Part 10 (2/2)
”I think it best I go after my husband.”
”Should you travel alone?”
”Oh, I shall take Angelique.”
Madame Lefoux started slightly at the name. ”A Frenchwoman? Who is that?”
”My maid, inherited from the Westminster Hive. She is a dab hand with the curling iron.”
”I am certain she is, if she was once under Countess Nadasdy,” replied the inventor with a kind of studied casualness.
Alexia felt there was some kind of double meaning to the comment.
Madame Lefoux did not give her the chance for further inquiry, as she nodded her good-bye, climbed into a waiting hackney, and was gone before Lady Maccon had time to say more than a polite good night.
Professor Randolph Lyall was impatient, but no one would ever guess it to look at him. Partly, of course, because currently he looked like a slightly seedy and very hairy dog, skulking about the bins in the alley next to Lord Akeldama's town house.
How much time, he was wondering, could possibly be required to take tea with a vampire? could possibly be required to take tea with a vampire? A good deal, apparently, if Lord Akeldama and Lady Maccon were involved. Between the two of them, they could talk all four legs off a donkey. He had encountered them in full steam on only one memorable occasion and ever since had avoided the experience a.s.siduously. Madame Lefoux had been a surprise addition to the party, although she probably was not adding much to the conversation. It was odd to see her out of her shop and paying a social call. He made a mental note: this was something his Alpha should know about. Not that he had orders to watch the inventor. But Madame Lefoux A good deal, apparently, if Lord Akeldama and Lady Maccon were involved. Between the two of them, they could talk all four legs off a donkey. He had encountered them in full steam on only one memorable occasion and ever since had avoided the experience a.s.siduously. Madame Lefoux had been a surprise addition to the party, although she probably was not adding much to the conversation. It was odd to see her out of her shop and paying a social call. He made a mental note: this was something his Alpha should know about. Not that he had orders to watch the inventor. But Madame Lefoux was was a dangerous person to know. a dangerous person to know.
He s.h.i.+fted about, nose to the wind. Some strange new scent on the air.
Then he noticed the vampires. Two of them, lurking in the shadows well away from Lord Akeldama's house. Any closer and the effete vampire would sense their alien presence, larvae not of his line in his territory. So, what were they there for? What were they about?
Lyall lowered his tail between his legs and slunk a quick circle behind them, coming at them from downwind. Of course, vampires had nowhere near as fine a sense of smell as werewolves but they had better hearing.
He crept in close, trying to be as silent as possible.
Neither of the vampires were BUR agents, that was for certain. Unless Lyall missed his guess, these were Westminster's get.
They did not appear to be doing anything but simply watching.
”Fangs!” said one of them finally. ”How b.l.o.o.d.y long can it take to have tea? Especially if one of them ain't drinking it?”
Professor Lyall wished he had brought his gun. Difficult to carry, though, in one's mouth.
”Remember, he wants it done stealthy; we are simply checking. Don't want to go at it with the werewolves over nothing. You know...”
Lyall, who did not not know, wanted to very badly, but the vampire, most unhelpfully, did not continue. know, wanted to very badly, but the vampire, most unhelpfully, did not continue.
”I think he's paranoid.”
”Ours is not to question, but I believe the mistress agrees with you. Doesn't stop her from humoring-”
The other vampire suddenly held up a hand, cutting his companion off.
Lady Maccon and Madame Lefoux emerged from Lord Akeldama's town house and made their good-byes on the stoop. Madame Lefoux swung herself up into a cab, and Lady Maccon was left alone, looking thoughtful on the front steps.
The two vampires moved forward toward her. Lyall did not know what they intended, but he guessed it was probably not good. It certainly was not worth risking his Alpha's wrath to find out. Quick as a flash, he slithered underneath one of the vampires, tripping him up, in the next movement lunging for the other, teeth snapping hard around anklebone. The first vampire, reacting rapidly, jumped so fast to one side as to be almost impossible to follow, at least for normal sight. Lyall, of course, was not normal.
