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Sunday 1 March 2015
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The Pigpen code, also known as the Freemason's or Rosicrician cipher, was first used during the 18th century by Freemasons in order for them to communicate with their private messages. As you can see, the alphabet is represented by a series of grids. Let's see if you can figure this code out. The answer will be posted on my next blog. Good luck fellow bloggers!
Jefferson Hope's Story
Jefferson Hope
I, Jefferson Hope, confess that I have killed Enoch Drebber of Salt Lake City, Utah.
It all happened about twenty-one years ago. I was driving some cattle from the Nevada mountains to Salt Lake City. Suddenly, along the road that I was travelling on, a beautiful lady was in great help with her hoarse. As I rushed to attend her need, it was at that moment where I had first met the love of my life, Lucy Ferrier, the daughter of John Ferrier. After that day, I made sure that I would constantly visit her to her place, but one day I had to leave my love for an obligation of mine. I promised Lucy that we would only part for a few months and that we would be wed as soon as I come back. However, while I was away I received shocking news that Lucy was to be married to a Mormon. This was all because of the Mormon commandments that she must follow. The Mormon elder had forbid her request in marrying a Gentile. I rushed back to Salt Lake City on my hoarse and barely made it in time to flee Lucy and John from their community. Only for a while, had my mission in escaping from the Mormons worked. Our provisions were running out quicker then I was expecting so I decided to go hunting for some food. It took me some time to get back to Lucy and John, as I got myself lost through my way. When I returned Lucy and John had disappeared. I tried to looking for them but they were nowhere to be found, until I found something that made me figure that the Mormons had killed John and Kidnapped Lucy. Graved on the ground was a mark that read "John Ferrier, formerly of Salt Lake City, Died August 4th.". I continued my way down the road uneasily, trying to figure out a way to take revenge for separating Lucy and I.
As I slowly walked down the road, I met a Mormon (Cowper is a mutual friend of mine) who told my what had happened with John and Lucy. Lucy had recently been married to Enoch Drebber. With hatred and sorrow I went to where she was, where I could do nothing but watch as she died from a broken heart. As Drebber's other wives were preparing for Lucy's funeral I snuck in and took her wedding ring, and with one last cry, kissed her forehead in goodbye. I was completely filled with anger and desperately wanted revenge, that I attempted to murder Drebber and Strangerson. I promised myself I would not stop until they both pay for what they have done to Lucy and her father. I followed them through America, all the way to Europe. Finally, they both settled in London and I was needing a job to make a living, so I got the job as a taxi driver. It was hard for me to adjust to this type of living but I had to make sure that I would success in my mission.
The first attempt I had was when I tracked them down at a boarding house located in Camberwell, however, It was not possible for me to succeed since they would always stay together. One night, a different taxi cab picked Drebber and Strangerson and brought them to the train station. As they were left at the station I over heard that they would be separating. This was my chance in taking my revenge. What I had with me was a key that opened one of the doors on Brixton Road. The room that the door led from was an abandoned room that was perfect setting for my crime. Right as I found the destination for my murder scene, I waited for Drebber and saw him walking out from a bar where he looked intoxicated. Trying to returned to the boarding house, he was not able to keep his balance and constantly tumbled to his side, which gave me the perfect time to approach him. I brought him to my cab and drove him to the house on Brixton Road. With two bills that I had, one containing poison and the other nothing, I gave Drebber the opportunity to choice which pill to take. I offered this decision to the Lord in determining who would live and die. I'm my luck, Drebber was struck with poison and it was time for me to make my next move. Suddenly, right after I had taken the pill, my nose started to bleed. I wanted to confuses the police men off by writing RACHE, which meant revenge in German, on the wall with my blood. I felt successful with my kill, that I left the house without noticing that I had accidentally left Lucy's ring. I tried to retrieve the ring back but as I got to the house there were already police men there. In order to get the ring I decided to pretended and be drunk, which thankfully managed in getting away. After a few days, I was at the hotel where Strangerson was staying at, and found myself in his room. I attempted in using the pills once more, however Strangerson tried to attack me. I had no choice but to stab him, and that was how Strangerson's life ended.
After the deaths of Drebber and Strangerson, I continued working as a taxi driver. One day a little boy told me that Mr. Sherlock Holmes had asked for a taxi cab at 221B Baker Street. As I got to his room to assist him with his bags, Sherlock got hold of my arms and arrested me. They brought me to the police station and there I told my story in why I had murdered Drebber and Strangerson.
