Friends! I Am Alive!

Just as I was about to expire at the deceiftul hands of Percival Braithwhaite, a visitor in the personage of Inspector Hecatomb Redoubtable burst into the library, intervening at the most fateful of moments.  It seems that he had finally solved the enigma of the Chinese Epigraph, and girded with this newfound knowledge, was able to divine the location of Braithwhaite just as the shadow of death was upon me.

After a brief clashing of sword-canes, Braithwhate escaped into the night, bleeding from a wound most savage.  Would this fearsome injury spell the end of my arch-enemy?  It would not be the first time he had been presumed dead.

The Treasure of Marsden Manor is safe, for now.

In other news, a good time was had at the gay bar last night, though there were only a couple guys who challenged my heterosexuality.  What’s the purpose of going to these places if they don’t cause me to drunkenly stagger along the line separating hetero and homo, occasionally falling helplessly to one side or the other?