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Charles Whitehurst

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    Lord Langdon

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  1. Charles Whitehurst

    Business in the Park | 10pm-ish, 6th April

    Outside the Gates Leave it to the clergy to spoil the fun of firm-handed security measures. "I thought the clubs and staves better than bringing muskets and bayonets Bishop," Whitehurst tried to explain. "The clubs and staves are needed to provide motivation for the vermin of the city to move along and not return." He looked for Trentmont to see if his mentor would offer any wisdom. It had been his idea to woo the church. If the Church was going to be mad at Charles if he bloodied a bunch of malcontents, then it would not only lose the purpose of including the Church, but it would make things worse. It caused the young lord to wince briefly in the dark. The path was clear, no matter how unsatisfactory it might seem to him. Turning to his men and officers, Langdon ordered "men, use your weapons only for defense. Tonight you are to encourage the rabble to leave the park and never return. We can threaten them with arrest if they do. Tonight is for chasing them away, rather than beating them. If you are attacked by a mob, you are free to defend yourself and call for others to join you. Violence will be met with violence but peaceful exit will be met with peaceful escort." "I hope that meets with your satisfaction Bishop," Charles asked.
  2. Charles Whitehurst

    Business in the Park | 10pm-ish, 6th April

    He had not brought his whole regiment but the Earl of Langdon had brought an impressive turnout of his men. A Squad of soldiers stood guard at each entrance to the Park, well lit with lanterns, and the main body arrived with clubs and staves, intending to thrash the rabble, rather than kill them. There would be arrest of course. The Colonel of the Langdon Regiment could hardly go another season without some sort of mass arrest. Still, his mission would be accomplished by just chasing the scum from the park with a threat to do bodily harm and arrest should they return to the park a later evening. Colonel Trentmont and Sam were present as well to help direct the men. First there needed to be the blessing of the Church. It was not really a necessity but Trentmont had encouraged Charles to seek the support of the Bishop of London in any crackdown or mass arrest. It seemed prudential to make it a battle about morality rather than policing. It did not take long to locate the Bishop and Reverend Hamilton. "Bishop, Reverend, thank you for coming. Might we have a prayer and some words for the men about the safety for decent folk in this park?"
  3. Charles Whitehurst

    The Haunted Trail April 6 Morning

    Charles found himself smiling as Susan claimed she had been right. "Her younger brothers seemed rather riotous," he offered in his defense. "If you had been wrong and you were there, I would have never forgiven myself, nor would your brothers have forgiven me." His smile vanished for a moment as he whispered. "As badly as I wish to solve this mystery, my top priority is keeping you safe. I would rather lose a clue than put you in harm's way." It was true. As a gentleman, he could do no less. "As for me, I do not mind wading into a melee with a band of cutthroats. I could use a bit of exercise." His smile returned. "Love letters are the ones worth keeping," Charles ventured as he looked at the stack of correspondence. He had just received his first love letter from Darlene. "I did not read but a few. It felt awkward reading them," he confessed. "I suppose some might hold a clue."
  4. Charles Whitehurst

    Ghostling Goading

    "We can afford a few days," Charles granted. "Perhaps some of the men could round up a couple of servants and have them brought here for questioning. If I do not like what I hear, we can hold them in a cell. I could threaten to send them to the New World or the East Indies so no one would know where they had gone." It might be questionable to torture the servants, but he imagined he could threaten to make them disappear. He would find a way to break them. OOC~ I'm fine with wrapping this up.
  5. Charles Whitehurst

    The Haunted Trail April 6 Morning

    There was no more firm news but the path was set to learn more. As she made reference to his own efforts, Charles began to grin. "Why yes. I had success. It was quite an adventure but I managed to find a secret compartment in the house with the aid of a lady of my acquaintance. She asked to keep the chest, but I have the letters." He pulled forth a stack of correspondence tied with a red ribbon. "Some lively reading for you." Idly he wondered what her pugilistic brother would do if he found love letters in his sister's possession. "I pity that you have so many books and letters to read that you may find little else to do all season."
  6. Charles Whitehurst

    Ghostling Goading

    Although Lord Langdon could be less haughty than most English lords, he was well aware of the caste system in England. The word of a gentlemen would always be believed over a mere commoner. It was doubly so for an earl and doubly again for an officer of the King who enjoyed royal favor. Charles, felt invulnerable against lesser men even though he had been discouraged by Joseph Williamson and the king more than once in the past. He knew better than to arrest peers without solid evidence, but servants were different creatures. Surely he could keep them locked up for quite a while without much, if any, evidence. There was a certain sport to it for Charles. "I would dare the man to blackmail me for it," he uttered with conviction. "We will just need to be persuasive with the servants. If they think their master is to be arrested and stripped of his property, perhaps they will cooperate." yes, it seemed the only logical move. "Let us have the men round up a servant or two and have them brought to me."
  7. Charles Whitehurst

    The Haunted Trail April 6 Morning

    It was an odd coincidence to be sure. Charles had bragged to Susan that the ghost would speak with them on New Year's eve, but it had mostly been a boast. He had been surprised that it had worked. "Blazing Cannons! Exactly 100 years." He rubbed his chin. "Does that mean we cannot communicate with the spirit again because it was a once in a hundred years event?" He certainly hoped not. "We need to find where she is buried so we can bury the Lion's skeleton with her. It was what he wanted." He then mused aloud, "I wonder what service he performed for the Queen to earn that special dagger?"
  8. Charles Whitehurst

