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The Authentic Eclectic
Statement № 77135
Arkham Police Department May 12th 1923
Yes, yes, I understand, Detective. No, I wish to cooperate entirely, I will hold nothing back. But you must understand that my memory fails me at certain points. I think, I know, that I have experienced a severe shock recently, and some things simply will not allow themselves to be recalled.
You say Adam Whateley is missing? That his clothes were found by the old monument on Masons’ Mount, but there is no body? No, I very much doubt there ever will be. Do I think he is dead? For his sake, I fervently hope so, but I have my doubts! Yes, it is certainly my automobile that was parked by the roadside at the foot of the Mount, and I seem to recall driving us both there three nights ago. But I remember nothing else until I awoke in my cell here this morning.
His friend? Hardly that! Whateley had no friends. Certainly we shared rooms as students, and we were close associates in terms of our work, but there was no warmth or confidentiality between us. Such things were not in Whateleys’ nature.
I met him when we were both students here, at Miskatonic, that would be 1913, ten years ago, now. We both majored in Astronomy and minored in Mathematics, so we shared most of the same classes. Whateley wasn’t so withdrawn and…
