The Mystery Of The Darkos

Remi Darko's journal

December 13

2:00 pm

Finally. I'm ready to leave for Helmsley. Ammm..... You can say it my fate, I have to go in Phaeton. Yes Phaeton, the name seems bizarre in this very century but I have to do that. Yesterday, I emt Mr. the name of whom I still don't know_(and also didn't try to know) I had to tell him that when will we leave for Helmsley. "I must admit, sir" said he standing near the door of the hotel, as he never came inside since I have stayed there.. His large, brown hat was, as usual, hiding his face from me and I could see only a cunning smile on his broad white lips. "That we have to go there on Phaeton. Surely sir, you'll want to know thae very reason of it. So the answer is that Helmsley is not sleek or ornate like Whitby. The old traditions of it are the reason of its rueful journey as to you.. The rolling and towering roots and serpentine streets made it impossible for the passengers to leave their by any modern transport. And also the old but long beliefs of the people in Helmsley that advancements and any innovative measures will hatm their city and obliterate its beauty is another obstacle that comes in journey to Helmsley. So, you have two options a Bourgham or Phaeton but I see that -- is not suitable fr this long journey, phaeton will be perfect for you if you want to enjoy your journey and do not want to make ir more tedious to you. Take your tine and tell me if you reschedule your timings."

Said he gravely. "How many days it will take?" Asked 1" 2 or 3 minimum if there not comes any obstacle in our journey like tempestuous and tubernal weather or any flaw un Phaeton "Said he as his broad hand was changing its gestures time to time. I often noticed that his seldom uses his left hand with a strange scar on it in any errand. It remains in ihs pocket for many of times. "Here is my card sir, you cam call me on whenever you decide to start your tedious but a little vibrant journey to Helmsley." said he thrusting his card in my hands. "Surely, I will be accompanied by another man who will be dexterous in using phaeton?" Inquested I as I would not like to continue my long and boredom journey as I think till now with that strained man. "Ah sir! it seems that you didn't like my company so much. But, gravely. I am to inform you that I will accompany you in this journey too. As the rout is long nad also a bit unsafe as you know there are not any sufficient measures on the way to Helmsley. In fact you'll seldom, or perhaps not, see any other phaeton and Bougham there." said he in a stilted manner and the smile on his lips changed into grin as he was aware for my feelings for him and it amused him to defeat me once more. But don't worry . I am dexterous in Phaeton too" Said he and turned to his taxi. I remained standing there and thinking that how much boredom was this journey going to be for me. As I entered the hotel again, an aged waiter ceased me at the room door and handed a letter to me with ihs quivering hands. Here os a letter for you Mr. Remi, from Edinburgh." said he and turned to his errand walking slowly t the corridor. It was from Aster. Grandma left us in our bad days when we merely needed her love. My heart is fulsome with sorrow and is so melancholic. Aster is also very tensed at her according to her mysterious death. As she is so fastidious fear that she will depress herself in all these affairs. Oh God help us! Help us!

Letter from Mrs. Orion to Mr. Wrett Everett

Edinburgh

Mr. Wrett!

We are in a dire need of you here. I'll tell you in detail that what is going on with us here, in Edinburgh. Try to come as soon as possible. Awaiting.....

Mrs. Orion

December 15

letter from Mr. Wrett Everett to Mrs. Orion

Glasgow

Napiershall Street

Dear Mrs. Orion

Will be with you at 6:00pm by 4:30 train from

Glasgow to Edinburgh.

Mr. Wrett

December 16

Aster Darko's journal

December 16

9:58 pm

Met today with Mr. Wrett Everett. Before starting the short narrative about our meeting, it would be altogether wrong to leave Mr. Wrett without the testimonials he deserves. Mr. Wrett Everett, is in my view sleigh-hound, relentless and keen-witted criminal agent having sage but sharp eyes, hawk-like nose, clenched cheeks_not enough to be seemed bizarre rather impressive. In this very age of about thirty, the vast experience of him about criminal affairs is admirable to everyone. It was about 6:01 pm when the door was knocked gently by him. I opened the door and there stood two men before me. One of them was, surely, Mr.Wrett with chocolate brown frock-coat, charcoal grey hat and other with mahogany red eyes, pinkish lips, his hair tied in a little pony and small section of them spread, intentionally, on his forehead wearing ivory cream coat whom I didn't know till then. "It would be better for us to take shelter form this crispy weather and hide ourselves in the cozy ambiance inside. Will not it?" said Mr. Wrett as I was ashamed that instead of greeting him began to survey his companion. "Surely, Mr. Wrett" said I as his sharp eyes shifted from me to his companion. "Let's go mr. Edwin" said he to him. Mom was waiting keenly for him for two hours ans when she saw him coming inside, the quick expression of radiance could be seen from her face. Mr. Wrett noticed the askance look of her towards his companion and thought it better to introduce him without any delay.

"Mr. Edwin Pembroke, my dearest companion during my practice in London. He'll assist us, believe me Mrs. Orion." said he as he sat down on the sofa, lying on his back, his one leg resting on the other "Mr. Wrett, I told our rueful narrative to you in my letter. I'll not be salty if you want to make your inquiries further." said mom. After one minute silence, something darted in his mind arid he sprang from his seat" Don't tell me that you cleared Ms. Gwyneth' s death "Said he, his eyes were enlarged so much that it seemed to me that they'll fall outside. "No sir, I was aware that you'll need to investigate their." Said mom "Oh! Mrs. Orion how nice of you! if you permit me. I have to take a deep glance of that very room." said Mr. Wrett, his eyes were wistful. "Take your time" answered my mom leading him to the room. He took his magnifying glass

from the inside pocket of his frock- coat, placed his charcoal grey hat on the side table and walked to the room in hurry, along with ihs companion who seemed quiet reticent and seemed phlegmatic unlike Mr. Wrett. We had to wait for them for half an hour when he, along with Mr. Edwin, carne outside. Mr. Wrett placed his charcoal grey hat on his head and said, as he was in utmost hurry "Will want to meet you morrow, in Napiershall Street, house no .19 " said heed. His stay eas momentary after thus saying, and in a prompt, he turned to the exit and disappeared from our view. I will see him tomorrow instead of mom because I've got to tell him all those bizarre things that incurred to me in the former. Ah! I'm thinking that is this man, Mr. Wrett, able to solve our mystery? will he be triumphed or not? what will happen now? how it will be if I am the next victim of our hound or anyone else in my family??. no....no...I'll find pretty answers. Let's see what is next for us. Let Mr. Wrett unravel our hound.