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Messages - Jomon Dogu

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"Rest assured, we're doing everything we can. I can say with confidence that Miss Blood will be back safe and sound in no time. Again, thank you ever so much." And with that I'm off, out the door and heading off to Duke Street as quick as I can go. When I get there, I plan to do some snooping around the outside, front and back if possible, before heading in.

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Jane's words remind me of my own short-lived college days, not long past but well and truly over. I stifle a sigh in my teacup. "Well, Miss Willson, you've been a great help and I very much appreciate you taking the time out of your day on my account. I ought to be off, have a peek into Davy Byrne's. Could I trouble you for directions? I'm not normally in this part of town."

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I don't know much about Davy Byrne's other than its reputation for playing host to all sorts of erudite literary types, so I smile & nod and change the subject. "You mentioned a while back that Miss Blood could be aloof at times, and she seemed particularly reserved on the night she... on the night in question. How long have you known each other? Would you consider her the type of person to take risks or endanger herself voluntarily?"

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I sip my tea pensively. Jane is sharper than I figured she'd be. "I find it's best to be more thorough than necessary when dealing with a case like this. Forgive me for insinuating, but it wouldn't happen to be the pub the four of you were at on the night of Miss Blood's disappearance?"

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"It's comforting to know there are still those in Dublin who value character over creed." I sip my tea wistfully. "What does your father do, Miss Willson, if you don't mind me asking?"

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"I can certainly understand your concern. The city isn't what she used to be." I underline Laura's name a second time in my notebook. "But I do expect your man would certainly prove a deterrent to anyone with ill intent; he seems as able as he is refined! How long have you been with the Willsons, my good man?" I'm awfully curious about Michael; he doesn't seem entirely the manservant type.

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"Interesting." I jot down 9:30, Davy Byrne's, Laura Fauntaine, and distant/aloof, before looking up at Jane again. "I don't wish to cast aspersions on your friends, so please understand I ask only in the interest of being thorough: can you tell me more about Miss Fauntaine? I don't suppose she harbours any ill will towards Miss Blood that you know of?"

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Being shown into the kitchen like a tradesman could be seen as a snub, but I figure it's likely just down to Miss Willson's age & temperament and not meant to be insulting. "I wouldn't say no to a cup, that'd be lovely. Meanwhile, we might as well start with the basics."

I take out a small notebook & pencil, and turn to a page that isn't completely covered in scraps of poetry and peoples' names and addresses. "No doubt you've been over this at least twice before with the police & the Colonel, Miss Willson, but I'd very much like to hear your personal account of the night in question leading up to Miss Blood's disappearance."

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I tip my hat & bow my head, just like Mother taught me. "You must be Miss Willson! I apologize for this unexpected visit, but I am in fact an associate of the Colonel, your friend Eliza's father. Colin Jameson, private investigator, at your service."

I sigh, somewhat theatrically, as though it pains me to stick my nose into other peoples' business like this, and affect a more sombre demeanour. "As I'm sure you know, Miss Blood has been missing these past few days, and her poor father is terribly anxious. I've been hired to hopefully resolve the matter & discover Miss Blood's whereabouts. I wonder if you would mind me asking a few questions about the night you last saw her?"

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"Fantastic! We could separate and visit them all at once, or make our rounds as a unit. Were I a young lady, I suspect I would prefer to be questioned by one or two strange men at my doorstep as opposed to four at once, but we've certainly time for either approach. What do you think?"

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Carefully keeping the paper in the trash and unseen by the others, I open the crumpled paper, read it quickly, and fold it back up, concealing it in my hand and slipping it covertly into my pocket. "Just making sure we weren't missing anything crucial. Everyone's hiding something, don't you know. With things as they are these days, I very much doubt there'd be a kidnapping in the city with non-political implications. Any more information to go on from our Colonel?"
[Feeding My Obsession]

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"This from a man who just told a prospective employer his daughter could rot." I'm even having a bit of fun now. It feels almost like the old boys are back together.

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"Cormac!" I give the Colonel a theatrically apologetic grimace, and abandon my tea completely to follow Cormac out of the room in a hurry.

Once out of eyeshot, before even acknowledging Cormac's presence, I immediately begin rifling through anything and everything searchable in the next room, muttering to him without looking up.

"That was tremendously impolite of you in there. I didn't realize living in the United States would have such a pervasive and insidious effect on a fellow's manners so quickly!"
[Feeding My Obsession]

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"Cormac, please! Have some more tea," I insist, pouring him yet another cup. I haven't yet touched mine, growing cold on the table.

"I assure you, Colonel, we - or at least I - have the utmost desire to see your daughter safely back to you. Mr. Quirk has a point in a roundabout way, though. If there are pieces to the jigsaw left in the box, so to speak, then we shall be going into a dangerous situation half-blind, and no one in that case could make any guarantees regarding safety with a clear conscience. Can you think of anyone especially suited to resort to a vicious tactic like kidnap?"

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After pouring a cup of tea for myself, and one for Cormac, I take the ransom note, running my fingers over the paper as though trying to feel the thoughts of the person who typed it.

"Colonel, if I may be so bold as to make an assumption: clearly, you are dealing with a villain who knows you are a man of means enough to pay such a sum, and thus presumably either an unrelated criminal with a very sharp eye, or an enemy with a personal stake in the matter. I don't suppose you can think of anyone with a more than monetary reason to do such a despicable thing?"

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