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A Satchel full of Secrets

Emerson looked up from his morning crossword at the sound of the door to the Gangplank opening. “Njal,” he said with unmasked surprise. “What are you doing up so early? It’s not even eleven o’clock.”

“I just stopped by to ask for an advance,” explained the Ravilan teen. “I need to go shopping for underlinens. It’s too cold out to do a wash.”

“Oh, hm,” Emerson started tapping his pencil on the top of the bar. “See, the thing is, Malus took the Go-Devil up north and won’t be back until tomorrow. He usually handles the books. You can ask him when he gets back.”

Njal stuck out her lower lip. “Awe, Malus can be such a poop,” she said. “I’d rather ask you. It’s real important. I met an artist from America down at the docks. His name is Charles Dana Gibson, he’s just starting out and needs a model.”

“Well, Junie will be in later,” offered Emerson. “She has the keys to petty cash. She and the squire took mine away to make an extra copy and never gave it back. She usually stops in for lunch.”

Njal made her way behind the bar and started shaking the tip cans when she noticed a large leather satchel on the floor. She picked it up to examine it.

Emerson glanced over. “Some guy forgot that a few days ago. It was under that back table.” Emerson nodded toward the table closest to the kitchen.

Oh, I’ve seen him, some boring writer or something,” she said. “This is nice leather but the bag is kind of frumpy.” Njal upended the satchel dumping the contents, mostly loose papers onto the bar. “Can I have it? I can trade it for the underlinens.”

Emerson shrugged his shoulders. “Sure,” he said, catching one of the liberated documents before it fell to the floor. “Although, it looks like there is a name attached to this one. Herodutus Tripe.” Emerson shrugged again, then tossed the document that appeared to be a letter on the bar.


Njal slung the satchel over her shoulder then turned at the door, “Thanks,” she said. “You are the best boss I have ever had.”

“I know,” Emerson replied. A gust from the door blew through the Gangplank sweeping up several documents – including the letter Emerson had just tossed on the bar. The sheet swirled, caught in an eddy that carried it right out to the street.

“Wow! It is really windy out there today,” said Emerson. “Best hold on to your hat.”


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    • Dr Joseph Foehammer Dr Joseph Foehammer February 6, 2014

      Actually, it is mine. Apparently dead men do tell tales.

      • Avariel Falcon Avariel Falcon February 6, 2014

        With a ‘Yay!’ The tiny clockwork bunny pounced on the page.

        ‘Mine!’ Whispered the bunny in a high pitched voice before the wind caught the paper again and sent it fluttering away!

        • Petharic Petharic February 6, 2014

          “What the Hell is this?” Petharic peeled the sheet of paper off the sole of his boot. “This nearly caused me to slip. Damn litter bugs.” Petharic tossed the paper aside and watched as it blew in a frenzied swirling gust west along Prince Dakkar Boulevard.

      • Tepic Harlequin Tepic Harlequin February 6, 2014

        Isn’t it the Emperors? Cus it were written to him….. hmmmmm…. wonder if Mr Emerson is guilty of treason by throwin it away? Course, not havin seen it, i don’t know nuffin bout it, just like that pile of old blankets as were left outside the Mercantile fer anyone to help emselves…

    • Mumsy Abigail Mumsy Abigail February 7, 2014

      Nothing good can come of this, Tripe. Burn the documents and let the past stay in the past.

      Some things just shouldn’t be dredged up.

  1. Junie Ginsburg Junie Ginsburg February 6, 2014

    Later in the day, Junie was stuffing her jacket beneath the bar when she noticed the pile of loose papers on the floor.  She scowled slightly, then scooped them up and dumped them into a bin before standing up to greet Emerson, who was engaged in a lively discussion with a regular patron.

    Struck suddenly by an idea, she caught his eye and smiled at  him. She grabbed one of the sheets of paper and put it blank side up on the bar, then found a pencil and drew a crude gallows and spaces for nine letters.

    “Let’s play hangman.”

  2. Spirit Spirit February 6, 2014

    A little further up the hill at the Clockhaven power station one of the pieces of paper flew past the giant spinning generator. Lifted up by the warm air it tumbled over the railing and into an open portal…

  3. Cyan Rayna Cyan Rayna February 6, 2014

    As the letters float along the street a wind burst pushes a few of them into the Chesire Mews littering the place with letters. Baird Dubois picks a few of them up that he can get his claws on and looks over them before taking them inside Alley Cats Pub. 

  4. Johnny Dawkins Johnny Dawkins February 6, 2014

    “No Tubby, like this,” Johnny demonstrated the correct angle of the fold. Tubby, tongue out, looked closely then copied Johnny’s example.

    “Next you open it half way, like this, and she’s done.” Johnny then gave it a gentle toss sending the paper glider to flight.

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