Vamplock Tombs And The Adventure Of Greycrypt Towers

I was brewing a pot of mustywood tea when Tombs suddenly exclaimed, "Ah, at last it is lifting." I peered out the window and saw that the fog had indeed begun to dissipate. The street below quickly filled with the clamor of people finally able to move about freely. Within minutes, Mrs. Boneson, our venerable landlady, clomped up the stairs, carrying both the late morning paper and the on-time afternoon edition. Tombs accepted them and scanned the headlines. Both versions bore the same alarming headline: "Murder in Greycrypt Towers."