“For escape,” I told him with a grin. “For escape.”
•••
It will never work,” I told Stoker flatly.
He folded his arms over the breadth of his chest and stared at me with challenge in his gaze. “Have you a better idea?”
“No, but I suspect Huxley could conjure a better scheme,” I protested. After finishing our simple meal, we had worked together to arrange as much privacy as possible for visits to the porcelain apparatus in the corner—another circumstance that leads to greater intimacy in friendship, I have discovered—and then proceeded to create and discard twelve different plans for escape. The last was, in my opinion, entirely the worst.
Upon searching our garments for possible tools or weapons, Stoker had unearthed the paper twist of sedative he had originally thought to administer to the porter at the Club de L’Étoile. He had hit upon the notion of putting it into the dregs of the beer in his cup and giving it to Quiet Dan when next he appeared.
“To what end?” I demanded. “It will get us past this one door, if we are lucky. There is no way of anticipating what further obstacles lie on the other side.”
“And we cannot discover them until we areonthe other side,” Stoker pointed out with maddening calm.
“You know as well as I that getting him to drink the stuff will be nigh on impossible, and even if you manage it, how will you ensure that he collapses whilst he is still on this side of the door? And what of his companion?”
He ticked off the replies on his fingers. “We shall simply have to be more clever than Quiet Dan, which I am quite certain I would be even were I in a thorough coma. As far as the timing, if I put all of the wretched stuff in at one time, it will work swiftly and we will simply have to hope that it will be swift enough. And with regards to his companion, Quiet Dan is armed and we will avail ourselves of his weapon in order to secure our release.”
I again protested that there was no point in securing our release from the room until we knew what lay on the other side.
“This door stands between us and freedom no matter how many others there are,” Stoker retorted. “And if we get on the other side, then there is one fewer obstacle to our release.”
“Unless we walk directly into a nest of them,” I reminded him. “We have seen my uncle de Clare and two of his henchmen, but I counted more at the time of our abduction, and for all we know, they may be lurking just outside and prepared for such an eventuality. Quiet Dan will no doubt have told them that we loosed our own bonds.”
“They would have done that in any event when they fed us,” Stoker said.
While we argued, Eddy’s gaze bounced from one of us to the other, as if at a tennis match.
“I say we are not men if we do not try,” he put in suddenly. “With apologies to your sex, Veronica. Although I daresay you are the match of any man in courage,” he added gallantly.
I resisted the urge to remind him that men did not have a monopoly on bravery. It would only confuse him.
Before we could agree on a plan, the door opened suddenly and Quiet Dan appeared, once more holding out a revolver to ensure our compliance. He gestured for us to move towards the bed, sitting side by side like laundry pegged out on a line. When we had arranged ourselves, he stepped aside.
I expected my uncle to visit us again; abductors, in my experience, do love to come and chat with their captives. After the previous discussion, I was rather looking forward to it. My uncle was no great wit, but it passed the time, and I straightened my tunic, anticipating an amusing few minutes whilst I sparred with de Clare over the deluded and melodramatic plot he was intent upon pursuing.
But the figure that moved out of the shadow of the doorway and into the light was not my uncle at all. And as I looked at the familiar face, I realized we were in far more danger than I had ever imagined.
CHAPTER
15
Inspector Archibond!” Eddy exclaimed, attempting to rise, relief limned on his features. I grabbed at the cloak he wore wrapped about his person and tugged him back down as Quiet Dan lifted his gun.
“Sit down, Eddy. I do not believe Inspector Archibond is in any way being a friend to us.”
Archibond came forward. “Shall I apologize, Miss Speedwell? I realize these conditions are primitive, but I do hope you understand they are only temporary.”
From the other side of me, Stoker made a low, menacing sound.
“Mornaday told me he was like that when challenged,” Archibond said to me. “A thoroughly uncivilized fellow.”
“I suppose that depends upon one’s notion of civility,” I remarked.
He laughed. “I must say, I very much respect your bravado. You have a stout heart, Miss Speedwell.”
He knelt, bringing his face on a level with mine. “I must say, I am deeply intrigued by the possibilities you present. I think we are going to get to know one another quite well in the coming weeks. These fellows will ensure you do not attempt anything unwise,” he added witha jerk of the head towards Quiet Dan and his companion, who had slipped into the room behind Archibond.
