Document: Telegraph sent from Alexandria to Bucharest
Master STOP Have found vague location of unknown tomb STOP Believe it to be what you seek STOP Have arranged haven in Cairo STOP Renfield STOP
A shifty looking man meandered into the university of Strasbourg on a day marked by thick, sunlight smothering clouds. His ragged clothing and dirty countenance made him stick out among the body of students and professors. He skulked through the old stone halls as though his presence was the most natural thing in the world, paying no heed, perhaps even enjoying, the curious and scornful looks he was drawing to himself. However, he was hardly the first or last such shady character to grace the halls of learning. No one watching him was surprised when he approached a certain office door and knocked on it. It took but a few moments for Doctor Victor Frankenstein, the morbid professor of medicine with perhaps the most sinister reputation of any professor the university had ever known. The secretive doctor raised his spectacles to get a good look at the man at his door.
"Ah, Boris, how good of you to pay me a visit," he said as he ushered the shifty man into his office, although to many observers, it seemed much more like grabbing and pulling him in. The door creaked shut behind the two men, safely obfuscating them.
"Dr. Frankenstein," Boris began, his fear of the doctor becoming painfully apparent, "my cousin in Transylvania happened across this telegraph message yesterday."
Boris cautiously revealed a crumpled copy of Renfield's telegraph, obtained in secret through the doctor's web of spies and contacts. Victor simply snatched up the paper and read it without expressing a reaction until he spoke.
"You may name your price for this telegraph, Boris," he said after a while, "You've done well."
"Thank you Doctor. I believe fifty would be a fair price," Boris said timidly, struggling to act as though he were in control, but his years of working for the doctor had changed the once belligerent criminal.
"Consider it done," Victor said flatly, searching his desk for a handful of coins which he handed to Boris. Boris nodded to the doctor and starting excusing himself from the room. Once Boris had left, Dr. Frankenstein reviewed the telegraph again.
"Interesting Count, what could you be up to in Egypt?" Victor muttered to himself. Talking to himself had become a habit of his as of late.
"I don't suppose this has anything to do with the murdered English archeologist? No, we both know better," he continued, "We both know there's something unusual happening when a man can be murdered in a ransacked tomb with no witnesses and half a dozen alibis for every possible suspect. However, I suspect that now's a fine time to cease procrastinating and finally unearth the secrets of the ancient embalmers for myself. Yes, I believe I shall sign on to the university's next expedition to Egypt. And how fortunate that such a trip be planned for so soon! I'll see what you're up to for myself soon enough."
The doctor than exited his office after his rambling diatribe to pay a visit to the department of archeology, and after a simple application of his influence over the university, he convinced the otherwise reluctant professors to allow Dr. Frankenstein to act as a "field advisor and resident physician" for the small expedition that was to leave for Egypt in five days. Victor then made his way towards the office of his associate, Doctor Konrad Dippel. He knocked on the door with all due politeness, for being a scientist with the power over life and death did not excuse one from acting as a gentleman. The younger physician who entered the door was quite surprised to see Victor, but to this Victor paid no heed.
"Ah, Dr. Dippel, just who I needed to converse with, yes. You have five days to arrange transport for Adam to Cairo. Make haste, but as careful as ever. A simple task really. I'll prepare Adam for his journey myself."
Master STOP Have found vague location of unknown tomb STOP Believe it to be what you seek STOP Have arranged haven in Cairo STOP Renfield STOP
A shifty looking man meandered into the university of Strasbourg on a day marked by thick, sunlight smothering clouds. His ragged clothing and dirty countenance made him stick out among the body of students and professors. He skulked through the old stone halls as though his presence was the most natural thing in the world, paying no heed, perhaps even enjoying, the curious and scornful looks he was drawing to himself. However, he was hardly the first or last such shady character to grace the halls of learning. No one watching him was surprised when he approached a certain office door and knocked on it. It took but a few moments for Doctor Victor Frankenstein, the morbid professor of medicine with perhaps the most sinister reputation of any professor the university had ever known. The secretive doctor raised his spectacles to get a good look at the man at his door.
"Ah, Boris, how good of you to pay me a visit," he said as he ushered the shifty man into his office, although to many observers, it seemed much more like grabbing and pulling him in. The door creaked shut behind the two men, safely obfuscating them.
"Dr. Frankenstein," Boris began, his fear of the doctor becoming painfully apparent, "my cousin in Transylvania happened across this telegraph message yesterday."
Boris cautiously revealed a crumpled copy of Renfield's telegraph, obtained in secret through the doctor's web of spies and contacts. Victor simply snatched up the paper and read it without expressing a reaction until he spoke.
"You may name your price for this telegraph, Boris," he said after a while, "You've done well."
"Thank you Doctor. I believe fifty would be a fair price," Boris said timidly, struggling to act as though he were in control, but his years of working for the doctor had changed the once belligerent criminal.
"Consider it done," Victor said flatly, searching his desk for a handful of coins which he handed to Boris. Boris nodded to the doctor and starting excusing himself from the room. Once Boris had left, Dr. Frankenstein reviewed the telegraph again.
"Interesting Count, what could you be up to in Egypt?" Victor muttered to himself. Talking to himself had become a habit of his as of late.
"I don't suppose this has anything to do with the murdered English archeologist? No, we both know better," he continued, "We both know there's something unusual happening when a man can be murdered in a ransacked tomb with no witnesses and half a dozen alibis for every possible suspect. However, I suspect that now's a fine time to cease procrastinating and finally unearth the secrets of the ancient embalmers for myself. Yes, I believe I shall sign on to the university's next expedition to Egypt. And how fortunate that such a trip be planned for so soon! I'll see what you're up to for myself soon enough."
The doctor than exited his office after his rambling diatribe to pay a visit to the department of archeology, and after a simple application of his influence over the university, he convinced the otherwise reluctant professors to allow Dr. Frankenstein to act as a "field advisor and resident physician" for the small expedition that was to leave for Egypt in five days. Victor then made his way towards the office of his associate, Doctor Konrad Dippel. He knocked on the door with all due politeness, for being a scientist with the power over life and death did not excuse one from acting as a gentleman. The younger physician who entered the door was quite surprised to see Victor, but to this Victor paid no heed.
"Ah, Dr. Dippel, just who I needed to converse with, yes. You have five days to arrange transport for Adam to Cairo. Make haste, but as careful as ever. A simple task really. I'll prepare Adam for his journey myself."