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Atherton’s Artificial Artifact!
Ladies! Don’t Be Shy! Name Your Brand!
Just Tell ’em: Make Mine An Atherton’s!
What is an Atherton’s Artificial Artifact?
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An
Atherton’s Artificial Artifact!
Ladies! Don’t Be Shy! Name Your Brand!
Just Tell ’em: Make Mine An Atherton’s!
What is an Atherton’s Artificial Artifact?
Click Here for a kind of explanation
Dramatis Personae
Annabelle: Sir Adam’s second wife.
Bruce: Sir Adam’s secretary.
Cecil: Sir Adam’s old friend and tenant.
Dr. Daniel: Sir Adam’s friend and physician.
Eli: Engaged to Sir Adam’s daughter Ingrid.
Freddie: Sir Adam’s neighbor.
Gregory: Sir Adam’s brother.
Hattie: Sir Adam’s niece.
Ingrid: Sir Adam’s daughter from his first marriage.
Josephine: Sir Adam’s mistress. Married to Freddie.
Kathy: Sir Adam’s tenant.
Leonard: Sir Adam’s solicitor.
Meghan: Sir Adam’s penniless relative; companion to Annabelle.
Ollie: Sir Adam’s gamekeeper. Also his half-brother.
Polly: Sir Adam’s neighbor. Second victim.
Quinton: The man Sir Adam wanted Ingrid to marry.
Ravi: Sir Adam’s old research partner.
Stella: Sir Adam’s neighbor. A famous mystery writer.
Timothy: Sir Adam’s old friend.
Uncle Ulric: Sir Adam’s uncle. Lived in the Elizabethan wing of Clutterbuck Court.
The Vicar: The Vicar.
Wilhelmina: Sir Adam’s neighbor. An attractive widow.
Xavier: Sir Adam’s cousin.
Yuri: A stranger at the Inn. Has business with Sir Adam.
Zoe: Sir Adam’s neighbor. Obsessed with astrology.
You could listen to me read a piece of spam mail aloud (O, My Viagra, My New-Found-Land!)
You could play a Twine game (The Perils of Sir Reginald, Bart.)
You could look at pictures of me in costumes, or even read the related Edwardian-era mystery novella (Alas!)
You could read Stranded!, a Strand-Magazine-Based form of Illustrated Entertainment (start here with a sort of explanation: Stranded!)
...or you could just sort of explore... there is a lot of material here, and (I think) much of it is Very, Very Good.
Well, it sounds like this Mr Entwhistle was into something very strange indeed.
@JazzFeathers
The Old Shelter – Jazz Age Jazz
Yes, it does, doesn’t it?
My heart is heavy. (You don’t happen to know what became of his…how to put this delicately?…magnificently creative cerebrum and cerebellum, do you?)
I am sorry to have to tell you, my friend, that, subsequent to the body’s strange appearance in the railway car, it vanished again- possibly taken bodily up into Heaven, after some sort of bureaucratic mix-up?