Part 12 (1/2)
Alice stared unhappily at the drawing of Ignacio Narbondo, but it was Tubby who said, ”Lazarus Walk, by G.o.d!”
”Do you know the street?” Alice asked.
”Yes, although... This is curious, indeed. Mr. Klingheimer resides there, as I was saying just a moment ago. The odious Penny revealed it to me, and I wondered whether he lied. It must certainly be true, however, for here's the same street, and a.s.sociated with villainy into the bargain.”
”Shadwell, the false policeman, carried this bit of paper several copies,” Mother Laswell said to Alice. ”Finn took one along with him. What is this house, then?”
Alice related the story of the collapse of the Embankment, possibly engineered by the shadowy Mr. Klingheimer, and of the suspicious death of James Harrow, and of the land beneath London, and of St. Ives's surfacing from that land on Hampstead Heath. She paused in her tale, thought for a moment, and said to Hasbro and Tubby, ”The explosion must have been directed against Langdon and Gilbert then. It wasn't merely to close the pa.s.sage to the underworld.”
”You're in the right of it,” Hasbro said. ”Otherwise the coincidence beggars belief. It seems to me that Mr. Klingheimer must have engineered a far-reaching conspiracy, with his false policemen and infernal devices. But why this interest in Doctor Narbondo, who is a.s.suredly dead?”
”Perhaps Klingheimer does not know of Narbondo's death,” Tubby said.
Alice looked doubtful. ”It wasn't reported in the newspapers, because there was no body and because he was a secretive man. He simply vanished, after all.”
”Is he dead, then?” asked Mother Laswell. Her earlier determination had faded from her face, and she looked merely tired now. ”He's been a.s.suredly dead before, my son has. Has no one seen the corpse?”
”No,” Alice told her. ”But I myself saw him fall into the earth, and the earth close over him again.”
Alice paused now, seeing that she had made a mere a.s.sumption, and Mother Laswell said, ”The Professor apparently fell into a similar hole just yesterday, and yet he walked out alive.”
”True, but this handbill merely makes it clear that Klingheimer is actively seeking Narbondo,” Hasbro said. ”There's no evidence at all that he's found him.”
”Since my son ceased to be ... human... and became the creature who calls himself Narbondo,” Mother Laswell said, ”no one has sought him out unless they were audacious villains, and most often to their own peril, as we know. This Klingheimer will be no exception, I do a.s.sure you. If he has an interest in Narbondo, then he has an interest in deviltry. And now Clara and perhaps Finn have fallen into his grasp.”
They sat in silence for a moment, during which Henrietta Billson carried away the dishes and brought fresh coffee. There was the sound of someone descending the stairs, and Alice looked up to see Lars Hopeful hauling Miss Bracken's bags, the woman herself coming along behind, wearing her hat. She had managed to make the crow presentable again.
”Ah,” said Tubby. ”It's Madame Go-Lightly herself, leaving for good and all, by the look of it, G.o.d bless her.”
Miss Bracken approached the table now, looking stoic, and Alice introduced her to Bill Kraken and Mother Laswell. ”Charmed,” Miss Bracken said, foregoing a smile of any variety. ”The boy Hopeful is seeing me into a hansom cab. I intend to stay at the Midland Grand, St. Pancras. Mr. Smythe particularly recommends it. When... When Mr. Frobisher returns for he will return, mark my words be good enough to ask him to wait upon me there.”
”Are you solvent, Miss Bracken?” Tubby asked, reaching into his coat for his pocketbook. ”I mean to say, could you use a ten-pound note to see you through the week? I apologize, ma'am, for having accused you of purloining my uncle's jewel case. It turns out to have been secreted away by your friends Smythe and Hillman.”
”I'll take nothing from the likes of you,” she spat, ”and you can save your mealy-mouthed apologies for those who care to listen, which ain't me.” Then she nodded to him with theatrical graciousness. ”Your uncle is a generous man, sir I won't say was and I'll do well enough on what he gave me. If he does not return to me in a two-day's time, I mean to board s.h.i.+p for Kingston, where I'll once more be among friends. In that event, please tell him when you see him that I await him there where he found me, pining away for grief.”
”I'll do just that,” Tubby said, and then he muttered something that Alice couldn't hear, nor wanted to hear.
”If there is any news at all of Gilbert,” Alice said, ”we'll find you at the Midland Grand. You can depend upon it.”
Miss Bracken nodded her thanks, dabbed theatrically at her eyes with a kerchief, glared one last time at Tubby, and turned toward the door, making her way out into the bl.u.s.tery morning with Lars Hopeful trundling along behind her.
”What an extraordinary hat that woman was wearing,” Mother Laswell said.
