Wednesday, March 31, 2010

What is going on?? -- part one

[These next few entries are notes transcribed from an odd assortment of crumpled pages. ]

My editor somehow learned of my complaints and I was called into her office where I was resoundingly reminded of my lack of reporting experience. She's right; good stories won't just fall into my lap. I left her office chastened but with a renewed determination to ferret out a mystery.

I think I may have discovered a mystery. And at the library, no less.

One afternoon I was in the stacks doing background research on a possible story when I could hear faint voices on the other side of the wall. I followed the voices to the director's door.

That was strange; it was not a regularly scheduled library meeting. In fact, the director typically is not in his offices that time of day.

I tried to hear what was going on, but afraid I would be discovered outside the door so I looked for another, better spot to hear what was going on. Probably a boring budget meeting, but my curiosity was piqued.

I simply had to hear what was being said. Looking around, I saw a closet. No one observed me as I entered the closet and shut the door quietly behind me.

The voices were louder, but I still couldn't quite make out what was being said. Making my way past a few brooms and buckets . . . ugh, why are cleaning closets always so dirty and cobwebby . . . I was in luck! There was a small knothole and I peered through it.

From my limited vantage point, I could see an elegant female in purple, a handsome gent, some scholarly types, and the most interesting man with tatoos on his face. Sir JJ had his back to me (for which I was grateful. That man is far too observant.) There might have been others in the room.

Judging from the voices, people were upset and didn't all seem to know each other. Sir JJ must have had a book in front of him because I could hear him turn pages and he read from it.

He mentioned something called the "Golden Prim" and that seemed to surprise everyone. The elegant lady is some kind of heiress, I think, to the Golden Prim. She appeared upset. People were shouting. There's a book by a Professor Scott.

Try as I might, I couldn't quite get what all was going on, but I did learn something important: there will be an expedition to get the Golden Prim. I MUST find out more.

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