Post by Monique Adelina De'Ath on Nov 26, 2019 6:55:30 GMT
Mon cher amis,
As you are all aware I seem to have been Paris's most unfortunate resident over recent months, with numerous mishaps befalling me, and I have begun to wonder if some warlock has put a curse upon me?!
I began this last month full of renewed optimism, determined to put past events behind me and keen to make plans for the future. My first intention was to resolve the mysterious disappearance of my no-show duel opponent Monsieur Demaret as certain rumors have been circulating that the fellow could be dead, assassinated before he could turn up for the duel. I mean how ridiculous can you get, assassinated!! Of course such a rumor in it's turn casts a shadow over my good self as that has led to whispers that the only person with a vested interest in having Demaret bumped off would be one who was too afraid to face him man to man, some craven coward affecting bravado but with about as much backbone as a lettuce and who possesses the dueling expertise of a one winged chicken. Now clearly that is not me, the acclaimed and well respected Duelling Docteur, but honor is a cherished value and thus I was determined to clear up both the mystery and any slurs upon my character at the same time.
Unfortunately this is where misfortune intervened once again, leading to my latest arrest and incarceration. Indeed I write this letter from my gaol cell calling upon you, my friends, to turn up at Court this coming week and vouch for my good character, be a witness to this run of ill-luck and implore the judge to have me released without stain on my family name and cleared of this ludicrous charge.
Perhaps it is time now for greater elaboration as to the charge I am facing - attempted theft - and to include a personal apology to Pvt de Miremont for unintentionally involving him in this matter. I wished to begin my search at the home of Monsieur Demaret, perhaps to speak with his good wife or that washer woman mother, but it then dawned on me that I didn't actually know where his address was...well I'd only met him that one time at The Frog and Peach and during the course of our conversation he didn't reveal it. So being the kind person that I am I thought it proper to take some gifts to his immediate family and so I took along a large sack from my own home with the intention of buying some goods at the market to place into the sack. It was with this same thought of kindness and wish to remain anonymous in my intended gift of charity to the said family that I also put a mask into my pocket so that they would remain oblivious as to their benefactor. I am afraid that when it comes to the matter of the....errr...now what did that Ensign of the Night Watch call it...ah yes a 'door-breaker'....well that was given to me to look after by a man I encountered on the way, he never told me his name, who I assisted after finding him laying ill by the roadside and he was to weak to carry it home so I offered to take the burden for him and he said he would send someone along to the Ladies Slipper later to collect it.
On my way to the market I, foolishly as it transpires, made the error of asking a small group of street urchins if they knew the address of Monsieur Demaret. You see these young urchins are known for being 'streetwise' and often know much more than we more gentile folk so with the incentive of 5 livres I made bold my request and received directions. I should have realized that their giggles and knowing glances between each other boded ill for me as the address they gave me was actually for the home of Pvt de Miremont and it is now my guess that the urchins were, or at least one them, friendly to the Kings Musketeers and thought this would be a fine childish prank at the expense of a Cardinals Guardsmen. Or perhaps, giving them the benefit of doubt, a simple confusion over the similarity of the names Demaret and de Miremont? Oh for my naïve innocence of trusting the young.
Thus fully convinced that the address to which I was going was Demaret's, not de Miremont's, I proceeded happily upon my way, forgetting to visit the market en route. On arrival I found no answer to my calls for entry and it appeared that no-one was at home? Going around to the rear of the property I found the back door unlocked so leaving that heavy 'door-breaker' leaning against a wall I entered just to make sure no-one had fallen ill and was in need of medical assistance. The whole place was in darkness and I went from room to room checking for occupancy. It was when I got to the master bedroom that ill fate finally overtook me in the most unlucky of circumstances! I thought I heard a noise from one of the cupboards and was surprised when a large rat suddenly leapt out at me and began scurrying across the floor and in and out of wardrobes and closets. Thinking I'd be doing the family a good turn if I caught the vermin I chased after it and sadly made some mess in the process through discarding clothing and items across the floor. Next I heard a loud female scream from inside the house and a light came on downstairs, more screams and then a commotion outside in the street as a passing detachment of the Night Watch became involved and I found myself apprehended, accused of attempted theft and hauled off, once again, to gaol!!
So you can see my friends I am totally innocent in all this, attempting to do a good act of mystery solving has led me to gaol and up before a judge in the morning. I do hope you will all come along and give witness to my fine character and plead acquittal for me.
