The Horror At Park Slope

Part VII

Dateline Oct. 6th-8th, 1923

After suffering their fair share of trouble aboard the Trinity, the group mostly decided to lay low and wait for trouble to come to them. Abelman requested needle and thread and began to sew a false pocket into his coat, where the tablet could be hidden.

Over breakfast Wells met with Nightengale and got a update on the strange man known as “Felipe.” Together the group decided they would try to lure Felipe out of his room. The plan: to stage a public fight between Harrington and Mars and suggest a falling out within the group. Later, Nightengale would approach Felipe and suggest a meeting with the seemingly disaffected Harrington. While Felipe was gone the others would ransack his room.

The first part of the plan went off without a hitch: the public fight between Harrington and Mars was convincing indeed (especially to Mar’s poor face.)

The second part, not as much. When Nightengale returned to Felipe’s room, he was startled to find the man hacked to death—his entrails pulled out of the gaping wound in his stomach. In the room he also found a passport (under the name Arturo Delrio), two suits, a bottle of cologne and three telegrams written in Spanish.

Later, Schwarze found a slightly addled Nightengale wandering the halls of the ship. Nightengale passed the telegrams along to Schwarze. Using his knowledge of Latin, Harrington was able to decipher one of the messages. Apparently orders to Felipe from “Canditta.” A beleaguered porter named Jorge was summoned to translate the other two. They indicated that the Canadian gangsters were lead by a man named Jean Murphy and that Canditta’s men were working against them in their search for a particular item.

The next day, Schwarze took shooting practice above decks. Nightengale had a run-in with a truculent Latin goon (one of Felipe’s men). And Mars petitioned Marcos Ratner to use his connection to Captain Ellerby to find out if anyone named “Jean Murphy” was aboard the ship.

Later on, at the gaming tables Ratner did confirm that Jean Murphy was aboard and staying in room B-16. And Nightengale was questioned by the Latin goons over Felipe’s death. Ultimately it seemed that they believed the Canadians were responsible.

The group sent Nightengale to stake out Jean Murphy’s cabin and get a description of the man. Nightengale saw him enter the cabin: short, curly gray hair, a mean mug. Immediately thereafter he saw three Indians attempt to open Murphy’s door and then sneak away. He followed them back to the cargo hold to a makeshift hideout amongst the crates.

On the morning of the 8th the S.S. Trinity made port at Callao. On the dock, the group was greeted by the NYIAAH’s man in Peru: Enrique Garcia (and his Belgian shepherd). The group boarded the train to Lima, from whence they would depart to the dig site.

On the train ride, Garcia mentioned several strange occurrences at the Temple of the Moon, including a man named Fernando, who had gone completely insane…

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Part VI

Dateline: Oct. 4th, 1923

As the sun rose over the S.S. Trinity, poor Moishe Abelman was forced to perform his religious ablutions from inside a metal cell. Back in A-66, his companions racked their brains for a way to free him from the brig.

Meanwhile, another passenger on the ship—Lawrence Nightengale, mechanic and ex-pilot—was approached on the promenade by a cologne-soaked man in a white suit. The man said his name was Felipe. Eventually, he asked Nightengale to keep an eye on the comings and goings of a motley group of New Yorkers aboard the ship. Nightengale might be able to follow them into places where he would be conspicuous, reasoned Felipe. Nightengale agreed… for a fee, of course.

After a solitary breakfast, Harrington made a quick tour of the upper-decks. He soon noticed he was being tailed by a slightly scruffy young man in a bomber jacket. Eventually the man approached to ask Harrington if he’d dropped a handkerchief. Harrington most certainly had not, and he asked a porter to keep an eye out for such riffraff in the future.

A plan was hatched to save Moishe. Harrington, who had befriended Inspector Nixon, the ship’s chief of security, made an appointment with the lawman for 4:30 PM.

At the appointed time, Harrington, Schwarze and Wells met with Inspector Nixon. The group ultimately managed to convince him that Abelman and Schwarze were the victims, not the aggressors, in the shootout (perhaps confirming Nixon’s underlying hunch all along).

Nixon informed them that Martin Molyneux, the Quebecois thug who was seriously wounded in the gunfight, had awakened from his coma. He was unwilling to answer any questions; much less press charges. Likewise, none of the other gangsters in custody were talking.

Abelman was free to go, but, Nixon was adamant about not having any more violence aboard the ship. He ordered Abelman to spend the rest of the voyage in his room, and demanded the group turn over their firearms. Specifically, he wanted two guns on his desk by 6 PM that same day.

Nightengale skulked in the hallway as the group returned to A-66. He noticed the door to A-44 was ajar and he entered to find a South American Indian tossing the room. There was a brief fight in which Nightengale pistol-whipped the Indian into unconsciousness. As he searched the man, he found that he had a strange stone amulet around his neck. Nightengale took the amulet (and a single dress shirt) and ran.

