[A voice that's somehow both natural and almost a caricature of aristocratic southernness drawls over the comms.]

Cho Edwin Buck. What a name. [There's a spite in his tone that manages to imitate scorn.]

When he told me that's what it was, the time we first spoke, I couldn't imagine why on earth the King in Yellow would- Well. I suppose he isn't that, yet. And he is perhaps not quite as pathetic as I assumed. He's been holding out on me.

[And that's going to be a problem when he gets home.]

No point in pretending I haven't done some reading to catch myself up. Arthur, John. And I suppose-- Jedao and Hakkai as well. I'll take the opportunity to remind you all that killing a guest is probably grounds for, what's the term, demotion? You wouldn't want to disappoint Edwin.