The Book Of Anonymous Chapter 13: Chapter 11: Vessel

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Theology is the effort to explain the unknowable in terms of the not worth knowing .- H. L. Mencken The warden escorted him out of the building, not explaining anything further about what he had said previously. He seemed eager to return to work as he rushed Felix out of the building and hailed a private carriage for him. By now, the sun was already starting to set, the last crimson embers dying out in preparation for the night. Warden Grey had gracefully paid the footman for his carriage, saving him any extra embarrassment after all, he didn't have any money on him when he got chased by Mr Langley's son. Felix sat in the carriage, looking outside at people rushing home from work or packing up their stalls. He was still curious about what the warden meant by his warning on the consortium. Faction rivalry? He would not be too surprised if he found out the consortium was a faction. After all, they were one of the largest monarchy-backed organisations, consisting of three separate tiers: the registry, which handled census, records and registration, the conservatory, which handled ancient preservation and history and the guild of engineering works, which handled everything on machinery. Suddenly, he had another random thought: If the consortium were a faction and he joined the wardens as an auxiliary worker, would that make him a double agent? After all, he technically worked for the conservatory, even if the ancient museum was a small side branch. To be honest, he had his own selfish reasons for wanting to work for the conservatory; they were the first to try and snatch his father's research after the scandal, and he heavily suspected they had something to do with the foul play. If he were to ever get to the bottom of the case from years before, he needed to infiltrate the consortium. The carriage suddenly came to a halt; they were in front of his apartment. He said a quick thank you to the carriage driver and hopped off. An ambulance wagon with the sign Hallow Infirmary was outside the house. The wardens sure work quickly; the wagon was probably for the Langleys. Noticing how dark it had gotten and stormy clouds gathering, he hurried back into his unit. It was definitely about to rain. He didn't want to worry Eleanor about his whereabouts after all, he had been gone for such a long time. He walked up the stairs quickly; the puddles of blood that had led up to the Langleys' unit were long gone. He checked in his left pocket for his keys to open the unit, then remembered he didn't have the keys; he had left them while running in a hurry. Knock. knock. Knock The door to the unit slid open to reveal a worried-looking Eleanor and the smell of broth and boiled potatoes filling the room. Thankfully, she had made dinner, and his stomach was already rumbling from the stress. "The most disastrous thing happened to the Langleys", Eleanor started with a sombre look on his face "Mr Langley had a sudden heart attack. Mrs Burns swore she saw it happen with her own eyes" swore you say. This was his sign to never trust a lonely gossip. Felix feigned surprise as he asked, "I trust they're alright?" Eleanor nodded. "A residential nurse from the infirmary is staying with the couple through the night." Then she turned to him, her expression tightening with mild annoyance. "You left your shirt on the line. It was almost about raining—you could have taken it in before you went." Felix apologised profusely, doing his best to sidestep the sharper edges of her temper before slipping into his room. He changed quickly into something more comfortable so he could enjoy dinner. A full stomach would really be useful for his plan for tonight. After what he witnessed today, he was sure the pocket watch was not simple at all. Tonight, he was going to try to figure out the pocket watch. . . . . . . . . . The room was completely dark with no source of light except the light coming from the window. The walls around the room were unpainted, covered in mould, with the