Curator’s note: the rest of this and other coded entries by Mr. O’Flaherty will be, mercifully, transcribed.
2 August 1870
I have found out that Miss Whitnell and other of the magic folk make coded personal journals. Perhaps doing clever things like keeping my own journal will help, along with my proper manners and good looks, to help me ascend to a higher level of respectability. I hope that no one who might stumble upon this knows this particular one from the Union Army in the recent unpleasantness from my country.
I will try to make certain that I record important recent events.
Got a job bodyguarding Dr. Wilson aka Kid Rocket. Because of this, my name is back in penny rags. Back to using ugly picture of me on covers as well.
Work has me tied to a large odd group which includes gentry. Stopped a kidnapping or two. Stopped a Demon that made people sing and dance. Evil, evil demon.
Between these times, I spend long hours watching Wilson tinkering in his lab. One of his partners is a little jumpy, but is fun to converse with. He knows a lot of good information about international affairs. Usually Wilson is working on developing of perfecting Dr. Wilson’s
Curator’s note: following word untranscribed
Oulddosomethingcompletelyuselessbutactuallyblowslargeinattentivebodyguardstokingdomcomeshay
patent pending.
Lots of good fights, none of them for pay though.
The group now seems concerned with tracking a stone animal when they already have one perfectly good one. There is likely some magic significance to this, but it hasn’t been clearly explained to me. Need to continue studying this magic business. I think this will also aid my respectability.
Saw some former performing associates and competitors over here. Stinky is assisting some loud, obnoxious little man named Dr. Fate. Think they both blew up. Saw the big lummox McThorne here, too. Tied up with some nasty people and ended up getting kilt. He didn’t realize it and we had to do it again.
I think I had a bad dream, really vivid though. McThorne was actually tolerable and helpful. Death rather suits him, perhaps.
Most recently:
Visited Berlin. Got chased out by Coppers again. I don’t think it was the same ones.
Got into another fight on the train. Nearly got myself a flying machine, but it was rocket powered.
Proceed to Difficult things
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