Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 47

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 47

…You seem to have trouble finding reliable human souls to aid our cause…

“The job is done, master.”

Pentateuch, a dark figure with a frothing glow, listens intently to an underling in the form of a mere human being, “You did not take his life did you? We do not want the Divine One to react with wrath,” he speaks from a building in somewhere in the ancient city of Rome.

There is more than a modicum of deference in the deep reverberating voice from up high on his golden throne. He fiddles with miniature gold figurines on the shiny surface of a silvery chess board. The one in his grip is taken away from the three tall stacks, while the others are shifted to new positions. There is one figure to the side of the board, lying on its side with a gold thread tied around the neck.

“The man known as Willard Libby, enemy of the darkness, has had his memories taken from him. He lives, but will not be damaging the ‘Great Deception’.”

“The Great Deception was going so well until he had discovered the lie behind the secret.” Pentateuch speaks with vigilance about his proud pet project. For as long as mankind has looked up at the stars in wonder, did he plot and scheme to keep them in the dark about its true age and his relationship to its creator.

“You best be correct about this, Canisso. You seem to have trouble finding reliable human souls to aid our cause, like those two fools who could not handle one flawed female threat.”

“Fanny Renwick was a mistake. They were told to grab Constance Caraway,” Canisso, an agent of darkness in human form, recounts the recent undesired turn in events. “We must neutralize that female Constance; she is a rose, armed with a poison thorn.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 44

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 44

…We have a Mr. Steinberg on the line wanting information on an unknown mental patient of his…

The news on the other “good guy” at the Tolentine Summit turns out to be the opposite of fruitful. Fruitless best describes the result of the attempt to speak with Ernesto Pacelli. The word from Italy is that the Pope’s emissary was found hanging his quarters at a Rome hostel, one day after returning from the States.

“Suicide? That is about as coincidental as Fanny’s abduction.” Martin’s assessment matches Constance’s conspiracy theory, as well as statistical coincidence.

“If the conspirators are taking out the ancillary participants, what are their plans for Willard Libby?”

“Am I ancillary Connie? I need a dictionary to know where I stand.” Fanny Renwick, in moments of insecurity, will verbally test her partner, as it applies to her commitment to “them” as a couple.

“Come on Fanny, you know what I mean. That Pacelli guy was a mouthpiece for the Roman Catholic Church… not the Pope, not even…,” she remembers something else, “…we’ve completely forgotten about Cardinal Stritch, he was a late arriver to Tolentine,” she refers to that entrance as described by Sister Mary Joseph. “He is the Archbishop of the Chicago Diocese, a pretty big local fish in his own right!”

Before she can pick up the phone to dial the University switchboard and get the Cardinal’s number, the black desk phone rings proactively. She instinctively backs away, deferring to the man of the house.

“Martin Kamen,” he states with assertion.

“This is Mildred at the phone hub, Professor Kamen. We have a Mr. Steinberg on the line wanting information on an unknown mental patient of his, a man who keeps referring to the University.”

“Indeed,” he covers the phone with his palm. “I think someone may be calling about Will!”

“Take the call, I’ll jump on the extension,” she runs up the stairs, excited about the only outside reference about the man since they came to Chicago, almost a week ago.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 43

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 43

…Conspiracy was the one word that Constance was hoping (expecting) to hear…

…Billy Graham’s case for Creation Part 3…

“Okay, I understand that Adam and Eve thing,” Constance wants to expand the conversation to a wider topic, “but what about things like the Grand Canyon; my father took us on vacation there and frankly it must have taken millions of years for the Colorado Rivers to go a mile deep into the desert.”

“Darlin’ girl you raise that age old argument. I believe Msgr. Georges Lemaitre said, If the world has begun with a single quantum, the notions of space and time would altogether fail to have any meaning at the beginning; they would only begin to have a sensible meaning when the original quantum had been divided into a sufficient number of quanta. If this suggestion is correct, the beginning of the world happened a little before the beginning of space and time.’

“You can already see the confusion in the scientific community. When you throw in some clever bloke like Fred Hoyle calling it “The Big Bang” and off we go into the nonsense of mans’ imagination.

“But God is not fiction and when he created His Universe, he built an aged look into it. Just like Adam and Eve were not created babies, the Garden of Eden and the planet Earth and the Universe appear to have been around for billions of years; convenient thoughts that wash God away from the canvas, the signature of the original artist.”

