The Journal of Myer Vreeland
March 27, 1892
It has long been a passion of mine to endorse the Fine Arts, and in light of my daughter’s dampened spirits, I hosted a little soirée to lighten this dulled house. One could only imagine how the night would turn though.
The French crew brought in by The New Theatre Comique was fascinating… Gymnasts and jugglers of such skill that it was only with belated realization that I noticed my china had made it into the act. Since the party was for dear Mary, she was in charge of our guest list, and I can only presume that the bulk of our guests were in fact invited by members of the cast, but the numbers were slightly less than I’d originally anticipated.
The party itself was eclipsed, however, by the goings-on afterward. As some of the guests were leaving, they were apparently accosted by a thug lying in ambush. Thank God a member of the New York Police Department was among them. Dr. Sal Tattaglia was able to put the brigand down, and I expect to hear moer on the investigation as to why he lurked outside the estate. In thanks for protecting our home, I gave him my father’s coin. He always said it should always “shield those who shield others.” I can only hope its good fortunes follow him and protect him as he protects others.
Lodge Log, March 28, 1892
David Braham, Magistrate
A Hyde was taken down last night outside the estate of Myer Vreeland. Eyewitness accounts put a second man at the scene, held captive and in transit, wearing a grey suit, Derby hat, roughly 5’6" and 120 lbs. Two letters were found during the scene. The first was dropped by the captive, reading:
Beware the son of two fathers.
The paper is almost as common as the penmanship, lacking both distinction and taste. The scrawl is hurried, and the lines of the paper suggest having been stuffed in a careless pocket.
The second letter was found on the Hyde during collection of its personal effects. Unlike the first, it is sealed with wax, though no emblem or crest adorns it. The words are careful and deliberate, written by a practiced hand, and the letter has been well cared for. Dr. Depadeu is examining the body now as I understand, no doubt comparing notes with our policeman physician, Dr. Tattaglia who was at the scene and immediately took the body for autopsy. We should soon know whether there is truly a new Hyde bloodline on the loose, though the contents of the letter bear further investigation:
Omega arrives tomorrow.
I am assured the biosphere will be finished on time.
All is proceeding to plan.
In the meantime, perhaps our focus in recruiting should aim for more talent like Jo, who managed to fell the beast with two shots from a Derringer. I suspect darker days are yet in store, and we’ll find ourselves in dire need of combat-hardened veterans.