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- The Murder
- in X. Street
-
- We begin this new series of The Oriflamme with a quarterly
- competition. The competition was written by Aleister Crowley in five
- installments, and will continue in the next four issues. To compete,
- read each installment of the story and send in your solution of the
- problems propounded. Each issue, we will announce the winner of the
- previous issue's competition. In the Spring 1987 E.V. we will announce
- the winner of the Grand Prize, to be awarded to the competitor who
- submits the best solutions for all five installments. The Grand Prize
- will be a leather-bound copy of the 93 Publishing limited edition of
- Crowley's classic Leah Sublime, printed on handmade paper, gold
- stamped and with marbled end-papers. Oriflamme staff and their
- offspring cannot possibly compete.--H.B.
-
- PART ONE
-
- Rupert Lascelles has been dining too freely, a fact that accounts for
- his extraordinary mistake about the time. He had steered a fairly
- successful course down the Strand, avoiding the few passengers who
- were still loitering in that never deserted thoroughfare, and now
- paused at the corner of X. Street. Here, seeking support against a
- convenient lamp-post, he fumbled with his watch chain, and at last
- succeeded in snapping open the case of his gold hunter repeater.
-
- At this moment a rough, uncouth man, who had been lurking under the
- shadow of the houses, came across and addressed him:
-
- ``Wot's the time, guv?'' he asked.
-
- ``Pasht two,'' replied Lascelles.
-
- ``Ho! is it?'' said the rough man, making a deft grab at his watch.
- The next moment Lascelles found himself alone.
-
- Now, it appeared afterwards that Lascelles had made a mistake in his
- estimate of the time, since he had mistaken the long and short hands
- of his watch for each other, a mistake which caused him to believe
- that the time was between 55 and 57 minutes later than it actually
- was. (What was the real time?)
-
- For a moment Lascelles was too startled to grasp the fact that he had
- been robbed, then, pulling himself together with an effort, he started
- down X. Street in a belated chase after the pickpocket, who had by
- this time safely made his escape.
-
- At the bottom of the street, however, Lascelles saw two men bending
- over some object on the ground, and, believing that one of them was
- his late assailant, he slowed down and approached them cautiously,
- with the result that he was enabled to overhear the following
- extraordinary conversation which was being held between them:--
-
- Said the first: ``I will take from the red things such as are round.''
-
- ``Very good,'' said the first, ``but, of course, anything that is not
- round, even in your original portion, comes to me.''
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- ``That is hardly fair,'' replied the second. ``If I agree to that you
- must let me have all the red hot round things that are golden.''
-
- ``Done,'' cried the first, ``on condition that you give up from all
- you are at present entitled to everything which is neither silver nor
- gold.''
-
- ``An easy condition,'' said the second, ``for everything I am entitled
- to is silver.''
-
- As they laughed and shook hands on the bargain, Lascelles lurched
- forward: ``Shay, ol' pals,'' he observed, ``what was the swag,
- anyway?''
-
- ``You'd better ask the readers of The Oriflamme,'' replied the
- thieves, making off hurriedly.
-
- At this dramatic moment a series of heart-rending shrieks broke the
- silence of the night, and a book was thrown furiously from an upper
- window.
-
- ``Murder! Murder!'' came the appalling and inhuman yell.
-
- ``Thine hour is come, oh, execrable hag!'' replied a firm but
- courteous voice. ``Thou worthy spouse of Ahab! I am not employed in
- the royal household--far from it! But permit me to take the
- liberty!''--and he plunged her after the book. A grey- headed,
- wizened, monkey-like mass fell upon the pavement with a resounding
- plunk.
-
- ``Life is not extinct,'' exclaimed Lascelles, sober in a moment. Run,
- one of you, and get a word of seven letters which spells the same
- forward and backwards.''
-
- But it was useless. The victim of the dastardly outrage was as dead as
- mutton.
-
- The question then most seriously arose--How dead is mutton? But
- Lascelles easily showed to the satisfaction of the bystanders and Mr.
- Algernon Ashton, that it was as dead as anything can be.
-
- ``Why!'' he said; ``I can easily think of six words implying death or
- burial whose initials form the word `mutton.'''
-
- With a muttered curse, Robert Caldwell slunk away!
-
- What six words can you suggest?