Before Arkham's business
Born in Lowell in 1892, the youngest of nine. He survived the Halifax explosion in 1917. Has worked as a typesetter for 1 year, and knows what the paper nearly printed.
Nervous, nosy and credulous, with a quiet, private sense of the absurd. He talks to everyone, including dogs. He is frightened of most things and goes anyway. He will not leave anyone behind.
Afraid of
mirrors at night · crowds
Believes
There's an explanation for everything, if you can stand to hear it.
From the journal
Talked to Eleanor about it. Helped. I had the right of it last week regarding the talk about Warehouse No. 7 — Order Meeting Place. Eleanor: reliable. Morning soon.
The streets were empty tonight, and I was not the only one hurrying.
I am not going back to Warehouse No. 7 — the Stair Below. I have decided.
Wasn't mistaken about the talk about Warehouse No. 7 — Order Meeting Place on Sunday, after all. Hands unsteady this morning. I will take the long way round Warehouse No. 7 — the Stair Below, whatever anyone says. Work early.
Read the Gazette in bed, which I have been told not to do. There was a piece — "Old Secrets at Warehouse No. 7 — the Stair Below". Just as I wrote on Sunday. the talk about Warehouse No. 7 — Order Meeting Place proved it. An unwholesome gathering of clerks down at the apothecary.
Eleanor understands. Glad I spoke. Hate to be right about the talk about Warehouse No. 7 — Order Meeting Place, but I was right on Sunday. Walked Eleanor home. That's all.