speaks as he remembers that bit of knowledge. "I wonder if the device might be there already, if it is too big to be broken down and carted around. I guess that I could dig around the Mermaid Theatre to see what I can find out this Brotherhood's event."

“I like the way you're thinking Sam,” smiles Hal, tucking into his Eggs Benedict, “A trip to the Mermaid may well be in order. I think we should try and find out as much as we can about the Brotherhood and Ching Lung Soo as we can before their show in five days time. Okay then, Spanners, keep an eye on the theatre today to see if anything turns up. James, put together a letter requesting membership of the Brotherhood - it can't hurt in the meantime, and Sam, head over to the Mermaid. Bill, why don't you go with him? A man of the cloth is always good for opening doors and mouths! While you're there, pick up some tickets for the charity show. “

“He’ll most likely perform tonight and tomorrow. Sunday the theatre is closed. The 28th, when this big event is on at the Mermaid is next Tuesday,” says, James, looking at his diary.

Hal nods, “I'll try and get hold of Weiss and talk to him about a private booking for a great aunt's forthcoming birthday. I'm sure Howard can help out with getting us together. I'll see what he has to say for himself, and if I can get him to open up a bit about Leclair, the disappearing act and the Brotherhood. I'm sure if I offer enough cash he'll bite the bait and start talking!"
Finishing his eggs, Hal decisively grabs his cup of coffee and drinks it down.
"What say you, my friends? Does that sound like a plan to you?"
The Monsignor and Sam agree to head to the Mermaid and see what they can find out. Henry opts to visit Bow Street Police Station and see what he can find out.

James sets about drafting an application to the Brotherhood and getting it sent by courier to Surbiton giving the Savoy hotel as a point of contact.

Spanners heads to the Theatre and gets a table outside the Grub Shop, orders a big mug of tea and watches.



Henry discovers that the Leclair case was passed to Balham police station for investigation. Making enquiries there, he finds that the police are baffled by it but not concerned. Leclair has been added to the list of the many that disappear in the capital every year. Other than that he learns nothing other than what you already know.

The Monsignor and Sam head to the Mermaid Theatre just off Shaftesbury Avenue, a 20 minute walk from the Savoy and are surprised to find a light police presence at all entrances. They buy tickets for the Charity Show and try to talk their way in only to be advised that entry is restricted prior to the show as royalty will be present and the police are concerned about attacks from ‘a certain element’. The sales girl raises an eye brow as she looks at the Irish priest. Speaking to the police, they are even more guarded, especially when Bill speaks.

Hal speaks to Howard but has no luck getting to see Weiss. All Howard can suggest is he try and catch him at the Stage Door before or after the show.
James gets the letter off to the Brotherhood and receives a message at 3pm, stating he has been accepted into the first stage of interview and should attend the Brotherhood’s house at 11am the following day, Saturday June 25th. The applicant will be required to perform before the selection committee.

Spanners waits all day, drinking tea and enjoying bacon sandwiches. Hal smiles as he joins him around 3pm, “Eaten enough yet, Spanners, Old Chap?” he grins. Spanner’s looks decidedly full.

“I can see why police have a reputation for eating on the job. This staking out is boring as hell,” says Spanners sullenly.

It is then that a black cab pulls into Drury Lane, carrying a familiar man with curly black hair and a bushy black beard, “Weiss, finally!” says Hal, jumping up and heading to the Stage Door to meet the man as he gets out and pays the cabbie.

“Mr Weiss?”

The man turns from the cab and rises to his full height. Well over six foot tall, Weiss is an imposing figure. He cannot help but look surprised.

“Ja? Kann ich ihnen helfen?” he replies in quick German.

“Green, Hal Green,” he holds out a hand which Weiss shakes firmly.

“Mr Green, I haff seen you before,” he replies, his accent as thick as on stage, “You haff been to my show the last two nights. Some might call you a stalker?”

