For Further Reading...

My friends... I have decided to formalize my writings. Yes, our mystery involving the treasure and Miss Morstan is quite wrapped up now, but I will not tell you how. Soon, I will be finished with my official account of this mystery. It will be published if all goes well, and I would be flattered if you would take the time to read it.

Until Then... Happy Waiting!

Rather Frustrating...

My how time flies! Regrettably, I have not maintained this manifest as I would have hoped. Much has happened and I once again have little time to explain. Let me begin.

First, and most importantly, Bartholomew Sholto is dead. He was dead when we arrived at his home, but Holmes, Thaddeus, and I were the ones lucky enough to discover it. We entered the room in which the treasure was once concealed only to find no treasure and a dead Bartholomew. Holmes found in the back of his head a curious poisoned dart of which we have yet to find the maker. Through a long series of clues and observations and police investigations and testimonies, we have gotten nowhere. Holmes is here with me at 221b Baker Street waiting for a few last hope sources to report back, but for now we are at a dead end.

I trust that my companion will find a way to re-engage activity in this case. Miss Morstan is waiting... and we must find her justice!

A Brief Update

Oh what an exciting few hours we have had!!! Holmes was right of course about our mysterious beckoner. His name is Thaddeus Sholto... Major Sholto's son. Well, one of them anyway. His twin brother, Bartholomew is also in on this mystery... but not as willing to share.

To make things brief (as I am currently en route to Bartholomew's home to continue our adventure), Captain Morstand and Major Sholto had happened upon a magnificent treasure while in India. One way or another, they managed to transfer it back to London. As Captain Morstan confronted Major Sholto for his share in the treasure, there were heated words. Trivial matters, of course, surround such immense wealth. However, such matters are enough to aggravate a weak heart, and such a heart Morstan possessed. After arguing for some time with Major Sholto, Morstan suffered from a heart attack and died on the spot. Understandably, Sholto feared his implication in Morstan's death and concealed the body to protect himself and his treasure. Such is the explanation of Miss Morstan's missing father.

I must pause at this time to discuss Miss Morstan. Her poise and valor through this night so far has been extraordinary... far beyond that that I would expect from such a feminine and fragile creature such as her. Regrettably, I find myself in quite a situation. I do believe that I love this woman. However, we have just come to discover that she has rights to a great deal of money and may very well soon be acquainted with said riches. Now, do I conceal my love for fear of appearing superficial? Or do I confess in honesty and hope she sees the truth? I don't know.

Now, back to the treasure. As Thaddeus tells us, the treasure's location died with his father. Since then, Batholomew has spent his time searching. Finally, the treasure has been located! Just a few days ago, Bartholomew located a secret compartment in the ceiling of his house containing the treasure. At Thaddeus's urging, the brothers have agreed to give to Miss Morstan her father's rightful share.

Ah! We have arrived! I will update as soon as possible!

Of course.... I was wrong

Just as I meant not to do, I have underestimated Holmes. After a brief outing, my friend has returned, claiming to have unraveled my 'impossible' mystery. Although some of the facts are still fuzzy, there does seem to be a logical progression here.

Readers, consider this information: Major Sholto, an army Major from India and of former acquaintance with Captain Morstan, died upon the 28th of April, 1882. Exactly one week later, Miss Morstan recieves her first pearl (I omitted this date from my previous entry because I mistakenly took it to be of no importance). A connection?? Holmes thinks so.

The running theory as of now is that Sholo's heir knows something about Captain Mostan's disappearance and now wants to make ammends with Miss Morstan.

So, just like that, Holmes has discovered who our mysterious meeting is with tonight. But exactly what will happen remains to be seen...

Alas!

A mystery arrived today!! (By way of a quite striking young woman I might add...)

Miss Morstan is her name, and her story is quite interesting. Apparantly, some mysterious sender has been fowarding to Miss Morstan one lustrous pearl every year for the past six years. But that's not all! Her father, having just returned from military duty in India, mysteriously vanished 10 years ago. And today, Miss Morstan received a curious note from her mysterious pearl-sender. While I cannot detail the exact words of this note, I can say that its contents have me quite excited! There is evidence to suggest that tonight we shall discover the wherabouts (or history) of her father and these anonymous gifts.

I don't dare underestimate my companion's deductive abilities... but I simply can not see how he could draw any conclusions from the available information. It is, in all truth, a mystery!

Observation of Stimulation

I can't help but wonder how the human brain works. Such a concrete and constant object... yet so many people show signs of such differences and it's all in the brain.

Take, for instance, my friend. He shall remain nameless. It saddens me sometimes to see his brain in lack of challenge. He needs challenge. He feeds on it. Without some sort of logical puzzle or brainwork, my friend resorts to... other... means of nueralogical stimulation. I'm certaintly not proud of the drug use practices of my friend, but he sees nothing wrong with it. And what he says is true... as soon as something better comes along, he drops the drugs in favor of the more wholesome stimulation.

Most often, this alternate stimulation is in the form of a mystery. You see, this friend of mine is a private detective. However, he is no ordinary detective. As I have made clear, his brain is unlike any I have encountered before. His keen sense for the minute details and absurd ability to draw highly logical and likely conclusions from minimal evidence make him quite an extraordinary man. The flaw in all of this, however, is the absolute lack of mysteries as of now....