The Journal of Jonathon Lindey From the main part of the journal - Page 11
Much water has passed under the bridge since I last put pen to paper to narrate the adventures which have befallen me. Tomorrow I set off on the final stage of my journey to the mysterious Crystal Falls, and tonight I have a few hours before I retire to bed to bring my tale up to date. Let me first go back to the dreadful night of the gas explosion. Shortly after I finished the last part of the story I drifted off to sleep, still sitting at my desk. A few seconds later, or so it seemed, there was a hand shaking my shoulder and a concerned voice saying "Are you alright Mr Lindey?" I awoke with a start and found the anxious face of my clerk looking down at me. Collecting my scattered wits I assured him that I had merely fallen asleep over my work. He offered to make some tea, an offer which I gratefully accepted, and while he did so I repaired to the restroom to perform my ablutions. I returned to a large cup of tea and sipped it while putting my thoughts in order. Checking my hunter I discovered that it was already 7:30am, which meant that my manager, always an early riser, would be in. I resolved to discuss the matter with him and follow his always excellent advice. He was indeed in and invited me to take a seat. I did so and brought him up to date on the latest happenings. I explained that I was loathe to go to the police, because I feared they would think me mad and have me confined to bedlam. He laughed at that, and said that no one would consider the things that had happened to me to be a product of my imagination - there were too many witnesses. His advice was to go down to the precinct house and tell the detective investigating the explosion the full story. After a little hesitation, I agreed to do so, and to do so at once. |
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