Octavius Guy, Esq.
@sendforoctavius.bsky.social
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.
Sick of being followed around by a certain author I could name but won't.
This is my daily journal.
Pinned
Friday December 1, 1854.
It's my seventeenth birthday, so I thought I'd be forgiven for doing very little to trace the unfortunate Mr Peterson.
I was wrong.
Both George and Mr Bruff had words with me. Telling them he'd signed his own death warrant would not have gone down well!
It's my seventeenth birthday, so I thought I'd be forgiven for doing very little to trace the unfortunate Mr Peterson.
I was wrong.
Both George and Mr Bruff had words with me. Telling them he'd signed his own death warrant would not have gone down well!
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Many happy returns of the day, Octavius. I hope you’ve had enjoyable day.
December 1, 2025 at 7:49 PM
Many happy returns of the day, Octavius. I hope you’ve had enjoyable day.
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Cordial felicitations young sir.
December 1, 2025 at 4:31 PM
Cordial felicitations young sir.
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Oh to be seventeen again! Happy Birthday!
December 1, 2025 at 11:05 AM
Oh to be seventeen again! Happy Birthday!
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Happy birthday sir. I hope your day gets better
December 1, 2025 at 9:05 AM
Happy birthday sir. I hope your day gets better
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Happy birthday! Wishing you a safe, successful, and prosperous new year.
December 1, 2025 at 8:21 AM
Happy birthday! Wishing you a safe, successful, and prosperous new year.
Friday December 1, 1854.
It's my seventeenth birthday, so I thought I'd be forgiven for doing very little to trace the unfortunate Mr Peterson.
I was wrong.
Both George and Mr Bruff had words with me. Telling them he'd signed his own death warrant would not have gone down well!
It's my seventeenth birthday, so I thought I'd be forgiven for doing very little to trace the unfortunate Mr Peterson.
I was wrong.
Both George and Mr Bruff had words with me. Telling them he'd signed his own death warrant would not have gone down well!
December 1, 2025 at 8:00 AM
Friday December 1, 1854.
It's my seventeenth birthday, so I thought I'd be forgiven for doing very little to trace the unfortunate Mr Peterson.
I was wrong.
Both George and Mr Bruff had words with me. Telling them he'd signed his own death warrant would not have gone down well!
It's my seventeenth birthday, so I thought I'd be forgiven for doing very little to trace the unfortunate Mr Peterson.
I was wrong.
Both George and Mr Bruff had words with me. Telling them he'd signed his own death warrant would not have gone down well!
Thursday November 30, 1854.
Frankly I considered my failure a slap in the face, a challenge to a duel that might as well have been delivered by Sir John himself.
How could he have whisked Mr Peterson away before six pairs of watching eyes, choosing the perfect moment to do so?
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Frankly I considered my failure a slap in the face, a challenge to a duel that might as well have been delivered by Sir John himself.
How could he have whisked Mr Peterson away before six pairs of watching eyes, choosing the perfect moment to do so?
1/2
November 30, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Thursday November 30, 1854.
Frankly I considered my failure a slap in the face, a challenge to a duel that might as well have been delivered by Sir John himself.
How could he have whisked Mr Peterson away before six pairs of watching eyes, choosing the perfect moment to do so?
1/2
Frankly I considered my failure a slap in the face, a challenge to a duel that might as well have been delivered by Sir John himself.
How could he have whisked Mr Peterson away before six pairs of watching eyes, choosing the perfect moment to do so?
1/2
Wednesday November 29, 1854.
I calmed the timid Mr Peterson as best I could; Mr Bruff patted his shoulder.
"We will be nearby and we will be listening," he reassured him. "You will be safe."
"And I just have to pretend I'll keep quiet if he shares his inheritance with me?"
"That's the plan."
1/4
I calmed the timid Mr Peterson as best I could; Mr Bruff patted his shoulder.
"We will be nearby and we will be listening," he reassured him. "You will be safe."
"And I just have to pretend I'll keep quiet if he shares his inheritance with me?"
"That's the plan."
1/4
November 29, 2025 at 8:12 AM
Wednesday November 29, 1854.
I calmed the timid Mr Peterson as best I could; Mr Bruff patted his shoulder.
"We will be nearby and we will be listening," he reassured him. "You will be safe."
"And I just have to pretend I'll keep quiet if he shares his inheritance with me?"
"That's the plan."
1/4
I calmed the timid Mr Peterson as best I could; Mr Bruff patted his shoulder.
"We will be nearby and we will be listening," he reassured him. "You will be safe."
"And I just have to pretend I'll keep quiet if he shares his inheritance with me?"
"That's the plan."
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Tuesday November 28, 1854.
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
November 28, 2025 at 8:03 AM
Tuesday November 28, 1854.
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
Mr Peterson, Sir John's third cousin once removed, looked astonished to hear my revelations.
"So he murdered his wife?" he gasped.
"I believe so."
"And he can't be brought to book?"
"My close contacts in the Metropolitan Police say not."
"Oh. Oh, my..."
Monday November 27, 1854.
I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
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I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
1/3
November 27, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Monday November 27, 1854.
I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
1/3
I removed my bowler hat and knocked respectfully at my employer's office door.
"Come!" came the immediate response.
"Sir," I said upon entering, "I have a pressing question to ask." Though I saw him roll his eyes, I was determined to stay the course.
1/3
Sunday November 26, 1854.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
November 26, 2025 at 8:21 AM
Sunday November 26, 1854.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
The service was over.
"I have a question," I said.
"You do?" Annie looked at me expectantly.
"Is there a difference in biblical terms between killing someone yourself, or asking a friend to do it?"
When she frowned, I immediately regretted my words.
Saturday November 25, 1854.
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
November 25, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Saturday November 25, 1854.
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
Friday November 24 1854.
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
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"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
November 24, 2025 at 8:13 AM
Friday November 24 1854.
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
Thursday November 23, 1854.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
November 23, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Thursday November 23, 1854.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
Wednesday November 22, 1854.
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
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With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Wednesday November 22, 1854.
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
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Justice arrives in many forms. Sometimes it's slow. Patience.
November 21, 2025 at 11:58 AM
Justice arrives in many forms. Sometimes it's slow. Patience.
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Don't do it Sir- consult with Bertha x
November 21, 2025 at 10:24 AM
Don't do it Sir- consult with Bertha x
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Tuesday November 21, 1854.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
November 21, 2025 at 7:51 AM
Tuesday November 21, 1854.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
Monday November 20, 1854.
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
November 20, 2025 at 7:48 AM
Monday November 20, 1854.
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
Sunday November 19, 1854.
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
November 19, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Sunday November 19, 1854.
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
Saturday November 18, 1854.
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
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The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
November 18, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Saturday November 18, 1854.
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
Friday November 17, 1854.
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
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When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
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November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Friday November 17, 1854.
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
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When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
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