Distant vibrations and Orphic emanations

Where was I? The Earth has once again (so I am told) circled around our Sun, and I am left here with my story largely untold. I should start again! But unfortunately for several months now I have been locked deep in profound philosophical meditations and have not found time to write in this Book. After my profound discovery, detailed at the end of the last post, I realized rapidly what I would have to do; to visit every tavern and ale-house in the city. Not an entirely difficult proposition I must admit. In each, I descended to the very deepest levels of earth, silver coins in my pocket, and observed the effects on every metallic object on my person, notebook at the ready. Each evening, in my attic flat, serenaded by the distant rumbling of coal-trains heading north, I plotted my measurements on a excellent copy of theobold's 1423 map of the city which I had pinned to my bedroom wall. I dreamed of castles and cathedrals, moats and fortifications, not surprisingly, as I awoke each each morning to see the weak northern light filtering across the jumbled streets of Mr. theobold's famous plan. My labours had determined definitively the contour lines of the radiation which suffused the city. Bien sur, their focal point was the ancient walls of the cathedral. But there was something else -- something amiss. I saw there was a deviation -- a centre, something heavier and deeper which i had not expected. Near the north of the town, far from the old centre. A dark shadow on the convering rays and lines. what did this come from? I would have to investigate. I left my attic lodgings one damp winter's morning, wearing a pair of particularly heavy wellingtom boots, and headed north.