Background info for George and Basil

Pain.

Intense Pain.

How the d*vil did I get here you think.

Everything seems very faint, but a few memories start to form, and slowly a picture 
begins to form.

Was it the Giant Rat of Sumatra? No, Rathbone and yourself were a bit busy to take 
that on so Mr Holmes in Baker Street offered to help you out.

The Baskerville case? No, that was Holmes as well.

The Five Orange Pips perhaps.????

Hmmm. Holmes again.

You wonder if perhaps a few too many clients are bypassing you in favour of Mr Holmes
and perhaps business might pick up a bit if only Rathbone would.well.try and deal with
his little problem.

The Maitland case.

Yes! That was it. Dr Christopher Maitland's stolen antiquities. It appeared to be a 
straightforward enough case. Dr Maitland himself voiced suspicions about an old rival
of his, Sir Matthew Phillips. That complicated things somewhat, Phillips was a well 
respected man about town. Still, all the evidence did seem to point to him. 

Only one thing to be done then. Break into Sir Matthew's London home whilst he was 
away.and so you discovered a hidden chamber beneath the streets of the capital.

A quick survey revealed the books and sculptures belonging to Dr Maitland, amongst a 
veritable horde of antique treasures. Hmmm, Sir Matthew had been busy in adding to his 
collection. 

Rathbone nodded appreciatively as he surveyed the chamber. Then his eye came to rest 
on a small crystal, no more than two inches across, which radiated a faint blue glow.
Rathbone idly picked it up, tossed it in the air and caught it with his other hand.

The crystal glowed a little brighter.

`I say old chap.', you ventured.
`Yes, George?'
`Uh, are you really sure you ought to have done that?'

.the crystal continued to glow brighter still.

`Hmmm, perhaps not old boy. Still, too late now.'
`Quite.'

.the glare from the crystal was now becoming painfull.

`Righty-ho then. Shall we.'
`Run, you mean?'
`Run! Yes, absolutely!'
`Run!!!!'

As you turn for the exit, the room suddenly disappears in a blaze of white light.
a moment of dizziness, and then the sight of three silhouettes.two human figures.and 
something else.perhaps a child, but horribly emaciated, steadily approaching.but 
perhaps only an illusion.

And now you become aware of lying on a cold, hard surface.the pain in your head 
recedes somewhat.

You open your eyes.