The Curse Of Nineveh
Lord Howard Brightman (Deceased)
Deceased Member of the Wentworth Club
Lord Howard Brightman was a keen historian and collector of eastern antiquities. A man of action as well as a scholar and a veteran of of many exotic travels and archaeological digs.
In recent years, apparently after a dig in Iraq at the end of the last decade, he became reclusive, avoiding society and rarely leaving his house, believing himself to be cursed. On 24th June he was murdered in his home, his funeral dinner at the Wentworth Club held on 9th July.
Theodore Rayburn-Price told the following story…
_"After Brightman had returned from Iraq and the Nineveh dig, but before he had totally gone into seclusion. He had invited me and Bluffstone round to show off some of the things he had… let’s just say acquired… from his time in Iraq. We spent a delightful evening looking over old relics and listening to Brightman’s exploits when things turned to a darker vein. As the moonlight crept in through the windows, Brightman turned quite sombre as he opened a box containing the last artefact he wanted to show us. It was a dark thing indeed. A twisted statuette of the god Nabu, carved by some long dead Assyrian who most certainly must have been insane! Unlike other representations of the god, this one was wrong somehow. An evil looking thing… It was then that Brightman told us how it had come to be in his possession. Apparently, one night he couldn’t sleep and had been walking around the dig site when he chanced upon one of the locals in the act of stealing that very statuette.
An altercation ensued and without warning the local pulled a hideous looking knife upon Brightman. Fearful of his throat being slit, Brightman drew out his pistol and shot the thief dead. Yet as he lay dying, the thief grabbed Brightman’s hand and thrust the statuette into it, saying, ‘Take it! Take it and may the Curse of Nabu make you sleep no more.’ Now Brightman was not a man to be easily shaken, yet when he told us this tale his eyes were filled with horror and the very joy of life seemed to diminish from him. For he told us that since that fateful night he had been unable to find restful sleep and believed the curse to be true.”