“Actually, I’m a fan of your work. I wish to hire you for my Great Aunt’s upcoming 70th birthday party. She has always been a fan of magic and has dreamt of having a magician perform at her party.”

Weiss goes to step past Hal, “You can always contact my agent, he deals with the...”

“Mr Weiss, I thought we could cut out the middle man on this. After all, money is no object for my dear Aunt Freda so why give a cut of that to an agent, if you have won my business already.”

Weiss stops and looks at Hal. He’s hooked.

“What I am interested in though, is something...show –stopping. Surely you have tricks more impressive than the duck act you have done the last two nights?”

“I have a wide range of tricks for private parties,” he replies, trying to read Hal.

“How about vanishing tricks? Those are my Aunt’s favourites.”

“Good Day, Herr Green,” an angry look on his face, he pushes past and enters the stage door, slamming it behind him. Hal shrugs and returns to Spanners.




Everyone meets back at the hotel for early dinner, apart from Spanners who just sips water and looks incredibly uncomfortable. The group describes the events of the day to each other before getting ready for another night at the theatre.

Taking seats, the show is once again desperately slow, even more so as this is your third viewing. Once again, Weiss, as The Amazing Karl performs the same duck routine he performed the last two nights. Before the end, the Monsignor slips out to catch Weiss at the stage door.

Moments after the end of the show, Weiss runs out, obviously in a hurry. Before he can hail a cab, Bill steps into his path.

“Mr Weiss, I’ve been meaning to speak with you.”

Weiss stops and warily eyes the priest, “Yes Father, how can I help. I am in rather a hurry.”

“Do you smoke?” he pulls his own pipe and starts filling it.

“I really don’t have time for pleasantries,” the German looks down the street, trying to catch sight of a cab, “Is there something you need? I make regular donations to the local charities.”

Realising he might not have time for small talk, Bill goes straight in, changing his original tack slightly “I have a friend interested in magic and I wondered if you knew anything about the Brotherhood of Magic? He is interested in joining.”

“I don’t know anything about that. TAXI!” he yells, waving as a cab approaches.

“That’s strange as I understand you go there every night after the show,” smiles Bill as Weiss hurriedly opens the cab door before the vehicle even stops, “You wouldn’t lie to a priest would you?”

“I’m an Atheist,” he yells angrily, throwing himself into the cab and slamming the door behind him. The cab tears off into the night. The Monsignor straightens his waistcoat and returns to the front of the Theatre to meet the others.

"Hmmm...another less than fruitful day my friends,” says Hal.

"My sentiments exactly", the Monsignor sighs. "Well, even the Good Lord rested one day a week and I think we will stir up a hornets nest if we keep nosing about every theatre in the district. Especially when the Irish and Royals are about!" The Monsignor smiles and reaching for his pipe says, "Alas! we have some comforts. And, as an aside, I hope that James is conversant in some form of Magic because we sure as not haven't pulled a rabbit out of our hats."

“Still, it sounds like James is making some good inroads into the Brotherhood. What tricks do you think you'll perform for them?"

James shrugs, “I’ll work something out. Royal Weddings always goes down well. I’ll show you back at the hotel.”

The men head back towards the Savoy, “Do you think that maybe they might plan to kidnap the Royals with their vanishing act?" Sam asks. "Do you think we might want to at least attempt to approach the Scotland Yard with a concern, even if they don't take it seriously?"

"I honestly don't think we should approach Scotland Yard about anything. Especially a plot against the House of Hanover. Sorry, Windsor. " The Monsignor smiles, "They will confirm what I am coming to believe, that we may be a little off kilter."

"I think we should support James in his mission to join the Brotherhood,” adds Hal, “And then get over to the show at the Mermaid to keep an eye on things then take it from there. What do you all think?"

"I want to see if I can dig up anything in the papers on these guys. With as large of this group is we should be able to cover the Mermaid quite easily and probably go with shifts." Sam replies.