“I was curious to what Libby’s plans were, or did he just not say,” Constance is refining the order of events that led to his missing-ness.

“You must know that the man seemed to be carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He knew he was going to alienate some people when he went public with this information of his. He did intimate that he had proof of a grand conspiracy to keep the general public from ever knowing the truth.

“I must say that the man has the courage of conviction to carry this exposé forward.”

Conspiracy was the one word that Constance was hoping (expecting) to hear.

“Would you do us a favor, Mr. Graham, if you come upon anything new, would you please ring us up?” Constance gives him the newly secure telephone number at Kamen’s residence.

“I will do Miss Caraway and I pray that Libby’s whereabouts are revealed to you. May he be in good health and Father, allow this man to bring the light of truth to a misinformed world,” Graham’s lips to God’s ear.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 39

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 39

…In fiction,V. Wolfgram is a lieutenant of Mephistopheles, an agent of the Devil …

Mesphistopheles

Meanwhile, in the cloistered world of the University Library, Martin and Fanny are buried in books. There is nothing like a good old fashioned working over of the Dewey Decimal System. Martin has assigned Fanny a list of authors and books that keeps her hustling between the fifty foot mahogany table they are using and the extensive card catalogue and its 100 meticulously ordered drawers.

“Not another one?!” Fanny is working her namesake off. “Johann Wolfgang von Goethe? Now that’s a doozy!”

“Try 89_.2__G___f1808….lit-goethe-faust-1808.”

“You are incredible, Martin,” she tells him, having cross-referenced that general number to Faust, I, 1. 1700.  She plops the heavy volume down with a thud, “Constance is probably hiding behind some fake tree in that skyscraper; while I’m being worked like a rented mule.”

“Well Fanny, you are rented, we both are sort of,” Constance states, appearing on the scene.

“You’re back!”

“And not without a story of my own,” she looks over to Eddie who just shakes his head up, down and side to side. “What have you two bookworms found?”

“As I had suspected the name of Wolfgram is a bit player found in this version of Doctor Faustus.” Martin is in his element.

“Faust sold his soul to the Devil didn’t he?”

“Yes he did, but the Devil always has a representative of his to do the dirty work.”

“Are you telling me that you think Satan has something to do with this case?” Constance reluctantly buys into the notion.

“I have been attempting to make the connection between the men who were down there at Tolentine. Unexpectedly, Vincent Wolfgram does not exist on any official document I can find.

“So, I turn to fiction; V. Wolfgram is a lieutenant of Mephistopheles, the agent of the Devil who serves Faust in his quest for extra-earthly pleasure,” Martin summarizes.

“Then why did Billy Graham, Libby and that pope guy allow him at the meeting?” Fanny sees logic leaving the room.

“Good question, but they may have been under the impression that Wolfgram was some sort of government official connected to Argonne. Maybe he was part of the Manhattan Project and Will (Libby) somehow trusted him, I don’t know.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 33

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 33

…A simple 2×3.5” handout gives them their first truly tangible clue…

The good news: Fanny is set free. The bad news: her hands are tied and they have pushed Schneiderher out of the car, somewhere near a rail yard. She is tossed into the heart of Midwest industrialization; factories, diesel powered trains and trucks. Needless to say, she sticks out, a Florence Nightingale in a Rosie the Riveter world.

As luck would have it, she is picked by Schneider Transportation truck driver within ten minutes. He questions not, her bound hands and rumpled appearance, “I’m headed to Wisconsin,” she is told.

“I’m taking Halsted all the way back into the city. I bet those guys are headed for the Loop,” Eddie advises. The Loop is what makes Chicago industry tick.

“Just get us back in one piece. We now have two missing people to locate.” Constance has learned to act in a calculated manner, unlike her spontaneous friend whom they now must add to their to-do list. “This is getting harder to figure out by the minute.”

“Well I found out how to get into this attaché.” Martin delivers the first of a series of fortune reversals. There was also some meaty paperwork tucked into a hidden compartment in this “cold war” era design. “There is a business card in here:”

The simple 2×3.5” handout gives them their first truly tangible clue.

“Agnostica? That implies that they do not believe “in” God or “a” God.”

agnostic

aɡˈnästik/

noun

 1. a person who believes that nothing is known or can be known of the existence or nature of God or of anything beyond material phenomena; a person who claims neither faith nor disbelief in God.

