Thralls,
We are now in possession of two disembodied white-gloved hands. Their legs, anxious to be reunited, sniffed them out--however they manage that--in the vast warehouse of centuries old trash and knick-knacks acquired by that old putter-about, Digger. Almost predictably, the fool had managed to lose their catalog number, and couldn't locate them among the rest of his collection. He found in its place a suspicious note, with some sort of puzzle on it. I won't bore myself by rehashing the details, but they somehow involved a book, Hypatia, a "book club" of thugs in the Creston Museum, and the enigmatic character TantaIos, who was found there attempting to trade the stolen catalog information to them.
Operatives quickly persuaded him to hand over the purloined page, and Digger was able to retrieve the hands from his junk pile. Our liaison officers, Terentia and MadHattah, returned the legs and the hands to me, and I quickly consigned them to the care of lesser programs suited to take the considerable abuse the freakish things dole out.
This is all extremely tiresome. The Twins will have a lot to answer for when we find their heads.
Flood
The Chateau
23rd of October
