Hello all. Johnathan here, back in Canada and fortified with a Thanksgiving meal of my own devising. My system seems to be in slight shock over the prospect of not eating at a restaurant for the first time in literally one week, but I'm confident that the wholesome foodstuffs will prevail.

As mentioned in my last post, I headed back to the British Museum one last time on Saturday night, long after it closed. You see, while admiring the treasures of Sutton Hoo earlier that day, I had espied one Johnny Spectacles, acting suspicious among the antiquities. I trailed him to the Assyrian exhibit, where he made a mysterious exit under the cover of a winged lion. My curiosity was piqued: after all, Spectacles was supposed to be aiding John Thane in investigating a rash of burglaries in an entirely different part of the city. I resolved to investigate further.

Upon my return, a shocking discovery! First, Johnny Spectacles was deep in conversation with none other than the Ghost of Darwin! Second, through snatches of conversation I was able to ascertain that Johnny Spectacles was not in fact the other-dimensional twin of John Thane but an artificially-evolved rattus norvegicus, created as part of one of that bearded fiend's unfathomable long-range schemes, one that was coming to fruition at that very moment! What's more, they had John Thane trapped in the bounds of a mystical tetrahedron, no doubt to be messily destroyed at some later date.

I'll spare you the details and nitpickery, but suffice to say that together with a freed John Thane I managed to foil Darwin, plus I got to fight some mummies! Well, I think that they were actually some sort of bandage-dwelling fungus that Darwin had spot-evolved to lurch around and attack us, but the point is that I fought mummies in the British Museum, and that's a memory that will last forever.