Thursday 25th January 1923 (Evening)

Dearest Diary, a very successful day all around.

Dreamy Georgio turned up just after breakfast with his disappointing friend Cristiano. The pair accompanied Darling Antonio, Albert and myself to the Bibliotheca Marcianna where we followed up on the lead about the “plague of lameness”. It took most of the day but we found some reports from a Capitaine Dubois to a Major Hautemont, both of the French occupying force in November of 1797. In the report it described how locals blamed a Private Jean Boucher for the illness. Best of all it clearly mentioned that Private Boucher was the owner of “an odd, porcelain leg” that he had picked up as plunder. There was an oblique mention of an incident that Dubois was unwilling to put in an official report. After further researching we managed to turn up Dubois’s own diary. It seemed that Dubois was initially dismissive of any suggestion that the leg was the cause of the plague, believing the Venetians to be superstitious fools. He changed his tune when his daughter was inflicted and begun to investigate Private Boucher’s leg. Discovering that it was apparently indestructible Dubois “buried that cursed leg in secret within San Marco Basilica, under the black paving stone in the chapel of Saint Isidoro”. Success! All we need to do now is retrieve it.

Detective M also had his share of good fortune. He arrived at the library at about noon. After inspecting old documents in the San Marco Basilica he had discovered that the nuns of St. Mary’s had saved what books they could during the fire and handed them over to handed them over to non-other than the Bibliotheca Marcianna. Albert spent most of the afternoon trying to track down then Devil’s Simulacrum but to no avail however we are certain it is stored here somewhere.

Three more odd things happened during the day Dear Diary. I am not sure if any of them have any relevance to our mission.

That foul smelling oil that was floating on the waters of the canals yesterday is back again today. In fact it is worse than before. None of the locals seem to be able to explain it.

There are rumours that the many statues in Piazza San Marco wept blood during evensong.

Finally the evening papers have more information about the murder from overnight and it make for grizzly reading. The body of a man was found impaled on a ten-foot iron spike. His wounds are described as being as if they were caused by a wild animal. The woman who found him, an Ansalma Moretti, is being held for questioning by the police. Could there be a connection to the death of Arturo Faccia in Malan? Certainly the description of the injuries are superficially similar. If it is not merely a coincidence what does it mean? Is something, or someone following us?  


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