    Ghostling Goading

    It was a fair point to note the risk of disclosure by the servant. "Maybe we tell the servant that we will have eyes and ears inside the house and that we will send the servant to Fleet Prison for life if they breathe a word of the interest he took in the master." That was not foolproof but offered some hope. "Even if he tells his master, he knows of me owning the dagger. He will learn that I know who he is and that he had best flee or proceed cautiously. I would like to think that he would abandon any plans against me when he knows that I know his identity." Perhaps it was just wishful thinking.
  9. Charles Whitehurst

    The Haunted Trail April 6 Morning

    "Thomas Hilton," Charles repeated aloud. That sounded right. "What did he do that was so heroic that it justified the award of the dagger I wonder?" He hoped Susan might have an answer. "Alasia is an odd name. Who was her father to have gained such an exalted position?" Perhaps they were not as important as he had thought originally. The revelations about the names were soon to be overtaken by some new secret. The young earl's eyes sparkled at the thought of something intriguing or scandalous. "Oh? Do tell. Do not keep me waiting," he asked excitedly.
  10. Charles Whitehurst

    Ghostling Goading

    Charles could not help but gape and then dissolve into laughter at Sam's jest. "I would be a horrible woman. I would be quite the sight!" He continued to chuckle. "How could I run after the villain in skirts?" More importantly, he dared not be seen by his men dressed as a lady. As the idea for gathering intelligence evolved, Charles commented on Sam's suggestion. "I'm thinking we have some men dressed in street clothes watch the house, front and back. When a servant leaves and walks down the street, the men will escort the servant here to Somerset Palace. I will interrogate the servant and then send him or her back to the house." He had grown to be concerned that the dagger would be burglarized from his house. If someone was willing to kill for it, why would they not send a tthief in to steal it? As such, it was better to keep the dagger with him at all times. It was the safest place. He was only too happy to hand it to Sam for inspection. "It would be extreme to try and kill someone for the dagger if one only wanted to sell it. There are better ways to earn coin. There must be something special about it."
  11. Charles Whitehurst

    The Haunted Trail April 6 Morning

    "Hours?" The Earl took her seriously. "You are quite the early riser. I had thought to give you some time to … ready yourself." Were not women always needing more time to get ready? "I apologize, I should have proposed a set time." Taking the key from her, Charles was only too happy to open the door to the archive. It seemed a bit odd that she did not enter already, but maybe she worried that he would not look for her in there. Putting the key in the lock, he attempted to open the door and hold it open for Susan to enter.
  12. Charles Whitehurst

    Ghostling Goading

    Charles pondered the various alternatives, finding none to his liking. "I'd not risk our troops seeing you dressed as a woman," he whispered. Protecting her secret was of great importance to him. For her to be discovered would be to take away the very thing she wished to maintain. "Better to have one of the men dress as a woman," he offered with a smile. "We must preserve your secret." He sat back as he pondered the scene conjured. "They might admit the couple for a few minutes, but would not be likely to let us wander. Likely we would pull our weapons on the servants while the master fled." "I am thinking we need more information before crashing down the door." This was unlike the Earl. He favored bold action. "We need to question some of the servants of the house. They can be bribed or arrested, but they can tell us about the gentleman and family that lives there. Once we know more, we can better capture the villain." As for the revelation about the age of the crime, Charles found himself shaking his head. "It is very strange, I admit. Why should a descendant care so much? Why the dagger? If they recover the dagger, it is nothing. It is not proof of guilt. They have nothing to fear. If it is merely an heirloom, then why fight so hard to recover it?" It did not make sense. He had thought on the motive long and hard before. He took the dagger from its hiding spot in his jacket and laid it on his desk. "There must be something more to this." he examined the dagger anew and showed it to Sam. "Maybe there is a secret compartment full of rubies," he offered hopefully as he looked for sign of a latch. At least that would make some sense to him.
  13. It was a damn fine love letter and the first he had ever received, so he folded it carefully and returned it to his coat pocket. He managed to take a look into the gallery to find where Darlene might be seated. He thought he saw her behind Davina. It was then that he realized that he needed to vote, so he mimicked the voting of the Duke of Cumberland. It was what any good officer would do. He dutifully returned his attention to the floor, deciding that he would thank Darlene later for the letter, in private.
  14. He was not sure of the politics of the situation, nor did he torture his mind to unveil it. Rather, he add his voice to Lord Gerard and Fosbury. "Here here." It was time to vote. Charles felt an itch inside his jacket. When he went to scratch, he found a piece of paper that had been placed there. He moved to take a closer look.
  15. He had nightmares the night before of dead men chasing him. His sword had hacked them to pieces but they reassembled themselves.. Today he had come to the library to meet with Susan Herbert. With him was his golden dagger and a pile of correspondence between the Swan and the Lion.. She had told him the day before that she had learned the name of the Swan and he was eager to put more pieces of the puzzle together. They had not picked a specific time to meet, but he hoped she might be waiting for him there. He scanned the room to see if she was present.
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