Hunting Disparager
Posted on Monday, December 17, 2007I know you’ll forgive all the secrecy, but now I can tell you the full story — or at least, as much of it as would be safe for you to know.
We had to enter the cloisters to be certain, and it wasn’t easy to get past the portal-keeper, but we had the code, thanks to our friends back home. Many thanks for your messages of support.
Well? It was the weather-vane that gave us our first clue.
Good God! Parkenstein exclaimed. They’ve swapped it!
What? I demanded.
This cock is ancient!
That’s your own business, I replied with a smirk.
No, you fool, snarled Parkenstein. This is the old weather-cock. The one on the spire is a fake!
The devil you say! I was astonished. But that means we’re looking for …
Exactly, Parkenstein replied. The man we know as Disparager must now be working as an Abba impersonator!
That explained a lot. The strange figure standing in the dimly-lit street …
… the cat on the roof-top …
… a house seemingly abandoned, yet with strange nocturnal movements …
… a place re-born …
It was time to put our heads together. Nothing was as it seemed in this strange, crumbling city …
… this town filled with contradictions …
A town like this, so cold and hard for the weak, yet so beautiful …
… could surely provide a place where one such as Disparager might disappear …
… and so it was, that in the end we combed every sleazy drinking-hole, strip-joint and opium den in this ancient, decrepit, corrupt, yet beautiful city, and at last we found him, listening to a second-rate blues band, still wearing his disguise.
I looked at Parkenstein. Parkenstein looked back at me.
Well? I asked.
Let’s leave the poor devil, said Parkenstein. What further harm can a washed-up Benny-impersonator do?
And so we left him drooling into his beer.
At last, here’s the only known photo of Disparager. Will we regret this? Who can tell?
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Previously
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Despatch #001.7(b)
Despatch #003.17(k)
Final Despatch
Mission Accepted
Despatch (r)273-b.42
Stumble it!
December 17th, 2007
Aha, I think I have it. The photo of the street threw me off for a while cause it looks so much like Tallinn but I didn’t recognise any of the other landmarks. The 3 balled spire gave it away though.
So how were the Latvian women Bock? T’was Riga you were in wasn’t it?
December 18th, 2007
Very clever, Mister McMad … but not clever enough!! Moohahaha!
December 18th, 2007
Beautiful City Riga..
Great Resturaunts and Bars.And amazing architecture ,but the scary Cloakroom attendants in the Museums were ,well Scary..
December 20th, 2007
Middle Europe, somewhere beautiful and in transition. I haven’t a clue but I’d like to visit.