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to drug him, then?"
    "What, with my little buttons? No. In the first place he wouldn't drink any wine, and anyway, what would have been the point of drugging him? We know as much as he does. If we want to find out any more about the levitation device, the one to drug would be Lord Basmond."
    "That would be rather difficult now, I'm afraid," said Lady Beatrice, and told what she had found on entering his lordship's bedchamber. Dora's eyes widened.
    "No! You're sure?"
    "I know a dead man when I see one," said Lady Beatrice.
    "Damn and blast! So convenient to murder someone when there are whores about to blame for it. I suppose now we'll have to run all screaming and hysterical to the butler and report it. Jane and Maude will have firm alibis, at least. First, however, we'll need to report to the missus." Dora set a bucket of water on the fire.
    "She isn't in her room," explained Lady Beatrice.
    "No? I suppose it's possible she did for his lordship."
    "Would she?"
    "You never know; I should think it was a bit treasonous, wouldn't you, offering an invention like that to other empires? She may have made the decision to do for him and confiscate the thing for the Society. If she did, she may be out making arrangements to cover our tracks."
    "Let's not go running to Pilkins yet, then," said Lady Beatrice. "What became of the rest of the Dessert?"
    "That's a good question," said Dora. "Pantry?"
    They left the silent kitchen and, following a trail of cake crumbs and blobs of creme anglaise, located the remaining Dessert in the pantry, as expected. Thoroughly ruined now, it lay spilt sideways on the flagstones, its grain carrier leaning against the wall.
    "Once more, damn and blast," said Dora. "Where's the marvelous flying thing? The box or plank or whatever it was Pilkins carried in?"
    "Not here, at any rate," said Lady Beatrice.
    "You don't suppose the missus took it?"
    "Might have, but—" Lady Beatrice began, as a prolonged bumping crash came from above. They looked at each other and ran upstairs, Lady Beatrice lifting her skirts to hurry. Dora, being nimbler in her present state of undress, arrived in the great hall first. Lady Beatrice heard her exclaim a fairly shocking oath, and upon joining her discovered why; for Arthur Fitzhugh Rawdon, Lord Basmond, lay in a crumpled heap at the foot of the great staircase.
    The two ladies stood there considering his corpse for a long moment.
    "Frightfully convenient accident," said Lady Beatrice at last.
    "I think it will look better if you do the screaming," said Dora, with a gesture indicating her nudity.
    "Very well," said Lady Beatrice. Dora retreated to the kitchen. Lady Beatrice cleared her throat and, drawing a deep breath, uttered the piercing shriek of a terrified female.

    M RS. CORVEY PAUSED only to switch on the night-vision feature of her optics before advancing down the tunnel. Instantly she beheld the tunnel walls and floor, stretching ahead into a green obscurity. She had expected the same neat brickwork that distinguished the laboratory building, but the tunnel appeared to be of some antiquity: haphazardly mortared with flints, here and there buttressed with timbers, and penetrated with roots throughout, threadlike white ones or gnarled and black subterranean limbs.
    As she proceeded along the tunnel's length, Mrs. Corvey noted in several places the print of shoes. Most were small, not much bigger than her own, but twice she saw a much larger track, a man's certainly. Moreover she perceived strange and shifting currents of air in the tunnel. About a hundred yards in she spotted what must be their source, for a second tunnel opened where some of the flint and mortar had fallen in, creating a narrow gap in the wall.
    Mrs. Corvey studied the tunnel floor in front of the gap. Someone had gone through in the recent past, to judge from the way the earth was disturbed. She turned and considered the main course of the tunnel, which ended a few yards ahead where a ladder ascended,