"I think infiltrating the Brotherhood is the only way to get to the heart of things, for good or ill." Looking at Sam, "And if you don't mind, two sets of eyes may speed up the search in the newspaper morgue."

"You are more than welcome to come a long, Father. I do have a quick stop first to make sure my investigator's license is valid here first." Sam smiles.

"If Weiss goes to the Brotherhood after his performance do you think he just sits in there all the time till the next show?” pipes in Spanners, “ I think he probably ventures out and it might be worth watching the place and tailing him to see where he goes. It's not much but I think we should try something till the next performance. I've got time to kill, I don't mind doing it, the only thing is i hope he hasn't left already."

“Good plan, Spanners,” says Hal, patting the mechanic on the back, “It would also be useful to see what other types come and go to the Brotherhood, and if you observe anything unusual. Perhaps this time, we should ask the concierge to organise a picnic lunch for you, and you can remain in the relative comfort of the car if it doesn't look too out of place instead of finding a cafe to sit in?!”

You enter the Savoy and head for the lounge bar for an evening drink. James pulls a deck of cards and prepares to show you the trick he plans to show the Brotherhood.

Fanning out eight cards consisting of the kings and queens of the pack in random order, he shows that the kings and queens of the same suit are not together. Then he squares them into the rest of the deck, places it face down and asks Hal to cut the deck. Hal does so, and again at James’ request then James places the cards behind his back and proceeds to pull out each pair of royals of the same suit without looking! You are impressed by the trick and the skill with which James performs it though he refuses to show anyone how it’s done.

After a drink and more chat, the group head to their separate rooms.

Saturday 25th June, 1927.

Next morning everyone rises early except Henry. Everyone goes about their business – Spanners to stake out the Brotherhood House, James and Hal to apply for membership, Sam and Monsignor to the local police and look into the newspaper angle.

The police are less than friendly to Sam on hearing he is a private investigator. Although he has no legal restrictions in investigating in London, the sergeant makes no bones about informing him that should he at any time stand in the way of a police investigation, he will be arrested. Following the Monsignor’s advise, he avoids mention of the Royals and any possible kidnap plot but informs them that you are investigating the Inner Brotherhood of Magic who have some sort of device for a vanishing act that will be used at the Charity Show at the Mermaid Theatre. The sergeant doesn’t seem particularly interested and ushers both Sam and Monsignor out as quickly as he can. Sam leaves his can, scribbling the number of the Savoy on the back.

Sam and the Monsignor then spend the rest of the day making contacts with the editors of society columns, buying lunch and drinks to smooth the way and try to find out more about the Brotherhood, Soo and Weiss. They find out very little until they meet the editor of The Magician, a monthly journal for conjurers. He is able to tell you that several prominent people are numbered among the society’s members or patrons. You also discover that the Brotherhood was founded by Ching Lung Soo on his return from the far East almost three years ago and that they have an annual Charity Show at the Mermaid.. The brotherhood seem to be respected by all.

Meanwhile, James and Hal attend the house in Surbiton for the appointment at 11am. They are greeted at the door by an Oriental gentlemen in a black uniform. He welcomes James and asks him to sign a guestbook but Hal is not permitted entry, “I’m sorry Sir, only potential members are welcome here. Secrets, you understand.” He bows and holds the door for Hal to leave. James nods, indicating he’ll be fine and Hal leaves.

James is led to a reception room on the ground floor where a motley group of six prospective members are already waiting. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Ching Lung Soo enters, introducing himself. He is undoubtedly Chinese of origin, thin and wiry dressed a jade and blue robe and hat. He appears to be in his 60’s, his face is worn and has exceptionally deep-set black eyes. A long thin moustache hangs either side of his thin lips.

“You are about to join the Inner Brotherhood of Magic. Once you have passed the selection procedure, you will be considered first level members of the club. This will grant you access to the first level library and use of the practice rooms. There is a further series of tests and if you can prove yourself as a capable magician of professional standard, you will have access to the second level library and private tuition from myself.”

