They don't find anything. If the information exists, it might be in the rare book section they don't have access to.

As usual she has no idea how to locate anything in a library.

The Miskatonic Library is broken today.

Anemone is going to fast talk the librarian.

The librarian is not budging. If you are not a researcher with REAL credentials you CANNOT look in the library.

Anemone has him with her! He's an alumnus he is in fact allowed to be here.

Is he allowed to be in the rare book section though. Does he have credentials and a plan for research that he filed with the administration. These books are rare and valuable and they do not let random people off the street at them.

Does he even know which book he is looking for.

Well. Maybe she can come back later with forged credentials and attempt to fast talk a different librarian, but right now they should probably head to Rome.

They stay overnight in Arkham, fly to London, stay overnight in London, fly to Rome, and are there by the morning of the fifteenth.

The bad news is that Bartolo Acuna is in Ethiopia and not his apartment.

Um given that he's a cultist Anemone thinks this is arguably good news.

She is going to break into his apartment.

It is a completely normal and ordinary apartment. 

Huh.

...what if they talk to the university he works for?

Bartolo Acuna teaches at the Sapienza – Università di Roma. They talk to a very unhelpful department secretary who eventually produces Acuna's reports from the 1924 expedition.

September 14, 1924

Director Rossi:

You have asked for a clear accounting of our progress, and although it is tempting to paint a happy face on our experiences in order to reassure you, frankly, I no longer have the stamina for it.

Our progress, in short, is leaden. After our initial success and promising discoveries on the outer walls, our momentum has come to a complete halt. Our supplies have been interrupted time and again, our workers subscribe to an incomprehensible array of holidays on which they will not work, and I am beginning to believe the American, Ayers, is a drug addict. 

In all frankness, it is as though we are cursed by conspiratorial forces acting always beyond our grasp.

That is my accounting of our progress. It is fortunate the Universita is not paying for these efforts.

Yours,

Bartolo Acuna

:(

"It sounds like we should probably follow him to Ethiopia?"

"Assuming we don't want to stop off in Malta while we're around. It's nearby but it sounds scary."

"Wait, what's in Malta?"

"Malta has at least one more outpost of the cult. Also possibly other things but I'm hesitant to poke the cult again this soon, yeah."

We do not want to go to Malta. No more stops. Ethiopia or fucking bust.

"Yeah, I'd just as soon steer clear of them for now."

To Ethiopia! Sorry Frank for all the frequent flying.

They stay over in Rome that night and in the morning do the three-hour trip to Massawa, Ethiopia.

They arrive at an airport about 30 minutes north of Massawa with a single paved runway. The dun-colored terminal blends in with the brown scrub and patchy earth of the wide, flat plains. It's run entirely by Italian colonial forces. There are chartered flights by Ala Littoria (Italian state-owned airline) available, but no civilian service.

As they prepare to leave, they are stopped by the entry inspector.

"Hello," he says, with a thick Italian accent. "You American?"

"We are."