I confess that what I had did was insane, however it is one thing that I will never regret. I have solemnly performed their deaths out of love. I can see from the viewpoint of the public that the cases were evidently murders. But soon they will realize that they too can and will do anything for love.
It all happened about twenty-one years ago. I was driving some cattle from the Nevada mountains to Salt Lake City. Suddenly, along the road that I was travelling on, a beautiful lady was in great help with her hoarse. As I rushed to attend her need, it was at that moment where I had first met the love of my life, Lucy Ferrier, the daughter of John Ferrier. After that day, I made sure that I would constantly visit her to her place, but one day I had to leave my love for an obligation of mine. I promised Lucy that we would only part for a few months and that we would be wed as soon as I come back. However, while I was away I received shocking news that Lucy was to be married to a Mormon. This was all because of the Mormon commandments that she must follow. The Mormon elder had forbid her request in marrying a Gentile. I rushed back to Salt Lake City on my hoarse and barely made it in time to flee Lucy and John from their community. Only for a while, had my mission in escaping from the Mormons worked. Our provisions were running out quicker then I was expecting so I decided to go hunting for some food. It took me some time to get back to Lucy and John, as I got myself lost through my way. When I returned Lucy and John had disappeared. I tried to looking for them but they were nowhere to be found, until I found something that made me figure that the Mormons had killed John and Kidnapped Lucy. Graved on the ground was a mark that read "John Ferrier, formerly of Salt Lake City, Died August 4th.". I continued my way down the road uneasily, trying to figure out a way to take revenge for separating Lucy and I.
As I slowly walked down the road, I met a Mormon (Cowper is a mutual friend of mine) who told my what had happened with John and Lucy. Lucy had recently been married to Enoch Drebber. With hatred and sorrow I went to where she was, where I could do nothing but watch as she died from a broken heart. As Drebber's other wives were preparing for Lucy's funeral I snuck in and took her wedding ring, and with one last cry, kissed her forehead in goodbye. I was completely filled with anger and desperately wanted revenge, that I attempted to murder Drebber and Strangerson. I promised myself I would not stop until they both pay for what they have done to Lucy and her father. I followed them through America, all the way to Europe. Finally, they both settled in London and I was needing a job to make a living, so I got the job as a taxi driver. It was hard for me to adjust to this type of living but I had to make sure that I would success in my mission.
The first attempt I had was when I tracked them down at a boarding house located in Camberwell, however, It was not possible for me to succeed since they would always stay together. One night, a different taxi cab picked Drebber and Strangerson and brought them to the train station. As they were left at the station I over heard that they would be separating. This was my chance in taking my revenge. What I had with me was a key that opened one of the doors on Brixton Road. The room that the door led from was an abandoned room that was perfect setting for my crime. Right as I found the destination for my murder scene, I waited for Drebber and saw him walking out from a bar where he looked intoxicated. Trying to returned to the boarding house, he was not able to keep his balance and constantly tumbled to his side, which gave me the perfect time to approach him. I brought him to my cab and drove him to the house on Brixton Road. With two bills that I had, one containing poison and the other nothing, I gave Drebber the opportunity to choice which pill to take. I offered this decision to the Lord in determining who would live and die. I'm my luck, Drebber was struck with poison and it was time for me to make my next move. Suddenly, right after I had taken the pill, my nose started to bleed. I wanted to confuses the police men off by writing RACHE, which meant revenge in German, on the wall with my blood. I felt successful with my kill, that I left the house without noticing that I had accidentally left Lucy's ring. I tried to retrieve the ring back but as I got to the house there were already police men there. In order to get the ring I decided to pretended and be drunk, which thankfully managed in getting away. After a few days, I was at the hotel where Strangerson was staying at, and found myself in his room. I attempted in using the pills once more, however Strangerson tried to attack me. I had no choice but to stab him, and that was how Strangerson's life ended.
After the deaths of Drebber and Strangerson, I continued working as a taxi driver. One day a little boy told me that Mr. Sherlock Holmes had asked for a taxi cab at 221B Baker Street. As I got to his room to assist him with his bags, Sherlock got hold of my arms and arrested me. They brought me to the police station and there I told my story in why I had murdered Drebber and Strangerson.
I confess that what I had did was insane, however it is one thing that I will never regret. I have solemnly performed their deaths out of love. I can see from the viewpoint of the public that the cases were evidently murders. But soon they will realize that they too can and will do anything for love.
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