“That certainly is consistent with the religious theme we keep running into,” they continue to stumble upon more clues with each passing pothole littered on their path back through the Chicago South Shore. This briefcase is a huge coup.

“There is a list of names in here… and my name is on it.” Martin Kamen swallows hard upon seeing his name right below Willard Libby while above Fermi and Sam Ruben.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 32

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 32

…“Who says we’re not working for ourselves, isn’t that right, Bing Crosby…

“Do you know who you’ve kidnapped?” a shrewd Fanny asks.

The two men in the front seat seem not to care who she is.

“Some wacky redhead?” guesses number one thug. “Are you packin’ heat.?”

“Maybe and My name is Mary Pickford.”

“Eating at a White Castle, right… And we’re movie stars too,” cracks brute number two.

Obviously the men, who have taken Fanny, are just following orders. Maybe she can play them.

“I know the name of your boss.”

“Who says we’re not working for ourselves, isn’t that right, Bing Crosby?”

“That’s right, Gene Kelly,” says the driver.

“You guys are Hi-larious,” she answers back.

“Who are we working for Miss Pickford, I mean Miss Caraway?” they taunt.

They’ve got the wrong girl, but Fanny strings them along, needing to make her response count, while trying to recall a name she picked up on three hours ago at Tolentine, “Vincent, yes you are associates of Mr. Vincent.”

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They look at each with vacated expressions.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Again there is stunned silence.

“My people are coming for me.”

“Do we look worried Miss Caraway?”

She shows them her Visitors badge, stuck to her sweater. It reads “Renwick”.

“This ain’t the Caraway broad, stupid!”

The black Cadillac pulls up to the first telephone booth they see. “Bing” drops in a single dime, confirming that it is indeed a local call. His demonstrative actions indicate frustration. He returns to the passenger side telling his mate, “O’Malley’s Garage on Western,” turning to their snatch, “tell us what you did with the bag, whoever you are.”

“You guys don’t have a clue, do you?” She can play dumb too.

“The briefcase you took from the convent, Red, where is it?”

She holds out her empty and bound hands.

“Stop the car.”

Better listen to him Bing. You and Mr. Kelly are in way over your heads. The coppers will be looking for you.”

“Get out, now! You ain’t worth the trouble.”

Fanny is unceremoniously kicked to the curb

Crosby blares at Kelly, “We grabbed the wrong dame!


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 27

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 27

…very famous – very nice gentlemen… and 3 others; spent two days, three nights in Holy seclusion…

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“That is I, Mary Joseph Franks, of the Holy Mothers of Augustinians… Willard Libby is my sister’s boy.”

“Knock me over with a feather.”

“I am the Director of Retreats.”

“Retreats? We were under the impression that your—nephew—came to Sunday mass prayer and fastinghere.”

“Oh no, we are not a functioning place of worship. People come here to fast and pray, get closer to Our Lord Jesus.” Mary Joseph is serious about the mission of this Augustinian Order.

“By the way, these are my colleagues, Miss Fanny and Mr. Martin Kamen of the University of Chicago.” They bow in turn. Sister Franks gives the ecumenical sign of peace. “What was Willard Libby doing here the week of December 3rd?”

The erstwhile nun is busy paging through a 24 inch square registration tablet.

“He was retreating with a Mr.(Enrico) Fermi and a Mr.(Billy) Graham, very famous – very nice gentlemen… and 3 others; spent two days, three nights in Holy seclusion.” She was guessing about that last conclusion.

“One other of them gave me the willies, Wolfgram, Vincent Wolfgram was his name. There was a coldness about him, flashed an official looking badge in my face, did not stay overnight and refused to sign the guestbook.” That she would not think well of every soul that passed through the doors of this sprawling estate is surprising.

“Oh my, how can I forget, my word… and they were joined by Cardinal Stritch, the Archbishop of Chicago, I have heard many wonderful things about him… and the fifth man was an emissary from The Vatican, yes, Ernesto Pacelli. We were so honored to have them here.”

“Did Willard tell you why they chose Tolentine to meet?”

“He did mention something about a message from the Holy Father. Can you imagine my nephew and Pope Pius?”

The CCPI band of investigators is taken to the south wing of Tolentine, where the men in question spent the majority of their time.

Trying to do her best not to raise suspicion, Constance appears to wander aimlessly through the halls, looking for tangible clues left behind by the men. She checks all the waste baskets she can find, not exactly an ordinary thing to do.


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