I woke this morning to find that somebody had made supposedly official changes to the Ghastly Affair rules. I have no memory of making any such alterations. I do remember finding the door behind the plaster in my wine cellar, following the passage beyond to my grandfather’s long-lost laboratory, and accidentally breaking a stoppered flask filled with some unknown vapor. The next thing I remember after that is waking this morning in bed, with torn clothes and mud-entrusted shoes. Anyway, any supposedly official rules changes are hereby officially rescinded.
Now, I need to investigate the unsettling reports of a short, brutish fellow seen prowling in the vicinity of the townhouse just last night. A similar person was also apparently seen keeping company with the criminal class in the most disreputable part of the city. I believe, however, that the two people are unconnected.