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Sleuth Home - Detective Sir Eduard Langston
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Detective BiographyMother was a servant in attendance at Buckingham Palace during the air raid which destroyed the chapel. Father was in the R.A.F. during the time and had flown a few missions in the B-24 Liberator. It was after that he decided to follow the plane itself to the U.S. and joined in the Ploesti campaign. He barely survived the battle and made his way to Beghazi, taken in by a family, who had also rescued a toddler who had been kidnapped by thugs (the real parents unknown). For some reason, I was in awe of this staunch but injured man. As time went by, he became like a father to me. Actually he did! He adopted me and when he returned to his unit in the U.S., sent me to live with my new mother in England. I was tutored by the finest in their field, while my mother was in attendance to the Queen Mother in those days. The very thought of a throwback controversy, should I attend regular schooling and possible scandal, made that mandatory. During my free time I sauntered the servant’s passageways on imaginary adventures. Father never came home and I never new why, except that mother wept at times holding his picture at her bosom. When I grew older I was sent to Eton for University and upon return, found myself quite bored hanging around the palace like some stray mutt, although everyone was congenial, it seemed a bit put-on. Returning to explore the passageways as I did in youth, I quietly opened the normally guarded and secure door which lead to the room where the Crown Jewels were secreted. I was struck by the gall of the guard in my sight, with a slight of hand, exchange a glass bauble identical to a particular jewel, which he slipped into his pocket and walked away as though nothing had happened. There was no other recourse than to bound after him, throw him to the floor and disengage the thief. Of course the scuffle drew the attention of other attendants and guards, who questioned why I had attacked this man! I pulled him to his feet and removed the jewel from his pocket for all to see. Life went on as usual: the hunts, cricket, late night parties. Still I felt an empty, unrealised purpose. I decided then I would go to America to find my father, unknowing that a few days later I received notice of preparations to receive the Knight Batchelor title for saving the jewel. And now, I am Sir. But New York was not to be kept waiting. When I arrived, word scattered of my retrieval of the jewel and people came to me for help with matters of private concerns. I am now amongst others in a community of sleuths. I never found my adoptive father nor what became of him, but I will …one day. |
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Music Teacher (New York) Arch Villains
Magistrate Cruella Chandler
Kaihan "the Cleaner" Corleone
Judge Abdul Musgrave
Dame Caliopa Xylander
Books Collected
The Mysterious Affair at Styles
The Hound of the Baskervilles
A Scandal in Bohemia
Martin Hewitt, Investigator
The Mystery of Marie Roget
The Murders in the Rue Morgue
A History of Indian Philosophy
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