Dear Friend,
22 September 1924
As you know that I am the Department of Archaeology at Miskatonic University in Arkham, Massachusetts and I need your help with a matter regarding a missing mutual friend. This matter is has reached
the point that it can no longer be ignored.
Please meet me at 11 AM on September 24th in my office.
Thank you friends,
Professor Ernest McTavish
A Meeting with Professor McTavish
It is a cold, rainy day in Arkham, and the sky is forebodingly black. Students and faculty members run across the quad
for shelter, using papers and bags as makeshift umbrellas. McTavish’s office is considerably less old-fashioned and
stuffy than newcomers might expect, as is the man himself. The office is airy, and has plain, white walls, with a number
of diplomas and awards hanging in frames. Wooden shelves contain a broad range of archaeological and historical
tomes, including a handful authored or co-authored by McTavish, as well as a number of minor artifacts, mostly
masks, tablets and pottery, from his various expeditions around the Americas. His oaken desk is tidy, with neat piles
of papers arranged with almost geometrical precision. One pile is held in place by a Mexican skull, inlaid with turquoise.