The Mystery of the Poisonous Spring Air – Part 2

…I was awoken by moisture on my face applied by a small dark, leathersome object, darting up and down as it searched for my weak spot. As alert consciousness began to take control I could see that this beacon was no slug, but the attached to the very jaws of some beast of death. It’s eyes peered at me as if in some murderous frenzy and it’s jaws salivated with expectancy, as I, it’s prey, squirmed beneath the great beast.  

I reached for my cane, for I would not perish under the weight and hunger of this ungodly beast. I was still under the bush, it’s branches now heavy with damp, wet snow, and I could see it lodged in the undergrowth, out of reach.  

The beast, meanwhile had climbed atop my person, bearing it’s full weight upon my slight frame and was leaning in, it’s dripping tongue looping from side to side within it’s devilish jaws as it decided where it would start it’s meal.  

And then it came: it’s tongue slapping across my face as if to tenderize, it’s putrid breath pouring over me like 3 year old pea soup rejected years ago from a two-bit cabane à sucre. 

The Mystery of the Poisonous Spring Air – Part 1

It was a most curious evening.

The festival of Easter was upon us and yet the dark evening air hinted of a cold chill perhaps even snow, not the promise of spring, daffodils and croci.

I had retired for the evening with my journal and my thoughts when a whistful glint caught my eye from the pavement below. 

Startled, I jumped from my chair and blew my candle light, allowing the room to sink into darkness. Again the glint appeared – directed at my window – directed at me.

Was I being stalked? Watched from afar? I edged slowly to my lead-lined window and rose to peer through, a solitary bead of swear beginning to form on my brow. Two stories below, skulking beneath the illuminated streetlamp stood a dark shadow.

It was not so very long ago…

..that I uncovered the mystery of the pidgeons which populated Philips’ Square – a vile a decidedly dastardly cloning ring located on the ‘mountain’ of Montréal aimed at the very abomination of mankind…

…that I dicovered the secret to those devilish underwired braziers. Laced temptation, fashioned with up-lifting charletanery…

I took time away.

Away from all of this. In the deep south, rediscovering and honing my talents so that I may return, a finer, wiser man - devoid of the wretchedness that had befallen me.

 I am back in residense at my Docteur Penfield apartment. Looking… watching… onmipresent to answer and to slueth…

 …to wear my sideburns of fury.

 …to rescue the commonperson from the darkness that befalls them.

I ask that no payment be forthcoming. Only that you provide me with the opportunity top better serve my mankind…

I await your mysteries, with loyalty and anticpation.

 LeC.