The Lost Crown: A Ghost-Hunting Adventure Part #11

Part 11: Day 3 Part 1: Hunting Treasure

I have to say that if this was my holiday, I'd be having a pretty good time. It's not often you get a better job, stumble upon scads of ghosts, get invited into strangers' homes and lives, and learn how to forage for your lunch, all within 2 days.

Nigel's not satisfied though, not by a long shot. Not while there's TREASURE.

Good morning! It's day three of Nigel's unplanned holiday, and- wait a second, where'd those scissors go? Hmm. Well, let's check on our trusty ghost-hunting technologies.

Hmm.

Oh, ick. Is that what Nigel looks like when he's sleeping?

We head downstairs and, like the previous morning, have had a letterbox delivery.

Say what you will about small-town papers, but whoever runs this one works FAST. We can't have ransacked that place more than a couple of hours ago.

There's another piece of mail, too!

It's so nice that someone cares.

Wait, how does this person know about the nightmare room?

Someone took some of our stuff, too. I have to take the key out of inventory and click it on the door every time I want to come in, is Nigel just leaving the Harbour Cottage front door unlocked? Or... maybe it's someone who has a key? Or... maybe it's.... GHOSTS?!

Let's find our stuff.

Maybe if Nigel was a better ghost investigator he'd have an idea, considering these are two of the building's haunted spots.

Time to head out. Adventure awaits!

Hi Nanny Noah! Nigel doesn't pay enough attention to George. George good dog, good dog George.

Nanny Noah... are you loitering?

Loitering? Me?!

Yes, you! What are you up to?

All will become clear. For now, run along. I believe I saw that Reubans girl heading for the coast path.

Pff, fine! Enjoy your loitering.

Gettin' breakfast!

Piggy time! There's a lot more Lost Cats posters around today, by the way.

I love Cairan, I made a couple trips and brought him a veggie samosa, a spring roll, a slice of chicken and mushroom pie, and a slice of greasy pizza. All just crammed in Nigel's pockets. Pockets he hasn't laundered in days.

Because I can, and because it would take a new player forever to figure out they have to do this in order to advance today past a point, I mosey out to the fields to find that some kind of pink flower has bloomed this morning:

I have Nigel take a photo.

On the way back, let's stop and see how Rhys and Mr. Tibbs are doing, shall we? We do have a mysterious symbol I seem to recall seeing in Celtic Corner....

M-Mr. Tibbs?!?!

Rhys, what's wrong?

It's Mr. Tibbs. He's gone. Taken!

Oh, no. Any ideas?

They say someone's taking 'em.

Who, and why?

I don't know. I'm so worried about him.

I'll keep my eyes open, I promise.

Any more tips on photography?

Ah, still snapping eh?

Trying to. The photos are none too great.

Just try your best. Trust your own eyes.

Looking forward to the Fayre?

Usually, yes. But it won't be the same without Mr. Tibbs.

He'll turn up, I'm sure of it.

Thanks boyo, your words are a comfort.

(The rest of the dialogue is old.)

I'm really upset about Mr. Tibbs. If I were Rhys I wouldn't be open today. I'd be out looking for my cat. How much business does he expect to get in his niche shop on a Sunday? Well, I guess Nigel's here... Rhys did seem pretty interested in Nigel when he first arrived.

Let's check out what we came here for... matching up our ectoplasmic symbol with some pictograms.

I pop in our photos from the museum (Ganwulf's helm, the trilobite, 3 Saxon kings, and crow painting). Hey Rhys, here, take my evidence of breaking into a museum after hours! Say, did you read this morning's paper?

They're great pics! Well done, boyo!

I check the crystal ball...

Huh, I guess this thing shows the past, too? What a piece of junk. >:[

Nanny Noah basically told us to go spy on Lucy already, and because Nigel is such an awesome guy I'm sure we'll have to do so. Might as well get it over with... creep...

But first let's say hi to Morgan.

Can I get some more candles for the cottage?

Certainly, I'll replace them. Gloomy old cottage, isn't it!

I don't want to be alone in the dark.

The missing cats are a worry.

Terrible business. Cats vanishing all over town.

You should keep an eye on your cat, Spivey.

Spivey is still fine, fat and happy by the fire.

I guess Dr. Black has finished his painting because these are here now:

A short trip through a haunted cave, and:

Aha, Martello Tower! And Lucy Reubans. And.... mystery person!