The crew turned in the guns and Wells and Abelman returned to find the unconscious Indian in their cabin. Wells raised holy hell with the staff over the incident. Eventually he browbeat the Purser into to allowing them to stay in his own, personal cabin (right next to Captain Ellerby’s) for the remainder of the voyage.

After dinner, Schwarze and Mars made a beeline for the Trito Room. There, in the casino, they found an ebullient Marcos Ratner losing wads of money at the roulette tables. Nightengale approached and bought a round of drinks and began to talk loudly about how much he enjoyed “David Copperfield’s” famous magic shows in New York City. Nightengale’s presence alarmed Mars and Schwarze (who knew “David Copperfield” was but a hastily-conceived pseudonym).

Nonetheless Ratner invited everyone above decks to partake in that rarefied pastime of the one percent: night skeet-shooting. Despite an almost complete lack of visibility over the dark ocean, Mars hit the first clay pigeon he fired at—thoroughly astounding and delighting Ratner. No one else, including Wells who joined later, was able to replicate the amazing shot.

The group split up. Wells took Nightengale to the ship’s bar to question his intentions. By offering him more money, Wells got Nightengale to reveal that he’d been hired to spy on the group. Thus, Wells (perhaps?) purchased Nightengale’s loyalty for $30, and sent him back to spy the Felipe…

After the shoot, Mars took Ratner to A-66 for an important “private” discussion. When they opened the door, they found that the room reeked of cheap cologne. A-66 had been searched.

Mars indicated to Ratner that he and his friends were in a vague sort of art-collecting trouble and that they needed help once they made it to Peru. Ratner promised that as soon as they docked, he would send a telegram to his good friend Umberto Vasquez, owner of Lima hotel called El Centro. Mars and his friends would find El Centro a safe haven once they arrived.

Nightengale returned to his berth in the lower decks. There, waiting for him in the shadows, were Felipe and two goons. Felipe pumped Nightengale for information (including any mention of an “artifact”) but ultimately got nothing. Grudgingly, Felipe peeled a $20 off of his roll. He gave it to Nightengale to continue his work, along with a promise of “very bad things” in the event of a double-cross…

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Part IV

Dateline: Oct. 2nd, 1923

The group made final arrangements and boarded the S.S. Trinity bound for the port of Callao, Peru.

After presenting their papers, the ship debarked. Schwarze and Abelman took the first part of the voyage to thoroughly irritate the casino bartender by reminding him of his relative poverty and wartime experiences. Wells later plied the same bartender with a dollar to keep his eyes peeled for Canadians.

Strolling the promenade, Harrington spotted a familiar white linen suit, which vanished in the crowd. Mars poked around the cargo hold a bit, but found nothing amiss.

Later, at dinner in first class, Abelman and Schwarze chose to share a table with Cornelius Becker, a truculent Texas oilman, and his wife Ora. Mars (under the false identity of David Copperfield, stage actor) dined with an ebullient Argentinian, Marcos Ratner, and his wife Angelina. Harrington sat with three young sisters Maryanne, Maxine and Josephine (absent their seasick chaperone Mrs. Dorsett) who eventually got wasted on Manhattans (creepily?) proffered by Harrington/Scwharze. Harrington asked the girls to keep an eye out for any white linen suits they might see. Wells stayed aloof but overheard a couple of francophones skulking on A-Deck near Harrington’s room, investigated and reported back.

After dinner, the Trito Room hosted a performance by the beautiful and reasonably talented Consuela Amor. After learning from the bartender that there were, indeed, some French-Canadians staying on B-Deck (and convincing him he was a plainclothes g-man on their trail), Wells holed up in his room to wait for trouble. Harrington played a round of blackjack, won $5, and retired to his suite, the door of which he found to be curiously unlocked.

Schwarze and Abelman decided to investigate the second-class bar. The bartender attempted to slip Schwarze a mickey and then huddled with three of LeCloche’s men. After recognizing the gangsters, Schwarze and Abelman beat a hasty retreat.

The Canadians followed and opened fire. In the resulting gunfight, Abelman, Scwharze and two of the gangsters were wounded. One was apparently killed. Abelman followed the final Quebecois back to suite B-16. He kicked the door in, disarmed two men inside and held them at gunpoint.

Ship’s security arrived shortly thereafter and demanded that Abelman drop his weapon and lie down on the floor…

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Part III

Dateline: Sept. 25th – Oct. 2nd, 1923

After Harrington’s meeting with Allistair McLaughlin at the NYIAAH, the group assembled to discuss their next steps. Soon they noticed they were being watched by an urchin across the way. Unimpressed by magic tricks or threats, the group bribed the kid to the tune of $6 ($76 in 2012 money!) and he revealed that he’d been pay to keep an eye on the institute by a man sleeping in a car two blocks away.

