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As he is leaving, Sir Robert tells you that the boy is obsessed with Cornish folktales – and says that the buccas – the hobgoblins of the storm – have been haunting his nightmares. With a rueful smile, the Assistant Commissioner is gone. The game is afoot. | As he is leaving, Sir Robert tells you that the boy is obsessed with Cornish folktales – and says that the buccas – the hobgoblins of the storm – have been haunting his nightmares. With a rueful smile, the Assistant Commissioner is gone. The game is afoot. | ||
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Prologue
28 October 1892. It is a grey, overcast London afternoon when Sir Robert Anderson, the Assistant Commissioner of Crime for Scotland Yard makes an unexpected visit to Baring House. It seems that he is in a tight spot and needs your help. A trifling matter, but when the wellbeing of Queen Victoria’s grandson is at stake…
Anderson gets quickly to the point. There is a tradition amongst the members of the Royal family. Each male member must single-handedly slay a beast during a hunt - a rite of passage to manhood. Usually undertaken as a teen, Arthur Frederick Patrick Albert’s father has decided that his nine-year son should be the youngest Royal to hunt and slay a wild boar.
However, during a consultation with her mystics, the boy’s mother, Princess Louise Margaret of Prussia, is warned that her son will die mysteriously on the trip and, in turn, start a chain of events which will topple the Monarchy. She pleads with her husband to change his mind, but his response is simply, “Poppycock.”
A good mother, forbidden from joining the expedition, she has done what she can. She has rented a private island in Cornwall where there are no wild animals – instead secretly planning to ship several wild boars in for the occasion. She has convinced Queen Victoria of the necessity to use the Royal Train for the trip. She has even turned to Scotland Yard to provide protection – a precaution that her husband has just discovered and disallowed – with less than two hours before the train’s departure!
You look at the itinerary which includes a camping trip to the Ballowall Barrow, a descent under the Atlantic via the Crowns Mine diagonal shaft, and a boat trip through the rocky straights to the Longships Lighthouse. It seems that the All Hallow’s Day Hunt at Old Grimsby on Trescaw Island is the least of your worries.
As he is leaving, Sir Robert tells you that the boy is obsessed with Cornish folktales – and says that the buccas – the hobgoblins of the storm – have been haunting his nightmares. With a rueful smile, the Assistant Commissioner is gone. The game is afoot.