I don’t know where to begin with telling you everything that has happened here; you probably wouldn’t even believe most of it. The most important thing is this though: Elizabeth Pierce is dead. She had been acting strange and was late to a meeting with all of us, so Thomas and I went up to her room to check on her. What we found was…I shiver to think of it. Men in strange headdresses, smoke that hid…something…undefinable, and Elizabeth on the bed, bloody and unconscious. Thomas and I tried to get to her, but two of the men attacked us, and before we could get to her, the third man drove a dagger into her heart.
There was nothing I could do. She was just gone.
I won’t tell you more than that in case this letter falls into the wrong hands. I begin to imagine foes in the shadows everywhere I look.
I’ve asked the Major to fix me up with a stouter weapon than my Derringers so rest assured that I’m taking care of myself, but I do need to ask you for help with a delicate matter. There is a book, the Liber Ivonis, that was purchased by an Englishman at an auction in Providence, Rhode Island in 1923 for $18,420. I don’t know any more, and I know this doesn’t give you much to go on, but I think this book might be tied up in everything else that’s going on. Could you ask around, discreetly, and see if you get any clues as to who bought the book and where it is now? If you could find out anything else about the contents of the book itself, then I would love to know that as well.
But please, be careful! I know you never thought you would hear those words from me, but we are set against a group of strange and frightful men. They have already killed several times—more than just Elizabeth. I would never forgive myself if any harm befell you.
Love and kisses,
January 25, 1925