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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.

Map of Shanghai

Shanghai handouts (session 21)

Newspaper articles from Shanghai Courier that seemed interesting or dealed with Mr. Ho Fong:

Our trip to Kenya

(Sessio 12)

On this trip, nothing seems to go right. I’m sitting in my hotel room, physically sound, but mentally shaken. We have lost Mr. Barrington. The grief weights heavily on my chest.

We left for Port Said on May 12th 1925, sailed through Suez Canal on 13th, and reached Port Aden on the May 19th. It was May 27th when we arrived in Mombasa. We spend the night in a hotel. Our train to Nairobi leaves on saturday May 30th, and our lorries and cars are taken with us, along with our platoon of mercenaries.

In the morning, Mr. Walker, Mr. Griswold and me went to find the store of Ahja Singh. It actually was almost ext to our pier, 200 meters from it. It is a warehouse with a single floor, and the name of the establishment was written on its door  in english, arabic and hindi. We spend the night watching the warehouse and Singh’s home in three watches, but the home is dark and empty and warehouse manned all night.

Next evening, when it’s dark, we take it upon ourselves to pay a visit to both buildings. The home is empty, and has been for a while, but Mr. Borel and Mr. Barrington come back empty handed. At the warehouse we break into a safe, finding papers, receipts and a leather-bound ledger full of test in hindi. It looks like a shipping log, but we can’t say. Luckily, there is an indian fellow working at the hotel, who finds the names of Penhew Foundation, Omar Shaki, Maritime Company, and Ho Fong Imports. Thakur Singh, Brown City, Nairobi is repeated the most.

We board the train on saturday. The view from the window is breathtaking. First, we are presented green plains, with wildlife roaming about. Towards the evening, the plains transform into hills, and towards the night the terrain starts to get rocky. Far ahead we see snow-peaked mountains. The peaceful scenery can only last so long.

When Mr. Moore, Mr. Griswold, Captain Eaton and Mr. Barrington are leaving the back terrace of the train, they glimpse a figure, resembling a human, but burning with a blue flame, flying and gliding along the train. Suddenly it bursts into the train through a window, and an explosion shooks the whole train. Another one enters the train further up. It is as these devils are headed straight for us, ignoring Captain Eaton, and trying to grab Mr. Griswold. Mr. Moore intercepts him, and the thing tackles him down, leaving him burning.

In another compartment, Mr. Borel waves Mr. Walker close to him, does some kind of a trick, and hides them both in a blue smoke. It seemed to save their lives that night. In the hallway, Dr. Jusupov and Dr. Descours grab a bucket of sand each, and succeed in dousing one of the flaming monstrosities, which disappears.

After this, the train is derailed, and we are thrown about like ragdolls. Many people are gravely injured, and our dear friend, Mr. Barrington perishes to his wounds along the riverbed, next to the train wreck.

Not all cars are derailed, and the train can continue towards Nairobi in an hour or two. It is late in the evening, when we arrive in the Nairobi train station. Three people have died and fifteen injured.