Octavius Guy, Esq.
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Investigator-in-Chief for the good Mr Mathew Bruff, famed Solicitor at Law of Gray's Inn Square, London. Sick of being followed around by a certain author I could name but won't. This is my daily journal.
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Monday October 16, 1854.

George here. I heard the junior clerks' shouts of indignation in the outer office, then Charley, Bertha's henchman, burst through the door.

"They think they found 'im!" he cried.

"Think?"

"In a shaft beside the Thames Tunnel. They're fetching ladders now!"
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anjab.bsky.social
Hoping he is found safe and unharmed.
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chantellc.bsky.social
Oh dear, I hope they find him safe and sound.
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Monday October 16, 1854.

George here. I heard the junior clerks' shouts of indignation in the outer office, then Charley, Bertha's henchman, burst through the door.

"They think they found 'im!" he cried.

"Think?"

"In a shaft beside the Thames Tunnel. They're fetching ladders now!"
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lizziekillin.bsky.social
I do hope Octavius is OK George, how is Bertha doing in her quest to find him?
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Sunday October 15, 1854.

"Well, I think he disappeared for affectation," said Mary. She's my wife.

I prepared myself to step between her and my sister as I saw the look of loathing in Annie's eyes.

"What did our vicar just talk about in his sermon?" I asked. "The true meaning of charity!"
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Saturday October 14, 1854.

George here. Mary's not happy with me. We were meant to go for a stroll in Regents Park, but instead I went to see Octavius's brother at the fish stall he works at in Old Street.

"Bertha's got every criminal in London out looking for him," he told me.
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Friday October 13, 1854.

George again. Now I'm really worried.

Instead of looking for the dog as I was told to do, I went to Brandram's Wharf for a look around.

When I found his diary there, I plucked up courage and made my way to the Bucket of Blood, where I asked to see Bertha.
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Thursday October 12 1854.

George Crump again. Octavius hasn't shown his face yet and Mr Bruff is furious with him. I told him I was worried but he just shouted me down.

He's ordered me to take on a missing dog case, but I don't think it's right. I ought to be looking for Octavius.
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lizziekillin.bsky.social
Hi George, you had better start looking for him then - good luck
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Wednesday October 11, 1854.

George Crump here and I'm only writing this because everything's gone really wrong.

The night before last, those thugs broke in and slaughtered Lady Geeson in her bed. Sir John blames Mr Bruff for his bad advice.

To cap it all Octavius has disappeared.
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anjab.bsky.social
😳 oh I am getting very concerned for your safety Sir!
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Tuesday October 10, 1854.

Brandram's Wharf: just after midnight.

The wash of waves against the timbers of the wharf; the air damp and heavy. I pen this as I await the escapees, though Sir John sent me out without a penny. Do I hear footsteps?

[a splash of blood marks the page as the entry ends]
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Frankly Sir John seems ruder, miss!
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buzzbead.bsky.social
What a rude missive. Have these villains no manners?
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Monday October 9, 1854.

"Your former colleagues seem woefully ill informed." Sir John sniffed, rifled through a drawer, and tossed a poorly written note at me.

"You put us in clink," it read. "Bring us fifty quid to Brandram's Wharf this very night or we finish wot we started!"
sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Sunday October 8, 1854.

"Did Bertha have any leads?" asked George as we huddled against the rain under the church's meagre eaves. Everyone else had made a run for it.

"She reckons they're headed for the Highlands. The one who wasn't caught has a brother with a remote croft there."
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sendforoctavius.bsky.social
Saturday October 7, 1854.

I am perfectly happy using my underworld acquaintances to help me solve a case; I am perfectly unhappy to be ordered to do so!

Bertha was unequivocal. "They legged it," she said. "Wouldn't surprise me if they wasn't in Scotland by now. Another sherry, Octopus?"