Dateline: Los Angeles
The submarine docked in San Pedro Bay and after a harrowing skeuter ride up from the south bay I arrived back in Los Angeles as the clock struck 3:33 am.
Fully restored after 3 hours of isolation tank deep sleep I arrived at the Hatter M Institute on the decaying and somewhat noxious Miracle Mile early this morning to discover Mr. Beddor’s private office overflowing with arcane research, unopened invitations to tea, discarded, crumpled pages from the ms for book 3, a broken mirror and a single, odd shaped shoe. What revelry had been transpiring in my absence? I knew Mr. Beddor had been sequestered here working day and night on the revelatory text of book 3 – but I hadn’t realized just how sequestered. And now it appears he has disappeared!
Col. Barlow reported that Mr. Beddor was last seen a week ago with his battered leather briefcase under his arm muttering…”it can’t be true…it can’t be true” as he took the stairs one flight at a time in bounding leaps heading for the street. If it hadn’t been time for lunch at the club (Tuesdays are pigeon pie) Col. Barlow may have been more curious as to Mr. Beddor’s unusual behavior and followed him. Instead we are left with a mystery that begs to be solved.
I will put the question first of all to you, the LGW Reader: Can anyone Imagine where he has gone?
Curiously yours,
The LGW Librarian