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Journal Entry, 1:36 am, 5th Jan. 188x, J. Moldylocks

At last!  The two new pups arrived today from the Orient!  Long journey, they are indeed worn out but will be a marvelous addition to my exotic menagerie.  One male and a female, both spotted like Pintos more than Dalmatians.  They are a rare breed of pygmy canines, and have horns above their ears and tiny little chin beards as they should.  Hyde immediately set about to annoy me by insisting they were goats.  I began to engage with him but then reminded myself he has not enjoyed the privileges of education and travel as I have.  Let him think they are goats.  I could care less.  They do need proper training, however.  They are both inclined to chew anything within reach, especially paper.  

I am getting shipments from the estate almost daily.  Thank goodness there’s vast storage in the Essex House basement.   Hyde notified me of a painting up in the attic near his room this evening.  That feeble minded chambermaid Pepper must have dragged it up there for no particular reason.   It’s an oil on canvas of a young, very handsome gentleman, but I swear I have never seen it before.  It’s in very poor disrepair.  Hyde helped me hang it up in the Count’s room.  I hope he doesn’t mind it there.  I will ask around for an art restorationist to fix it and clean it.  

Oh, and I really shouldn’t upset myself so close to bed-time, but both Hyde and I heard a voice tonight while in the attic. I made a feeble joke about the hotel having ghosts, but neither of us laughed.  Will ask Chef to check up there tomorrow in case an urchin might be creating an impromptu hideout.  That would never do.

I am glad Hyde is spending more time at the hotel, but I do wish Wright would hurry back.  And the Count has been out more than in the last few weeks.  I know I have the dogs, but I really feel safer when all three are asleep in their rooms at night.

Last bit of news.  Someone stuck a note by means of a knife into Hyde’s door.  The penmanship was poor and the grammar atrocious, but it was some sort of cryptic threat against both Wright and Hyde.  All a bit of a mystery to be quite truthful.  No one but myself, Wright, the two maids and Chef have access to the key to the attic.  Wright is out of town, neither maid can read or write and I doubt Chef… well, I’ll speak to the staff in the morning.   I suspect some wily urchin is having a bit of a prank.

S.M., I miss you, my darling, so much more so when the wind is rattling the windows in the deepest of night and the shadows crawl up the wall like giant hands ready to reach out and take me whole.  

Must order three extra possum for Sunday’s dinner.  Meat pie, haven’t made that in a good long while!  And I can’t forget to check the flour bin for ants.



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  1. Martin Malus Martin Malus February 5, 2016

    Possum? They’re serving POSSUM at the Essex? I don’t want to hear any more complaints about the food at the Gangplank. 


    • Nyanka Jinx Nyanka Jinx February 5, 2016

      They also served roasted duck a few weeks ago. Moldy’s chef serves all kinds of stuff when he feels like it.

      At least it doesn’t make anyone throw up or see things, unlike food at other places…

      – Edward Hyde

  2. Lady Moldylocks Lady Moldylocks February 5, 2016

    What are you people doing reading my private journal!?!  Have you no respect!? Hmmph!

    Here is Sunday’s dinner menu, since you’re so concerned:  

    Mussel Soup with Saffron

    Possum Cutlets in a Light Fennel Cream

    Boulangere Potatoes

    String Beans with Parsnips 

    Black Winter Truffle

  3. Kristos Sonnerstein Kristos Sonnerstein February 8, 2016

    Mottled with horns and beards and she insists they’re dogs..? And I thought I was the blind one. That dinner sounds so heavenly though.. I wonder if she serves similar at the pub…

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