The Return to Amy's Family Home

Dear Morton, Hope this is findin' ya' well fella. Just passing on some information that might be worth some readies to ya with all this will m'larky. Went down to Amy's place at the weekend, bit of a coupe actually, won a seasons diggin' off that Woolley fella from Ur in a high stakes game of Merde de Tête. The doctor gets to stick pins in 'im. Seems our Mr. Black and Amy have some business or other together, heard them talkin' something about her house at the picnic. Two birds one stone I suppose, he'd gone and called everyone together at the same time for a drink or two and to go over expenses . Had his secretary (a Miss. Teal, nice enough I suppose, usual stuck-up English) with him and everything. On the whole, we stuffed away the Pimms and a couple a pounds of Crotin de Chavignol and Fromage Blanc then we gents played cards and listened to the gramophone while the ladies promenaded and played games with Flora's wee one. Sarah was there too, lookin' pretty as a picture, so was Rose (who seems to be sneerin' at me a bit less nowadays), Lady V, Flora as I say (in her best frock) and our Evie (god bless her). Good to see Hendrick again. That Lawrence fella showed his face too (the head doctor that is, not the one who was poncin' about in the desert with us), as did the lads; Eddie and Chunky (which made it worth the trip). To cut it short we swapped stories and all that an' caught up with what we'd all been doin'. The fellas have got the car running and right for some race or other, they've been keepin' their hand in now she's back on the road. Amy has got her doctorate, she's a clever one that one, way smarter than the likes of you and me. Oh, and I found out I could play croquette, which is just hitting things with a big stick really.

As I say, Woolley was there. He got his letter from Caranburys will, which made him as nervous as a long tailed cat at a Welsh miners clog dancing festival. Allegedly, Amy recons, it was written by the one and only Abraham himself (as in the Abraham, Genesis, 11:26 to 25:18 and all that). He couldn't wait to get out of the house on the Sunday mornin'. Prophecy stuff it was, something about "...the power of the giants, those of the fallen...", which if remember ya' Sunday school you'll know what he's on, and that Abrahams ancestors and the ancestors of the giants "would wage a secret war to hold the key to this power" which folks seemed to think might be us but I can't remember which side we were or anything as I'd had a few by then to be fair. It's all a bit fish. Might be horse shite, might be worth a bob or two; that scroll was to the right collector. Lord knows where Cranbury got this stuff from. I right enjoyed m'self to be fair, shame ya' self or the Chester couldn't make it but we sank a couple a bottles of the good stuff afore ya'. Bless her that Amy can cook god love 'er, oh, and something came up about your Africa thing but we're not supposed to know yet. That's the point of this letter an' all, need to catch up over a drink at your earliest on that one. Ask Amy if you see here before you see me. Seems someone was due but didn't make it so we had an opportunity and they were up for it. I'll explain all when I see ya'. We had a swim in Amys pool and hit some more balls around through hoops and that 'till it got too dark to be safe. The ladies danced around the gramophone, which was good on the eye. Sarah told Eddie and Chunky about the power source for the car, which might be souls would ya' credit, and the response (without the Prof there to explain everything) was unsurprisingly mixed. I'm not sure Eddie sees the big picture on that one if it's true. Ah well, seems like everyone's got a theory on everything. Ya should ask our Hendrick about Ezekiel and Sarahs father, scary it is. Even Mr. Black came clean on some letter from Cranbury he found in a safe deposit box, a warnin' about his employers and something about a dead kid or somethin', I was well on me way by then so I don't remember rightly. Anyway m'man, enough. I've got a train to catch and a boat after that and I need a drink. Call me when I'm back at my hotel next week. Jack

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