Date: Saturday, March 14, 1896
Location: Ealing, West London

It was without warning that I received notice of Mrs. Marshmoor’s illness less than two weeks before she passed from this life.

Mrs. Marshmoor’s bearing of a child had developed a number of complications (I shall not impart the details for it is irrelevant to this account). It was late into her term and it was without question that both she and the unborn would most likely perish during the labour. I should point out that at this time I had very little in the way of communication with Mrs. Marshmoor, being a long time acquaintance of her husband, Abelard Marshmoor (a man whom I have found to possess utmost integrity despite a position in local government).

The notice of Mrs. Marshmoor’s imminent departure was accompanied by an intriguing post script:

P.S. It is beyond all belief and understanding and all that is known within the world, but for the past ten days Florence has on occasion been visited by Reginald, a trusted Irish Wolfhound whom we lost not six weeks past. I have seen the dear animal myself sitting at my wife’s side and offering her comfort through his presence. I do not know what to make of it.

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Dear reader,

The investigation of ghosts - and all matters paranormal - is my passion. For twelve years or more I have sought the secret to understanding the nature of what so many spiritualists call the other planes of existence, and yet they escape me.

Now, with the aid of your technology and the Watson Tempographicator, I am able to reach across the years to discover the truth of my time in the stories of yours.

Through your stories and accounts I hope to grasp a greater understanding of what drives us mortals to reach out to the departed and them to, apparently, reach back to us.

Sincerely, 

Dr. M. Keynes