A Quiet Terror
An office door opens and a tall, clean shaven man dressed in a finely tailored navy business suit emerges. His hair, once dark, is now liberally streaked with gray. He wears eyeglasses, his blue eyes possessed of a gaze that suggests someone who is perceptive and blessed with a keen intelligence.
”Good morning. I appreciate each you coming today, especially under such unusual circumstances,” he says, smiling warmly, ”I am Declan Brooks.” He shakes the hand of each of his visitors.
”I think we will be most comfortable in the conference room. Please follow me. If anyone would like another cup of coffee, just let Carl know.” He looks to his assistant. ”No calls,” he tells him.
A few watercolor landscapes, featuring forests and rivers, hang on the walls of the conference room, most of the space taken up by a long, polished oak table and several high backed chairs. At the head of the table, where Brooks takes a seat, is a closed manila file folder.
”I hope that no one had difficulty locating the office. Kingsport’s streets are a bit notorious for being confusing to newcomers. Please allow me to apologize for being so cryptic with regard to my request for your attendance. I assure you, there is nothing underhanded going on. It is just imperative that I be somewhat careful with the information I need to share.”
He sighs, frowning. ”I asked each of you here to request your help. Help with a disturbing matter that has most of us here in Kingsport at a loss. It has also caused a considerable amount of fear among the residents here, although most only have a vague idea of the facts involved.”
“On October 20th, a forty two year old bricklayer who is, by all accounts, in perfect health, was suddenly struck blind. He was out fishing at the time and required the help of some men in another nearby boat to safely reach shore. The case was…odd, simply because his physicians were unable to discern the cause of his abrupt loss of vision, finally having to simply attribute it to some medical outlier, perhaps a forgotten defect from the gentleman’s family line.”
“However, five days later, a thirty five year old carpenter suffered the precise same affliction in the middle of his workday. No preceding symptoms of any kind.”
“Since then, two more men have suffered the same fate. An eighteen year old freshman at Miskatonic University who was home to see his family and a fifty one year old loan officer at the First Marine Bank here. All four of the men’s blindness has persisted since it came on, with no improvement in their condition.”
Brooks drums his finger on the table. ”Dr. Matthew Harris, the Chief of Staff at Congregational Hospital, a doctor I’m sure you are acquainted with Miss Pearce, has treated each of these men, but he has sought to be careful about sharing information regarding their condition. Despite his caution, word has spread to some residents of a mysterious illness in Kingsport and many in our city have grown fearful.”
“Dr. Harris, and the other physicians who have consulted on the men’s cases, have been unable to arrive at an explanation for it. Naturally, the first concern was that this was brought on by some kind of infection, but with the assistance of the police, it has been firmly established that none of these men knew one another, nor had they spent any time together.”
The attorney removes his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. ”So we are left with a great, and I daresay, frightening conundrum. As I am certain you can imagine, there is a great deal of ongoing concern regarding who might next be afflicted.”
He spreads his hands. ”And that is why I have asked for your help.
“Dr. Hufnell, you are an esteemed medical researcher. You have achieved great success in a profession that has not always welcomed you and have provided answers to questions that have baffled other doctors for decades.”
“Miss Pearce, you are the most highly regarded nurse at Congregational Hospital. Dr. Harris has told me that your perceptiveness has led to solutions for patients which escaped all of their treating physicians.”
“Mrs. Delaney, you have an uncommonly strong concern for the people of our community and those in Arkham. You have not simply expressed your concerns about some of the glaring deficits in our city, you have taken action to right them, and devoted considerable wealth to make those solutions a reality.”
“Dr. Wilkinson, the faculty at Miskatonic University uniformly agree that you are one of the most gifted historians to ever join their ranks. There are many of us here who have conjectured that this may not be the first time events such as these have occurred in Kingsport. If that is true, you are the kind of talented researcher who could uncover that information.”
Replacing his glasses, he says, ”The city, along with several concerned donors, have authorized me to offer you ample financial compensation for your assistance.”
“I am certain that you have questions.”
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