He then tells a servant to ask a couple of the second level magicians to join him and the three seat themselves to view the performances. A couple of the applicants fail miserably but James performs well and is accepted as a member. Ching Lung Soo reads out the names of the successful candidates. He thanks the others and bids them farewell in the hope that they will practice and return in a months time. The new members are given membership cards and a brief talk on their limitations as first level members while being shown around the ground floor of the building. Besides the entrance hall and reception room, there is a kitchen, staffed by two Chinese cooks, a Member’s Lounge containing a large number of armchairs, tables, current issues of magic journals and newspapers. It resembles a smoking room of a gentlemen’s club and it appears many of the members use it as such. At present there are 10 members in the room, reading, playing cards, discussing politics etc.
Next the applicants are shown into the Practice Room, a quiet area where members can practice and perfect their card skills. Cupboards on the walls contains packs of cards and various magic tricks. No-one is using the room at present.

Further along the hall is the First Level Library, containing a very comprehensive range of basic textx on stage magic and conjuring. Members are allowed to consult the books but are not allowed to remove them from the premesis. Any member found doing so will have his membership terminated.

Beyond is a small w.c. with a barred window overlooking a side alley and beside that is another practice room set aside or sleight of hand illusions. The cupboards hold all manner of apparatus from collapsible flowers to Russian Doll sets. In the room is a man wearing a top hat and standing behind a magician’s table. As you watch he starts his trick, showing you the top hat to be empty and then places it upside down on top of the table. After delivering a few words of banter he attempts to turn the hat upright attempting to slip a rabbit into the hat but as he does the rabbit bites his hand. He lets out a cry and tries to continue as if nothing happed.

“Keep practicing, young Danny,” smiles Soo.

You come out again in the hall. You are shown a number of cupboards against one wall, for personal effects of members. There is also a set of stairs leading up.

“This ends the tour. First level members are not permitted to the upper level, I cannot stress that enough. Good luck!” and with that he leaves you to your own devices and heads up the forbidden stairs himself. Another Oriental in uniform, stands at the bottom of the staircase, guarding the way.

James is now a first level member and can come and go as he pleases between the hours of 11am and 9pm. Satisfied for now that he has achieved what he wanted, he heads back to town to report to Hal and the rest of the group.

Spanners spends the day watching the house. A few members enter the house throughout the day, though no-one he recognises. There is no sign of Weiss until 6.30pm when a taxi pulls up and the German emerges from the house and gets in. Spanners tails the car to the theatre where the nightly show is about to commence.

Once again the group meet at the theatre as the show is about to begin. The show is now getting incredibly tedious and repetitive. Spanners gets up mid show and tries to bluff his way back stage but security don’t let him through.

At the end of his set, Weiss announces that he not be performing again until Tuesday next at the Charity show and tickets are available at the box office.

With not much else to do before the Charity show, you rely on whatever James can find out in the Brotherhood House. Next day he returns to Surbiton and gets chatting with a number of conjurers hearing few tidbits of information. When asking for confirmation from other members, they are all considered ludicrous by most and nothing more than scurrilous rumour.

• Ching Lung Soo is an imposter; the real magician was killed out in China and has been posing as him ever since.
• Karl Weiss has stolen someone’s trick and is planning to use it at the charity show
• The Brotherhood building is obviously the cover for a secret Chinese Tong – the oriental servants and Lung Soo are proof of this!
• Philip Leclair has skipped off to America as there’s a lot more money to be made there.
• Ching Lung Soo seems able to perform tricks which are physically impossible by normal sleight of hand and no-one knows how he does them.

He also learns a little more on Weiss’s movements. He attends the club in the morning using the library on the first floor and receiving private tuition from Ching Lung Soo in his study. It seems he is not particularly liked by the rest of the membership and James is told various stories about how he has apparently stolen tricks and ideas from other magicians. He is regarded as a professional conjurer of the worst type – in it for the money rather than the love and appreciation of the art.

