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Ruby Red
Perched on the rooftop, I watched the exit of Guildhall through my
spyglass. The meeting adjourned, the members of London’s most prominent
guilds filed out to waiting carriages or steam- and coal-powered autos.
Noisy contraptions. Clouds of soot surrounded the infernal machines. Why
anyone would ever want to ride in such a contraption was beyond me.
“See anything?” Quinn, my partner, whispered.
He’d pulled out his rifle and was watching through the magnification scope.
“Not yet. Though—and just an observation—from this vantage point, they
look like a flock of inebriated penguins,” I said, motioning to the guild
members gathered below. With their top hats and walking sticks, smoking
pipes and cigars, the assembled crowd looked like a bunch of waddling
lushes. Were these really the most learned inventors in London?
Quinn chuckled lightly. “It’s a waddle of penguins, not a flock. On land,
they’re called a waddle. In the water, they’re called a raft.”
“How do you know that?”
“Told you, I’m brilliant.”
I rolled my eyes then grinned at him. Quinn’s face was shadowed by his red
hood, but I could make out his square jaw and Roman nose. I knew that the
hood hid his ice-blue eyes, which seemed unkind to the average observer,
but Quinn had the patience of a saint. After all, he’d managed to mentor me
and serve as my partner in the Red Cape Society these last four years.
Everything I knew was because of the man hiding in shadow. Which now
included the fact that a group of penguins on land was called waddle, not a
flock.
I smirked. “When was the last time you shaved?”
Quinn rubbed his chin. “You don’t like it? I was thinking of growing a
beard.”
“And what does Jessica have to say on that matter?” I asked, referring to his
wife.
“Well, there was some question as to whether or not I’d been bitten.”
I chuckled. “You’d have a lot more hair than just on your face.”
Quinn chuckled. “So I told her.”
I turned my attention back to the crowd. “Better shave it off anyway. If your
lady doesn’t like it, what’s the point?”
“It’s bloody cold out here at night. Thought it might keep me warm.”
“You don’t see me complaining.”
“Your hair is all the way down to your… Well, you know. Hardly fair. Now,
mind the job and leave me alone, or I’ll grow it out to look like Merlin just
to vex you both.”
I snickered. “All right. I’m just making suggestions.”
“You’re always making suggestions, Clem. In fact, you’re starting to sound
like your grand-mère,” he said with a grin.
“Pardon me?”
He grinned.
I winked at him—pleased to see an amused smile on his rugged and hairy
face—then looked below once more. “Here come the clockmakers.”
The members of the Clockmaker’s Guild chatted noisily as they exited
Guildhall. Each wore a watch pinned on their lapel, a telltale sign of their
trade. The Motor Car Association members convened in another corner of
the yard. Plumes of tobacco smoke, rough voices, and the distinct smell of
brandy rose into the air.
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