We decide to go to the Blue Pyramid – Philippa is wearing a corset. Grant has hidden a revolver and lady Robin has the standard rifle in the pants. In fact we are all pretty guntastic.
The blue Pyramid is full of loudly gesticulating customers, and there are belly dancers wandering around. People are putting money in their pants – Lady Robin sees these as her kind of people. We ask if Tewfik is about and she goes and gets Yalesha (another dancer). Apparently he’s not in yet but we arrange to meet her at the coffee shop next door at midnight. A fat guy comes over and shouts about us making trouble for his dancers. He is apparently the owner. His name is Abdul and he asks for us to leave.
At midnight, Yalesha comes out of a side door and goes to the coffee shop where we are waiting. She asks if we know Tewfik – but doesn’t sound happy. She asks if we are friends, and asks if we know that the police spoke to him. Abdul told her we were investigators. Her boyfriend has disappeared (a week ago) and thinks Tewfik was involved. A truck has been coming once a month to the back of the club – a special selection of friends of Adbul and Tewfik. Boyfriend left in the truck and never came back. Abdul claims that the boyfriend has left the country, but Yalesha doesn’t think he would leave without saying so. Tewfik is just a spice dealer, but when he got questioned by the police, everyone got very nervous. He was friends with some important looking men in suits – including Gavigan. Tewfik’s spice shop is on Ardour Street.
Inspector Barrington phones up Patrick at the hotel in the morning. A belly dancer has been stabbed through the heart at about 1am. He goes in for questioning. Barrington asks if she seemed afraid for her life – we said that she was afraid of Tewfik. He offers to rent us an unmarked car to help stake out the place.
We phone Mickey Mahoney to ask about Alan Groot – the guy who was attacked by a fog monster. He is now in an institution in Scotland for the insane, although the attack happened in London.
STAKING OUT THE CLUB
At midnight the truck pulls up, and at 12.15 it leaves and we followw. It doesn’t go towards the docks, but north towards Essex. After an hour and a half we are near Harwich (we think…) The roads get smaller and smaller. We turn off the lights and back off a little. It makes a sharp turn to the right down a tiny road. We wait a minute and then follow. It goes half a mile into boggy ground – there is a fence in the distance.. it goes through some open gates and disappears inside. We go towards the fence and notice it is 6 feet high and etends as far as the eye can see. the gate is cast iron and open – a chap waves us through. Probably because they want to kill us rather than because we are waving our pimp canes.
We are driving along a levy 5 feet high. We cross a bridge. The bridge is in fact a turnstile bridge. Nadgers. As we reach the ISLAND to the right is a large manor house with a big ol truck outside. The back of the truck is open and no one is inside. There are some burnt out but still warm cigarettes, and you could fit about 20 people in. In the manor, there are lights on the lower floor. While we discuss if cultists would chill indoors or outdoors for rites and stuff, Phillipa mentions that she has seen an obelisk on the way in. We head over and see people in robes with torchlights.
The pyramid at the top of the obelisk is wonky.
Philippa and Robin go look in the manor for robes. It is dusty and hardly any furniture. There is a big fireplace in the hall with a brick that looks weird. When we pull it the fireplace opens out onto some stairs into the basement. We go down the stairs to a large iron door. There are cells with big irons rings for shackles. We find some robes (fuck yes.) and also 5 people in the cells. They are tied up but apparently alive. They are mostly insensible, but one is alive, unhappy, but compus mentus. We put on the robs and talk to the awake guy who is an Egyptian. He is apparently a cultist who has been bad and locked up. We explain that we may let him go – but he doesn’t want to as he suspects that the ritual will kill him. Then he suspects that we are not actually cultists as we didn’t try to kill him. Tewfik is the head of the cult – the cult of the black pharaoh. Gavigan also helps run it. Tonight is the sex ritual apparently. As the other prisoners haven’t left, the ritual hasn’t really got going. The black pharoah will send his minions to rape the victims. We bop the guy over the head and carry him out – some cultists suggest we take him to be tied up. We put him in the boot of the car.
BACK TO THE OBELISK.
Dancing and shit starts. The ladies take off some of their clothes (i.e. the top half) and the sanity rolls commence. Grant and Patrick are right in there and roll for sanity. Phillipa and Robin are on a hill at a slight distance. The clouds start to go purple. We take a picture of the victims all tied up and run like fuck. As we leave, we heard a loud crack and some howling. Some large shadowy forms turn up. We think ‘Oh my word!’ and drive our way back to London. We ‘appear’ not not be followed. we get back at about 3am. Inspector Barrington is waiting for us.
We show him the photo – including a blurry picture of Gavigan. We interrogate our cultist.
– Our book suggests that the black pharaoh is just a name for something bigger. The uk branch of the cultists have connections to Shanghai, Cairo, and New York – the HQ is somewhere around Cairo. They consider themselves eminently better than the dirty prehistoric cult in NY that is Gavigan’s contact.
-The manor house is called Miser House – previously owned by some Egyptian nuts, but then Gavigan purchased it. He is the owner of the entire area. They send out some police officers who arrest some tired looking cultists, but not Gavigan. They seem wild eyed and not fully there, but can’t explain where Gavigan went.
– On Gavigan’s desk: Dear Aubrey, Elias has been dealt with in New York – You must stop Brady, this. It is stupefying that he has evaded us for so long. This man amy become an obstacle to our Great Lord. If you wish I will…
It is dated yesterday and in Gavigan’s hand. It was clearly unfinished.
THE END (for now…)