James strikes up a particularly interesting conversation with American, Will Crowther, a second level member of the Brotherhood. He is very open with James and tells how he has been a member for the last two years since he came to London from Boston.

He evidently nurtures a strong dislike for Weiss and is well aware that he is not above stealing other people’s tricks and passing them off as his own invention, although Crowther has no evidence of this.
He is sure that Weiss is going to use someone else’s trick at the forthcoming charity show. He mentions the locked and ‘guarded’ room at the top of the stairs as proof of this. The room is officially being used by Weiss to work on a revolutionary new trick to be unveiled at the show but Weiss hardly ever uses the room so where is he going to produce this new trick from?

When James mentions Leclair, Crowther enquires as to how his friend is and appears shocked when told he has disappeared.

Crowther explains that he met Leclair when the younger man first came to the club and watched over his selection. Leclair joined as a normal member and did not attempt to get into the second level at first, though he could easily have done so. Crowther helped Leclair out with some ideas for his new trick, being a card magician; Crowther felt no personal rivalry with Leclair. Crowther was also aware that Leclair and Weiss had done some work together and is not surprised that Weiss is using a variation of Leclair’s ‘Vanish’

As Leclair was not allowed to use the second level library, Crowther lent him a couple of old books mostly about the roots and history of the craft, an area Leclair was especially interested in. Mostly these were in Chinese which neither man understood, but key elements convinced Leclair that they could help him with his new ‘Vanish’. Leclair told Crowther that he was going to speak to Weiss about the book as the German was said to have similar interest in ancient things. That was the last time Crowther saw Leclair and he assumed the young man had found what he wanted and was furiously practising his new trick at his lodgings, too busy to socialise at the club.

Returning to the Savoy on Sunday night, James reports this to the rest of the group.

Henry spends a little time going over the ground that Sam covered before, digging through old newspapers and journals and learns little more than you already knew. Ching Lung Soo is a very well known stage magician who made a name for himself in the London music halls and theatres before WW1 with his Chinese-flavoured card magic. He disappeared from London during the Great War and was believed to have returned to his native China. He reappeared on the London scene just three years ago explaining that he had returned to the East to visit his family and to research more of his special oriental magic. Since his return he has founded the Brotherhood and puts on a charity show every year. There is no mention of any suspected connection to Chinese Tongs.

Sam spends his time parked around the Brotherhood house, photographing and watching for Weiss but within a couple of hours, is moved on by policemen saying they have had a complaint about his behaviour and he should cease and desist.

With little else to go on, you have no choice but to wait for the day of the charity show. Most agree to go together though James is required to attend with the members as although first level members are not performing, they are required to be onstage as part of the finale.

Sam again opts to take up watch on the Theatre in the afternoon, being a little more surupticious this time.

Each of you receives a message from the bellhop at the Savoy at different times, "Meet Sam at the pub just to the south of the Mermaid, ASAP."

Hal arrives first and hears Sam’s story of what happened when he investigated the theatre.

"Excellent, I knew I could count on you Sam. We should head to the British Museum, an old friend of mine used to work there - let's go see if she is still there. Even if not, I'm sure they'll have someone there that can help with deciphering the Chinese marking. Failing that, I know that the concierge at the Savoy will be able to find us someone in Chinatown that can help us.
If we get time to check out the crates, let's go suitably armed and in force so that we can take out the guards."

Sam checks his watch, “It’s already 6.30pm. The show starts in a couple of hours and won’t the museum be closed?”

“I can get there in ten minutes and I have special access privileges. You’d better come with me as you’re the only one that’s seen this symbol.”

Spanners and Henry then arrive and Sam fills them in as quickly as he can.

“We’ll head over there now and meet you at the theatre!” grins Hal, “The games afoot!” he chirps excitedly, and heads out the door at a trot, Sam following quickly behind.