He leaped, meeting the vampire halfway, lupine body slamming into the man's side, throwing him off. The second vampire lunged toward him, grabbing for his tail.
The entire scuffle took place in almost complete silence, only the sound of snapping jaws marking the activity.
It gave Lady Maccon just enough time, although she did not know she needed it, to climb into the Woolsey carriage and set off down the street.
The two vampires both stilled as soon as the vehicle was out of sight.
”Well, that's a sticky wicket,” said one.
”Werewolves,” said the other in disgust. He spat at Lyall, who paced, hackles raised, between them, forestalling any idea of pursuit. Lyall paused to sniff delicately at the wad of spit-eau de Westminster Hive.
”Really,” said the first to Lyall, ”we weren't going to harm one hair of that swarthy Italian head. We simply had a little test in mind. No one would have even known.”
The other elbowed him, hard. ”Hush you, that's Professor Lyall, that is. Lord Maccon's Beta. The less he knows about anything, the better.”
With that, the two doffed their hats at the still growling, still bristling wolf in front of them and, turning, took off at a leisurely pace toward Bond Street.
Professor Lyall would have followed, but he decided on more precautionary measures and set a brisk trot to follow Alexia and ensure she arrived home safely.
Lady Maccon caught Professor Lyall when he came in, just before dawn. He looked exhausted, his already lean face pinched and drawn.
”Ah, Lady Maccon, you have waited up for me? How kind.”
She searched for the sarcasm in his words, but if it was there, it was cleverly disguised. He was good. Alexia often wondered if Professor Lyall had been an actor before metamorphosis and somehow managed to hold on to his creativity despite sacrificing most of his soul for immortality. He was so very skilled at doing, and being, what was expected.
He confirmed her suspicions. Whatever it was that had caused the wide-scale lack of supernatural was definitely heading north. BUR had determined that the hour of London's return to supernatural normal correlated with the departure of the Kingair Pack toward Scotland. He was not surprised that Lady Maccon had arrived at the same conclusion.
He was, however, decidedly against the idea that she should go trailing after.
”Well, who else should go? I, at least, will remain entirely unaffected by the affliction.”
Professor Lyall glared at her. ”No one should go after it. The earl is perfectly capable of handling the situation, even if he doesn't yet know he has two problems to deal with. You seem to have failed to realize we all wandered around undamaged for centuries before you appeared in our lives.” should go after it. The earl is perfectly capable of handling the situation, even if he doesn't yet know he has two problems to deal with. You seem to have failed to realize we all wandered around undamaged for centuries before you appeared in our lives.”
”Yes, but look what a mess you have made of things prior to my arrival.” Lady Maccon was not to be dissuaded from her chosen course of action. ”Someone has to tell Conall that Kingair is to blame.”
”If none of them are changing, he'll find out as soon as he arrives. His lords.h.i.+p would not like you following him.”
”His lords.h.i.+p can eat my fat-” Lady Maccon paused, thought the better of her cra.s.s words, and said, ”-does not have to like it. Nor do you. The fact remains that this morning Floote will secure for me pa.s.sage on the afternoon's dirigible to Glasgow. His lords.h.i.+p can take it up with me when I arrive.”
Professor Lyall had no doubt that his poor Alpha would do just that and be similarly humbled. Still, he would not give in so easily. ”You shall have to take Tunstell with you, at the very least. The lad has been pining to visit the north ever since his lords.h.i.+p left, and he will be able to keep an eye on you.”
Lady Maccon was truculent. ”I do not need him. Have you seen my new parasol?”
Lyall had seen the purchase order and been suitably impressed, but he was no fool. ”A woman, even a married woman, cannot float without proper escort. It is simply not done. You and I are both well aware of that fact.”
Lady Maccon frowned. He was right, bother it. She sighed and figured that at least Tunstell was a pushover.
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