Your get-up isn't exactly convincing, you know.

I do, I promise. But... I know it's not him.

Actually, we spent most of last night together!

Calm down, we only played around.

Look, it's not him, so just leave it!

That sure was a conversation. I liked the part where Nigel and her played around most of last night, eh? ehhh? Anywho, I don't understand why she couldn't have done that in a phone call, since we know she has one (because we watched her through a wall like a creep).

Let's head back to town.

Hey Nanny Noah! Can we chat now? Let's chat.

Still loitering, Nanny Noah?

Oh shush, I'm not loitering.

What do you know about the Saxton Caverns?

Still ghosthunting, Nigel?

Why do you say that?

I think you know.

I saw Lucy, by the Martello Tower.

Aah, helping you find more ghosts no doubt.

Not exactly. She thinks it's all nonsense.

She'll come round. It's proof you need.

I'm working on that.

Doctor Black is an odd character.

He's our modern-day Gurney. A potentially fine painter.

Really? I thought his style lacked colour and depth. (Just talk shit about everybody in town, Nigel.)

Everyone's a critic, it seems.

Can you take a look at this item?

This is why we needed that photo of the pink flowers. Nanny Noah knew what those other flowers were (not surprising, as she has a bunch of flowers outside her house), so maybe she'll know what this one was, too? (She has nothing unique to say about our other items.)

Can you identify this?

Aah, you want information. First, I have something to ask of you.

Fire away.

I've set a Treasure Hunt! For the May Day festival! Five clues, scattered about town. Can you do a 'trial run?'

Yes, I'm sure that's possible.

Excellent! Here's the first clue. Now, this photo of yours.... Lovely! It's a Pasque Flower. Very rare! It only blooms around May Day time. Hmm, you're quite a talent. So, I'm hoping you have fun with my treasure hunt.

Pasque flower, where have we heard that before? Oh well. Who cares about flowers when Nigel can have... TREASURE (hunt)!

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Got it? Okay, carry on.

Looks like some more stuff has arrived, although Station Master hasn't brought that ale back to The Bear yet. I guess there are some things he'll trek across the fens with but not others. There was also a map on a chair that Nigel automatically grabbed:

We can talk to Station Master, but he doesn't have anything new to say.

So, the clue says we should check out the photos, let's do that.

I like how Nanny Noah will tuck a clue behind a photo but not adjust the frame of another.

I hope you don't have to think too hard about this one, either.

Nanny Noah actually wants us to go back to the scene of the crime? Is that wise? B-but.... treasure...

If you recall the Saxton Snappers brochure, this little punk has won the photo contest for the previous 4 years at least. Hey kid, I think they've been giving you the prize out of pity or something. The town bell? Have some originality. You gotta commit some crime if you want to beat ME.

Well.... here goes....

Good afternoon, Mr. Oogle. (Technically it's Professor Oogle.)

Is it? Is it really good, Mr. Danvers?

Is something wrong?

We've had a break-in! Louts, I should imagine. They infiltrated the museum via the storeroom.

Yes... I eh, I read about it... in, in the Saxton Times. (Nigel you little shit)

Who painted the Tree of Crows?

I have theories, but no facts.

I believe it's the work of Nicholas Gurney, shortly before his death. What if Gurney was attempting to hide something within the artwork?

Hide something? Like what?

A clue to the treasure? Perhaps he took his secrets to the grave.

Oh, dear. Still treasure hunting I see.

The Saxton Skeleton is a puzzling affair.

Bizarre, isn't it. The culprit was never caught. Many believe it was one of those foul Ager brothers.

What do you think the victim was looking for?

He was found in the Carrion Woods, on the way to Northfield. Perhaps he was interested in the old mines.

Mines? In the woods?

Yes, the hillside is thought to be riddled with them.

Time for some research, professor.

A keen mind is a strong mind, Mr. Danvers!

And we're in! Man you can just walk all over these small-town folks.

Flutter-bys, eh? Let's poke around....

The clue is attached (somehow) with a bit of wire, which Nigel also grabs.

OK, this one is slightly less obvious, but I hope you can still figure it out. We're not headed there just yet, though, because...

I must "borrow" this telescope... but what about the cameras?

Nigel you huge shit

This puzzle was really funny actually. Ready?

The problem here is the security camera. We know Oogle is watching. What always works on TV? What does Nigel have on hand that could make it so we disable the camera without disabling it?