Spanners and Henry leave for the hotel to get changed. On the way they meet the Monsignor, “Sorry gents, only just got your message. Everything ok? Where’s Hal and Sam?”

“They went to the museum to follow up on a clue. We need to get ready and meet at the theatre. The show starts in little over an hour,” says Henry.

Getting quickly changed into your smartest togs, you head off to the theatre getting there just before 8pm. On the way, Henry relays what Sam saw to the Monsignor.

Police are everywhere surrounding the theatre and the queue to get in is long. By 8.15pm you are inside and have taken your seats in time to the Prime Minister, Stanley Baldwin and various members of the cabinet arrive and are greeted by Lung Soo at front of the stage, near the royal box.

Not long after, the royal party arrive and take their places in the royal box. Lung Soo again personally greets King George and Queen Mary before they take their seats.

Shortly after, Hal enters and swiftly moves to Spanners and Monsignor. Under his arm is a large tome. Sam is nowhere to be seen. “Bathrooms, now!”

The quickly head to the lavatories. The small room is standard but extremely clean, lit by small barred windows. An elderly attendant is the only occupant polishing mirrors, “Good evening sir, may we have a little privacy,” Hal holds out a twenty pound note.

The man’s eyes grow wide, but he is too smart to question what business three men want in a theatre bathroom, he takes the money, nods his head and scarpers. Hal, flips through the book, and opens it on a marble-topped dresser.

“Lan-Shi! It’s a cult. This is the symbol Sam saw on the boxes,” Hal points to a symbol of a Chinese dragon motif, “These are the journals of a minor oriental explorer, Harold Amersham from the 1870’s.

The Monsignor begins to read a passage indicated by Hal, “...while in Tao An I saw a most peculiar fellow working in the paddy fields. He was old and leathery skinned, like so many of the peasant farmers of the area, but upon his back was tattooed a most delightful dragon motif, which I will try and sketch below. When I pointed it out to my guide, however, he virtually spat out the words “Lan Shee!” and rode on.

“I had all but forgotten the strange incident but the next evening, as we relaxed in my rooms in yet another delightful roadside tavern, Shaylin brought me a battered history book which he said detailed the history of the region. Of course, I could not read a word of the thing, and Shaylin was somewhat reluctant to translate it for some reason, but the pictures were plain enough. They were painted in quite delightful style and colouration as always, but what scenes!

At this point the theatre bursts into applause. Presumably the curtain has opened and the show is starting. Monsignor continues to read.

“They first showed a priest dressed up in the finery of a mandarin, standing at an altar with a dirk the size of an elephant’s tusk poised over some poor smiling peasant. May the grace of God preserve me, but I swear it was a human sacrifice! The next showed some sort of decoration on a tapestry or something similar. It was of an emaciated man, thin and white as if something had sucked the very blood out of him. The last picture showed that hellish priest again, but this time dying at the hands of hundreds of righteous men who were plainly razing the unholy temple. I have heard tales before now of China’s Pagan past but this ‘Lan Shee’ lot have been quite the worst I have ever heard of. May I never look at an old peasant’s tattoos again!...”

“Sam has gone round the back to find a way to get to the stage when the time comes. If we are to ‘open the gate’ as Leclair has seemingly request we do, we need to let them start whatever they are planning with that arch and stop them before they go to far. So we need a plan!” Smiles Hal, “Any suggestions?”

"Any thoughts, my friends?" repeats Hal "I am loath to use deadly force on these people, even though it may mean saving Leclair - especially with all the police around, who will no doubt get the wrong idea. I suggest we join Sam backstage and try to shut the curtains once the gate is opened and take out whoever is onstage. I have my knife, pistol and a blackjack with me so can creep up behind some of the stage hands and knock them senseless so that we can control the curtain mechanism. Then we can close the curtains at the right time and do what we need to do to stop them from completing the ritual."

"Ah, yes...perhaps a distraction is in order. Anyone object to a little shenanigans?"grins Henry.