Post by frankthetriviaman on May 29, 2017 0:27:09 GMT -5
In light of the Eye's epilogue to LM 8, and the holes pointed out by Tug, this should meet in the middle and explain everything.
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It was 1942. The prosecution against Dr. Gunther Drugg had been completed, and the prosecutor assigned to the case, Michael Wargrave, was now ready to retire. But before he could begin cleaning out his office, he had an unexpected visitor- Davis Gent from Scotland Yard; the Police Commissioner needed to speak with him.
"But the Drugg case is closed; what is this about?" Wargrave asked.
"There's... something I need you to hold on to" Gent said. Then he took out a small set of papers. Looking over them, the Lawyer, who also dabbled in chemistry on the side in his spare time, despite not understanding the coded language, understood the diagrams enough to know what they were.
"You've got to be kidding me... are these Drugg's notes?" Wargrave asked.
"Not quite. They are a copy of certain formulas. You see, Drugg intended to make a deal with the Blade gang to get a copy of his formulas. In exchange for money and other resources Drugg would have given them a copy of his formulas. But as a fail safe he encoded this copy, but he never made a cipher" Gent explained.
"But, that isn't very many pages; Drugg had more formulas than that" Wargrave pointed out.
"From what we can figure out, this copy was never finished; Drugg only copied a handful of his formulas to this; he was caught before he could finish. But that is not important right now. Wargrave... I need you to hold on to these papers" Gent explained.
"What? But isn't that evidence?" Wargrave asked, confused.
"Yes; but that's the thing. These formulas are too dangerous to ever see the light of day again. We have not found the original copy of Dr. Drugg's notes yet, but this copy, if it falls into the wrong hands will be just as dangerous. Here's what I need you to do- take this, and lock it away for the next few years. Wait until Dr. Drugg fades from public memory, then destroy them. His cocktails have poisoned us long enough, but this is pushing the law as is. That's all you have to do Wargrave; wait a few years, then destroy them" Gent said.
Wargrave thought it over, then nodded. "I understand; I will wait as long as I have to, then I will destroy them" he assured.
When Wargrave returned home, he placed the papers in a desk in his basement. Then, when he got upstairs, he thought about when to destroy them. Eventually, he settled on a day.
"March 10, 1947; a few weeks after my 69th birthday should suffice" he concluded.
And thus it was decided; in a few years, the most dangerous notes in London would burn. Though curiosity is still a thing for a now-retired lawyer, so occasionally he would go to his basement and look them over. Despite not understanding a word of anything, the diagrams, and his basic understanding of chemistry, allowed him just enough knowledge to determine a few things.
"Interesting... these cocktails may only be among his most basic recipes, but they are still dangerous. I am glad they will never see the light of day again" he thought, as yet again, they entered the drawer, and he went back upstairs.
Little did he know, that in just a few years, the secrets of these notes would die with the doctor who created them
......
It was 1942. The prosecution against Dr. Gunther Drugg had been completed, and the prosecutor assigned to the case, Michael Wargrave, was now ready to retire. But before he could begin cleaning out his office, he had an unexpected visitor- Davis Gent from Scotland Yard; the Police Commissioner needed to speak with him.
"But the Drugg case is closed; what is this about?" Wargrave asked.
"There's... something I need you to hold on to" Gent said. Then he took out a small set of papers. Looking over them, the Lawyer, who also dabbled in chemistry on the side in his spare time, despite not understanding the coded language, understood the diagrams enough to know what they were.
"You've got to be kidding me... are these Drugg's notes?" Wargrave asked.
"Not quite. They are a copy of certain formulas. You see, Drugg intended to make a deal with the Blade gang to get a copy of his formulas. In exchange for money and other resources Drugg would have given them a copy of his formulas. But as a fail safe he encoded this copy, but he never made a cipher" Gent explained.
"But, that isn't very many pages; Drugg had more formulas than that" Wargrave pointed out.
"From what we can figure out, this copy was never finished; Drugg only copied a handful of his formulas to this; he was caught before he could finish. But that is not important right now. Wargrave... I need you to hold on to these papers" Gent explained.
"What? But isn't that evidence?" Wargrave asked, confused.
"Yes; but that's the thing. These formulas are too dangerous to ever see the light of day again. We have not found the original copy of Dr. Drugg's notes yet, but this copy, if it falls into the wrong hands will be just as dangerous. Here's what I need you to do- take this, and lock it away for the next few years. Wait until Dr. Drugg fades from public memory, then destroy them. His cocktails have poisoned us long enough, but this is pushing the law as is. That's all you have to do Wargrave; wait a few years, then destroy them" Gent said.
Wargrave thought it over, then nodded. "I understand; I will wait as long as I have to, then I will destroy them" he assured.
When Wargrave returned home, he placed the papers in a desk in his basement. Then, when he got upstairs, he thought about when to destroy them. Eventually, he settled on a day.
"March 10, 1947; a few weeks after my 69th birthday should suffice" he concluded.
And thus it was decided; in a few years, the most dangerous notes in London would burn. Though curiosity is still a thing for a now-retired lawyer, so occasionally he would go to his basement and look them over. Despite not understanding a word of anything, the diagrams, and his basic understanding of chemistry, allowed him just enough knowledge to determine a few things.
"Interesting... these cocktails may only be among his most basic recipes, but they are still dangerous. I am glad they will never see the light of day again" he thought, as yet again, they entered the drawer, and he went back upstairs.
Little did he know, that in just a few years, the secrets of these notes would die with the doctor who created them