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Shanghai, the Pearl of the Orient

21. pelikerta.

Our expedition, or what’s left of it now that doctors Paynesworth and Stafford are gone, boarded a steam ship Marlin on the 16th of September. We arrive in Shanghai on the 18th.

We check in to a hotel, and start our inquiries. Troxler visits the museum, and ends up wasting a working day’s time trying to get his point across to the personnel, while they have no common language to communicate with.

During that time, the rest of us wander the city streets, trying to find the Ho Fong Imports. When we finally find it, we’ve been walking in circles, and Mr. Walker’s wallet has been stolen. We’re tired, thirsty and in a bad mood. A quick plan forms up in Revelli’s mind – he’s to go knock on the door, and ask for work there. The chinese workmen don’t speak english, and their foreman can only tell Revelli to come back the next day, when their boss is around. We do see a dzonk sailing under the Union Jack, Luxurian Goddess, tied to the pier next to the company grounds.

We set out towards the Stumbling Tiger, which, luckily, we find much easier. It’s a seedy bar filled with people drinking cheap grog. Revelli pays the half-chinese-half-scottish bartender, Fergus Chung, one pound – and he promises we’d drink two days with that money. The bartender agrees to tell us about Jack Brady, when he’s finally paid $10 after haggling.

Jack Brady visits the bar often, but not right now – he’s in Burma, selling guns. The last time he was seen here was in march – six months ago. Chung also tells us of Albert Penhurst (alias of Aubrey Penhew), who owns the ship named Dark Mistress, which, in turn, has some strange crew. There are whispers, that the ship smuggles goods. Chung does not know, however, whether the owner, Penhurst, lives in the city. We do get one lead though – Brady had been seen in the bar, drinking with a customs worker, Patrick Devlin.

We wake up on thursday morning September 19th 1925 at 7 o’clock to the noises of the city. Following our lead, we find the british customs. We find out that the last time Dark Mistress was here was on August 4th. After that date, it has not dealt with the customs. There’s a long history of the Dark Mistress, mostly in 1924, and there have been many shipments from England. After February 1925 the Dark Mistress visits Shanghai more seldomly. We connect the dots, our raid to the Misr Mansion in England was in February. The customs official points us to Patrick Devlin, who is an older clerk with gray hair.

Troxler revisits the museum, but this time with Mycroft. Having an interpreter with him, they get some results too. Leaving the museum, they have six names of people, who know something about the cult, Black Fan, the monk Qwan or the Bloated Woman. We split the work and assign a name to a person. Descours visits an old nun, only to hear that she had passed of pneumonia last month. Mycroft visits a monk, and find out that he has committed to a vow of silence, but at least he can communicate with writing.

When Troxler leaves his informant, a small chinese woman walks up to him. She had been waiting for him on the streets, and tells him that Mr. Lin wants to see him, and demands an audience. Troxler isn’t impressed, and tells the woman, that if Mr. Lin wants to see him, he can come to him.

In the library later, some newspaper articles tell us that Mr. Lin is an importer/exporter for Ho Fong Imports. One article tells us that his wife passed a year ago. We also find an ad from a local astrologer, Mr. Lung, whose advert says that the stars are right. There are also two articles about the destruction of a seamen’s club, and some familiar sounding destruction of a monks home and their deaths, in a fire that seemed to follow them in a shape of a floating cloud of fire.

Leaving Egypt

(Session 11)

Last time I wrote, we had just experienced a horrible moment in Giza, when the earth opened and swallowed both Mr. Griswold and Mr. Borel. I was fortunate enough to jump to safety, and travel to our hotel with utmost haste to seek help in recovering our companions from the abyss.

I did write a message to Dr. Jusupov, who received it when he arrived at the hotel. We had arrived just momentarily before him, and the despair on his face changed into shock as he saw as sandy and dirty. The mad stody of Mr. Griswold did not do much to convince Dr. Jusupov that we were aldight – Mr. Griswold did exclaim having been at the gates of hell.

Afterwards we planned our retribution on Mr. Shakti, dispatching the local authorities on his den of evil. Meanwhile, Mr. Walker and Mr. Jones rented a ship, SS Porta Coeli, and its crew, headed by Captain Thomas Baird for us. We are going to travel to Kenya with the ship, but need some strong men to accompany us there. According to Mr. Walker, we are about to hire a platoon of mercenaries, lead by captain Mycroft Eaton and his second-in-command, lieutenant William Aiken.

On friday evening, Mr. Barrington hints Mr. Culverton about Shakti’s evil business. Me and Mr. Walker seek Mr. Nazir in the hospital. He had been in the mosque when it collapsed, and I’m worried about him. We find him in a hospital bed, and it is immediately clear, that he won’t be in this world for long. While talking to him, he recognizes the name of Omar Shakti, and tells us that Shakti’s men and creatures, that rose from the ground, came and burned everything, stealing the belt of Nitokris. He mumbles something about Akmallah’s sword and Desimeht, but I can’t grasp the meaning behind his words.

Mr. Moore and Mr. Borel devise a plan against Mr. Shakti. The local chief constable al-Bada and his aid, Ahmad Raziya are worried about the smuggling of egyptian artifacts abroad. Mr. Jones, Mr. Barrington and Mr. Walker sneak into the night, hiding the egyptian scrolls in Shakti’s compound, just before the raid in the morning.

Our plan works, Mr. Shakti is apprehended, since the police found multiple items ready to be shipped abroad, and a ledger with over five years of his smuggling business documented. The weirdest part in their findings is a receipt, and on the back of it some handwriting:

“My dear Omar, the scarab is magnificient. If the matching piece is found, I’d be most interested. -AP”

Professor Ali Kafour had been writing to Aubrey Penhew, and we get to lend one of his letters – the handwriting is a match. This proves, that Aubrey Penhew is alive, and hiding somewhere! The scarab had been sent from Randolph Shipping Company, Australia. It had been sent to Mr. Shakti, and he had received it January 2nd 1925. Kafour also tells us of his student, Jean-Baptiste Descours, who could join us as a translator and a guide in our travel to Kenya.

We pack our bags and prepare ourselves for a long journey on the sea.