Dear Wilbur,
It has been three long months since I first wrote you about Watford's sad predicament, and oh how I have longed for your company during this time. We remain on Rapa Nui, and I am seldom these days found beyond the close confines of the Club. Sir Terry has been a great stalwart over this time, and has helped keep my spirits aloft with his tales of his travels in Southern Sawachuanaland during the Mahokihoki uprising of 1874-75.
Your friend, Captain Sir Risticus Geppering-Barclay returned last month, so gold and gem encrusted that I was surprised he did not sink the ship he arrived on. Apparently he has been exploring the seas to the south of here, and has had the, you might say, honour of being deified by the nearby Maunchmaunch islanders. He is to return there in six moons to participate in the ceremony that officially apotheosizes him, and at that point he will apparently be ensconced in the mausoleum like structure that was built for the purpose some centuries ago.
I mentioned that it sounded a rather uncomfortable arrangement, and that I could scarce imagine spending the rest of my days in so unwelcoming a structure as a mausoleum. However the good Captain assures me that the building is well ventilated with many rooms, and that he has requested that his cousin, Lady Felicity Smattering-Barclay, a lady with refined aesthetic sensibilities, make her way here posthaste with a selection soft furnishings.
Now regarding Watty... The metaphysician and psychobabulist arrived within days of each other in late September. While the metaphysician, one Clinton Court-Knotley, clearly knows his stuff and is a most capital fellow, the German psychobabulist proved to be something of a charlatan, speaking all kinds of tarradiddle about the conscious and unconscious mind and 'dream-states', and the likelihood that Watty is trapped within some kind of inner world.
Court-Knotley quickly set him straight and explained that clearly Watty was trapped in some kind of other world, experiencing who knows what kinds of horror or bliss while his poor body has been left behind to waste away before our eyes. We sent Doktor Guttenhausenschtein on his way by the next dirigible, and while dear Court-Knotley was sadly unable to affect any change upon Watty's person, I have convinced him to remain a time, as he is simply such blasted good company!
We now anxiously await the arrival of Les Soeurs Dépaysées, and I thank you heartily for your assistance in contacting these talented although elusive ladies.
With ever fond regards, in darkness and in light,
Cedric
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