Emma Holloway - A Study in Ashes

That was too vague for Poppy’s comfort. She cast a last look at her sister’s smooth, serene profile, thanked Miss Barnes—Madam Thalassa—and left. She scampered back to her own room, closed her door as silently as she could, and let out a huge breath. And then wondered what was going to happen. She was almost as worried for the two little toys as for her sister, because whether they volunteered or not, they hadn’t looked at all happy about being sent to who-knew-where.

She crouched by the doorway, listening until she heard Imogen’s door close again. Then she ran to her window and watched until she saw Miss Barnes’s straight-backed form leave through the side gate the servants used and march down the street, disappearing quickly into the falling darkness. Relief robbed Poppy’s limbs of strength, and she slumped onto her window seat. She did a spell right under the Gold King’s nose and got away with it . Even Poppy knew that was insanely risky—and she was more grateful than she could say. She’d make sure everything went right from here. She would do it anyway for her sister, but it was also the best way to honor the medium’s kindness.

And then a movement caught Poppy’s attention. She saw another form leave through the servants’ entrance, wrapped in a billowing coat and carrying a satchel. Tobias! She hadn’t known that he was actually in the house. She’d assumed he’d gone to his own place.

A lump caught in Poppy’s throat. That bag was the one he used whenever he packed in a hurry. He was leaving without saying good-bye. He’d never done that before. This has to be worse than I thought .

Foreboding stilled her thoughts, as if she couldn’t bear to keep going. She raised her hands to the glass, blotting out the image of her brother walking away and leaving her without a word of explanation.

Then Poppy heard a woman crying, and realized it had to be Alice.

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IMOGEN SAT HIGH in the workings of the clock, balanced on the metal rail that formed part of the wheel of the zodiac. Her feet dangled over a lot of nothingness and a cushion would have been nice, but it had rapidly become her favorite spot. She had a good view of everything and there were no moving parts that required her to duck.

She squinted, sure she saw a glimmer of yellowish light slipping between the gears. One hand on a crossbar above her, she leaned over, straining for a better view. And then it was gone—except a strange minty smell drifted her way. That’s odd .

Below, the clock bonged, shaking her teeth in her head. If she went deaf in the spirit world, would her physical body lose hearing, too? Of course, that was assuming she got back into her physical body before her twin. And that was a sufficiently revolting thought to guarantee she would fight until the end of days. Anger flamed through her at the thought of Anna getting anywhere near her family. Near Bucky.

Imogen snatched her thoughts back from him. Whenever she thought about Bucky, she started to cry, and she wasn’t naive enough to think that Anna wouldn’t turn her weakness into a weapon. She hitched herself higher onto her perch, refusing to let her emotions show. There was every chance Anna was spying on her. After all, she had delighted in it as a child.

A squawking noise rose suddenly, ricocheting around the cavernous, gear-filled space. Imogen scrambled to her feet. She was so used to the monotonous grind and tick of clockwork, the discordant noise seemed to boom through the space. Then came a scrabbling noise and a screech. Imogen crawled along the rail, trying to see past the knot of workings that blocked her sight.

She had almost reached the end of the path when a gigantic steel mouse—at least as big as a cat—bounded into view, black velvet paws clinging to the rail. Imogen stopped and stared, mesmerized by the many-jointed tail snaking to and fro in an agitated sweep. Long wire whiskers quivered, giving off a faint hum as they moved.

Imogen’s heart pattered with excitement, for she recognized this extraordinary creature. “You’re Evelina’s Mouse!”

I am .

She nearly fell off the rail. “I can hear you!” It wasn’t with her ears, but with her mind. “How can I hear you?”

We are more alike here . It scampered forward a few steps until it was touchably close, though it was across one of those heart-stopping gaps that dropped down the length of the pendulum. She reached out, brushing her fingers to the cool, sleek tip of Mouse’s ear.

“I’m so happy to see a friend,” she said, her throat filling with emotion. Suddenly everything seemed different. Mouse wasn’t just a friend, it was a creature made for this sort of bizarre world.

We have a problem .

The bubble of hope Imogen had been nursing burst, leaving her empty. She nearly broke into tears. “What is that?”

The creature sat up, black eyes glittering in the dim light. Your sister caught Bird .

London, October 2, 1889

HILLIARD HOUSE

7:45 p.m. Wednesday

“THE BEST THING FOR THE BOY IS TO LEAVE.” BANCROFT filled his voice with a confidence he wasn’t sure he believed. “Keating will handle the fuss, the police will go through the motions, and after a decent interval Tobias will come home. There are too many other things to worry about. The Blue King is acting up. Cholera’s broken out again. The Stock Exchange is down.”

His wife was sitting in the same chair she’d occupied when Alice had first arrived. Her hands were clasped in her lap, squashing the dainty square of lace that she’d been using to dab her eyes. “I can’t believe my boy shot and killed a man! How did this happen?”

Presumably with a gun . But sarcasm would be less than kind when applied to his wife, especially where the children were concerned.

“Adele,” he said softly, “he did what was necessary.”

He had no idea what had actually occurred, but he knew Tobias. His son was not violent, and everyone knew that William Reading had been overdue for murder. Something had provoked that shot. Bancroft could see it clearly, even if his wife could not.

“Necessary? How is any of this necessary?” Adele stood so suddenly, Bancroft fell back. “What is happening to my children?”

His stomach twisted like a basket of snakes. One child was dead, one unconscious, and now a third was on the run. The fourth—Poppy—was so different that he barely understood her. Bancroft closed his eyes to his home life for a perfectly sound reason—there was too much he couldn’t fix, and his attempts in the past had nearly damned them all. It was better to look forward, praying that his future success would bring enough money and prestige to redeem all losses. “I’m sorry, Adele.”

She looked so lost, Bancroft’s heart wavered. She was still beautiful, carrying herself with grace despite her distress. He took her hands in his, gently cupping the delicate fingers. “Look forward. That’s all we can do. Alice and Jeremy will need you to watch over them until Tobias returns.”

His wife regarded him with tear-starred eyes. “Poor Alice. She was so distraught, her father had to take her home.”

That’s because the little red-haired vixen is smart . He still hadn’t forgiven the chit for snooping through his private papers, but he gave credit where it was due. She was clever enough to know Reading’s death meant war—and whether Tobias would be hailed as a hero or a villain depended on the tale the public chose to believe.

By killing the Scarlet King, Tobias had upset the balance in the Steam Council. If Bancroft guessed right, the remaining members would scramble for supremacy. That meant war, with privation, death, and woe—and Tobias would go down as a devil. But that moment of confusion also represented the Baskervilles’ best chance, which could bring a new world order snatching prosperity from the jaws of chaos—enter Tobias the Initiator, with harp and halo. It was all a matter of adjusting history once the dust had settled.