Dr Guiseppi Spaghetti
Physician to the Ladies Slipper
A friend to you all
As you are all aware I seem to have been Paris's most unfortunate resident over recent months, with numerous mishaps befalling me, and I have begun to wonder if some warlock has put a curse upon me?!
I began this last month full of renewed optimism, determined to put past events behind me and keen to make plans for the future. My first intention was to resolve the mysterious disappearance of my no-show duel opponent Monsieur Demaret as certain rumors have been circulating that the fellow could be dead, assassinated before he could turn up for the duel. I mean how ridiculous can you get, assassinated!! Of course such a rumor in it's turn casts a shadow over my good self as that has led to whispers that the only person with a vested interest in having Demaret bumped off would be one who was too afraid to face him man to man, some craven coward affecting bravado but with about as much backbone as a lettuce and who possesses the dueling expertise of a one winged chicken. Now clearly that is not me, the acclaimed and well respected Duelling Docteur, but honor is a cherished value and thus I was determined to clear up both the mystery and any slurs upon my character at the same time.
Unfortunately this is where misfortune intervened once again, leading to my latest arrest and incarceration. Indeed I write this letter from my gaol cell calling upon you, my friends, to turn up at Court this coming week and vouch for my good character, be a witness to this run of ill-luck and implore the judge to have me released without stain on my family name and cleared of this ludicrous charge.
Perhaps it is time now for greater elaboration as to the charge I am facing - attempted theft - and to include a personal apology to Pvt de Miremont for unintentionally involving him in this matter. I wished to begin my search at the home of Monsieur Demaret, perhaps to speak with his good wife or that washer woman mother, but it then dawned on me that I didn't actually know where his address was...well I'd only met him that one time at The Frog and Peach and during the course of our conversation he didn't reveal it. So being the kind person that I am I thought it proper to take some gifts to his immediate family and so I took along a large sack from my own home with the intention of buying some goods at the market to place into the sack. It was with this same thought of kindness and wish to remain anonymous in my intended gift of charity to the said family that I also put a mask into my pocket so that they would remain oblivious as to their benefactor. I am afraid that when it comes to the matter of the....errr...now what did that Ensign of the Night Watch call it...ah yes a 'door-breaker'....well that was given to me to look after by a man I encountered on the way, he never told me his name, who I assisted after finding him laying ill by the roadside and he was to weak to carry it home so I offered to take the burden for him and he said he would send someone along to the Ladies Slipper later to collect it.
On my way to the market I, foolishly as it transpires, made the error of asking a small group of street urchins if they knew the address of Monsieur Demaret. You see these young urchins are known for being 'streetwise' and often know much more than we more gentile folk so with the incentive of 5 livres I made bold my request and received directions. I should have realized that their giggles and knowing glances between each other boded ill for me as the address they gave me was actually for the home of Pvt de Miremont and it is now my guess that the urchins were, or at least one them, friendly to the Kings Musketeers and thought this would be a fine childish prank at the expense of a Cardinals Guardsmen. Or perhaps, giving them the benefit of doubt, a simple confusion over the similarity of the names Demaret and de Miremont? Oh for my naïve innocence of trusting the young.
Thus fully convinced that the address to which I was going was Demaret's, not de Miremont's, I proceeded happily upon my way, forgetting to visit the market en route. On arrival I found no answer to my calls for entry and it appeared that no-one was at home? Going around to the rear of the property I found the back door unlocked so leaving that heavy 'door-breaker' leaning against a wall I entered just to make sure no-one had fallen ill and was in need of medical assistance. The whole place was in darkness and I went from room to room checking for occupancy. It was when I got to the master bedroom that ill fate finally overtook me in the most unlucky of circumstances! I thought I heard a noise from one of the cupboards and was surprised when a large rat suddenly leapt out at me and began scurrying across the floor and in and out of wardrobes and closets. Thinking I'd be doing the family a good turn if I caught the vermin I chased after it and sadly made some mess in the process through discarding clothing and items across the floor. Next I heard a loud female scream from inside the house and a light came on downstairs, more screams and then a commotion outside in the street as a passing detachment of the Night Watch became involved and I found myself apprehended, accused of attempted theft and hauled off, once again, to gaol!!
So you can see my friends I am totally innocent in all this, attempting to do a good act of mystery solving has led me to gaol and up before a judge in the morning. I do hope you will all come along and give witness to my fine character and plead acquittal for me.
Dr Guiseppi Spaghetti
Physician to the Ladies Slipper
A friend to you all