Mars and Schwarze made a quick reconnaissance tour and indeed spotted a portly gentleman asleep in his vehicle. Harrington distracted a couple of nearby police, and Wells and Abelman kidnapped the fellow.

After a little bit of physical coercion, the fat man proved to be a bit of a pushover. He revealed that his name was Etienne Doussau and that he was sent by LeCloche to retrieve the golden tablet and that he was not sent alone. Doussau made a play for Wells’ gun and took another (ultimately mortal) pistol butt to the face.

Harrington, Schwarze and Abelman went back to check on Harrington’s townhouse which had indeed been broken into. Meanwhile, in a chilling scene, Wells and Mars dumped Doussau’s body into the murky waters of the Gowanus Canal.

The group met up again, and after a brief detour to the Bronx to get the Abelman family to a safer place upstate, all took rooms at the Algonquin Hotel. The following morning a front page article in the Times described a break-in at the institute, in which nothing was apparently stolen but a night watchman was murdered.

Schwarze and Harrington met with McLaughlin later that day. On behalf of the group, he accepted McLaughlin’s request to secretly transport the tablet back to Peru and return it to Dr. Wilmott Dermott, the supervising archaeologist at the Andean dig site. The Institute agreed to pay the group $2000 total, with $200 per person in advance.

Travel arrangements were made for passage to Callao aboard the S.S. Trinity, which departs October 2nd…

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Part II

Dateline: September 24-25, 1923

Upon the startling discovery that the same wiseguys from earlier were staking out the Waldorf, Everett W. Harrington rented another room under the moniker “Bruce Willis” and returned to Franz Schwarze’s suite on the 11th floor. Schwarze and Harrington summoned the rest of the gang to help protect Charles Danvers (and the tablet). Kenneth Wells and Horace Mars arrived separately, both having brief run-ins with two different goons around the hotel. A plan was hatched to move to the 19th floor for safety’s sake. After avoiding someone in the stairwell a gunshot was heard.

After receiving his wife’s blessing, Moishe Abelman arrived at the hotel just in time to see wounded gangster flee through the lobby. Right behind him came the Latin man brandishing a gun. Though Abelman attempted a citizen’s arrest of the gunman, both fled into the night before the police could stop them. Reunited (and a little spooked), the group spent the rest of the night uneventfully.

The group ultimately decided they needed to contact The New York Institute For Archaeology And Ancient History for more information about the tablet. Harrington, Schwarze and Danvers headed uptown to the institute. Wells, Mars and Abelman went downtown to obtain a gun.

While meeting with the Institute’s director Allistair McLaughlin, Harrington attempted to broach the topic of the tablet by way of a fictional client’s “dream states.” However, he accidentally touched a nerve with McLaughlin who misinterpreted this as some form of extortion. McLaughlin confirmed that the object was stolen from a dig site in Peru (troubled by more than just thefts, the site has experienced disappearances and bizarre unexplained phenomena.) McLaughlin seems to want the object returned to the Institute but wishes to keep its theft (and subsequent smuggling into the United States) a secret as both of those facts could have troubling implications for the Institute’s continued ability to work in Peru. Somewhat desperate, he promised a generous reward if Harrington could help with his situation. The two made plans to meet again the following day.

In the meantime, however, Wells plans to stake out the the Institute and follow McLaughlin home to learn more. Harrington is eager to check on his townhouse, the location of which is at least known to the French-Canadian thugs. Danvers wants nothing more than to take a bus home to Indiana where he can lay low at his parents’ home and hopefully not get murdered…

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Part I

Dateline: September 23-24, 1923

The Plot So Far…

A group of loose acquaintances (all members of the Society For Metaphysical Research) have come into possession of a package containing a mysterious gold artifact. The package is from Charles Danvers, an old school chum of Schwarze’s, now a freelance reporter specializing in organized crime. His note asks the investigators to protect the object and meet him the following day. Danvers never shows. Through further research, the investigators determine that the artifact is likely of Incan (or Innuit?) origin and bears imagery relating to the new moon.

A visit to Danvers’s apartment shows signs of a break-in and a violent struggle. A strange stone object is found under his sofa. Within one of his notebooks, Wells discovers that he traveled to South America on the trail of a smuggler named LeCloche, to investigate a series of thefts from an archaeological dig commissioned by the New York Institute of Archaeology and Ancient History.

Later, at Harrington’s Greenwich Village townhouse, the investigators see that they are being watched by a couple of tough-looking francophones who leave in a black sedan. Upon returning to the Waldorf, Schwarze and Harrington find a terrified Charles Danvers waiting in the cafe. He confirms that Simon LeCloche, a French-Canadian crime boss and his associate, a Peruvian woman named Canditta Domingues, are searching for the tablet and will stop at nothing to get it. However, he says that those who broke into his apartment and made an attempt on his life were Indians.

Harrington, attempting to smuggle the tablet to safety in the Bronx, notices the same black sedan idling outside…

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