”I rather fancy it,” Alice said, ”although I don't know that I'd have the courage to wear it.”
”What of Finn, then?” Tubby asked, as if he were anxious to avoid any further discussion of Miss Bracken. ”No doubt he found the house on Lazarus Walk, but what then? Are we certain that Clara was taken there?”
”No,” Mother Laswell said. ”We're certain of nothing. But Clara and I have a... bond, so to speak. We're the both of us psychical beings. I can feel that she's nearby. Her powers are uncommon strong. I mean to set out this morning in order to conduct a search in that neighborhood for a stronger sense of Clara's presence.”
”I believe that Finn would endeavor to rescue her,” Alice said. ”If he still lives, he is either in that house or searching for a way in.”
Mother Laswell shook her head unhappily. ”The boy has saved my life twice now. Indeed he has. Now that we've filled our bellies, we'd best be about our business. I can't stand the waiting.”
”Nor can I,” said Tubby. ”I'm off to the Heath in order to search out this tunnel below the old ruin.”
”I know that house on the Heath well enough,” Hasbro said. ”We played among the rooms when I was a lad, growing up in Highgate. It was abandoned even then. It had a lamentable history.”
”Will you help me find Uncle, then?” Tubby asked.
”Happily,” Hasbro said. ”Given that there's a company of us now, it would seem sensible that we divide our forces, for there's much to be done. And a crowd calls attention to itself, after all.”
”Quite right,” Alice said. ”I expect Langdon to arrive here at the inn at two o'clock this afternoon. Theodosia tells me that he will send a message otherwise. Can we meet again at that hour?”
”With great pleasure,” said Tubby. ”I have much to ask him.”
”In the meantime I intend to look in on the police in order to shed some light on the mystery of James Harrow's death. Langdon isn't satisfied that it was accidental, and we have reason now to agree with him.”
”Not alone you ain't going nowhere, ma'am,” Bill Kraken said, breaking his long silence.
”You go with her, Bill,” Mother Laswell told him. ”We'll walk together to Lazarus Walk, and I'll plant myself there until I discover something of Clara.”
Kraken fixed his eyes on her and said, ”Don't go cutting no capers, Mother. Get the lay of the land, so to say, and leave it at that. We must meet up right here in this very room for a bite of dinner and a chat with the Professor. We can all tell what we've found, and then go in together if we're a-going in.”
”Go in where, Bill?” Mother Laswell asked him.
”Into this here G.o.dd.a.m.n Klingheimer's house and take out Clara and Finn Conrad, by G.o.d, pardon the blasphemation. And doesn't this Shadwell creature hope I don't get my hands roundabout his vitals.”
TWENTY-TWO.
AURA GOGGLES.
The hansom cab dropped St. Ives at the Tower Gardens in the morning, making a brief stop at a tailor's shop in Hampstead in order to find more suitable clothing. Although it was monumentally unlikely that he had been followed from the Spaniards, he sat upon a bench and looked about himself for a few leisurely minutes as if enjoying the day, which in fact was just what he was doing. He felt surprisingly limber after yesterday's ordeal. The pain from the bruised rib had largely subsided, unless he forgot himself and made an awkward movement. The head wound had turned out to be nothing once the blood and muck were washed away. He put his hand into his vest pocket now and felt the piece of tissue-covered lens that had happily survived his ordeal underground. He unwrapped it and looked through it at the sky, now stained a deep purple, before putting it safely back into his pocket.
The few people roundabout him were going sensibly about their business: nannies pus.h.i.+ng prams, the odd pedestrian, a policeman directing traffic at the intersection with a great deal of style, his arms moving almost as if he were dancing. Half a dozen ragged boys ran past on the pavement, the last of them contorting his face at St. Ives and then howling with laughter before s.n.a.t.c.hing at the tail of a slouch of a dog trotting past from the other direction. The dog stopped to allow St. Ives to scratch its head before trotting away again. Aside from the boy and the dog, no one gave him a glance of any sort.
There was a brisk wind, but the sky had cleared and the sun shone, and he found that the sunlight and fresh air suited him after yesterday's sojourn through the underworld. He contemplated upon luck, which he had always considered a silly notion, rationally speaking, and yet this morning he felt lucky to be alive, and there was nothing silly about it.
The clothes he had borrowed from Mr. Loftus were slightly flamboyant but were no sort of disguise. He had decided against that no false chin whiskers or mustaches or beggarly rags. He would go about London as a free man. He intended to seek out Dr. Pullman's friend Walter Kilner at St. Thomas's Hospital. If he learned nothing useful, he would proceed to Smithfield in order to catch up with Alice and his friends at the Half Toad.