Detective Carlton seemed animated when I told him I had met The Ripper, and suggested I came with him to the police station to talk to a sketch artist. To much surprise, the sketch turned out to be a spitting image of Nathaniel Bishop.
“This is the breakthrough we have been waiting for,” said Carlton. “Now all we need is a search warrant.”
Back at the PI5 hotel, I helped Simone taking blood samples of Mary and Ramon. A male nurse interrupted me, though, claiming I was draining tissue from Ramon´s kidneys. Preposterous! I am a professor, that is almost the same as a doctor!
Anyhow, we discovered that both agents were full of a black substance after their run in with…something. I´m not sure what they had encountered, Karl mentioned something about rooftops. The black substance needed to be researched, a task I eagerly took upon myself.
The first thing I did was to perform an olfactory test, resulting in severe hallucintations. This gave me an idea, and I made a glass globe filled with black smoke. This could be handy later on, as some kind of knock out gas. Perhaps. Then I progressed to animal experiments after a short trip to a pet store. A rabbit injected with the black liquid became quite agitated, but not much else happened. So I increased the dosage. Again. And again. And again. No change.
During dinner, while eating rabbit stew, me and the other agents agreed to concentrate our efforts on the vials instead. After careful studies, spending vial #1, it was discovered that the vials contained human remains reduced to essential salts. And with the aid of a couple of tablets, it should be possible to rebuild their bodies. And we had 30 vials (well, 29 after spending #1).
I decided to put this knowledge to the test, and performed the scientific experiment according to the instructions. Success! After an hour of scientific chanting the body rebuilt itself. Sadly, the poor individual was deranged beyond all hope, and should have been committed at the asylum. But Karl took it upon himself to execute the patient. What is it with these bloodthirsty agents, really? I fear they are all gradually going mad, some faster than the rest. I MUST keep my sanity amongst these people. Time to up the barbital dosage, it seems.