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Miss Holmes

A Disembodied Voice

I watched in horror as Miss Stoker jolted in pain, then all at once, she was falling-toward the Ankh

The oing to happen, and I screa, but it was too late All three of them tuh the chamber A sizzle of power zapped froe sparks

"No!" I shouted, heedless of the firear into my back "Evaline!"

Suddenly a loud noise filled the space A blaring, blasting, screeching noise the likes of which I&039;d never heard before, but the sound of which was a relief My plan orking! If only it weren&039;t too late

Osiris whirled as the Ankh&039;s other servants bolted into action, confused at the distractions from every direction As they spun around in panic, the second ele boom! erupted from the fireplace

In seconds, the chamber filled with heavy black smoke I heard the sounds of footsteps and shouts, followed by a disembodied voice-"You&039;re surrounded! Stand where you are!"-and knew that Dylan had fulfilled the third and final elead, Evaline! Was I too late? What had she done? How could she think I&039;d appear without a plan?

I ducked away fro toward Miss Stoker and the Sekh had happened too late and she was dead-crushed under the heavy weight or electrocuted

I coughed and then rethe floor How much easier it was to do so in trousers than a bundle of skirts! I touched the base of the Sekh soft and warm

It moved, and as I atte and shifting againstwith someone&039;s effort to move it I heard the sound of metallic clinks and clanks nearby More shouts filled lass shattering A rush of fresh air burst into the chanized Evaline! Evaline was alive! She was a heap on the floor, ali away! I bolted totoward the brokenI stu and fell hard on the ground My pal sharp and painful "Stop her! Dylan! She&039;s getting away!"

The sounds of pounding footsteps and shouts-real ones this time, not from Dylan&039;s useful device-came from the floor and stairs below "Stop! Scotland Yard coain I wasn&039;t about to let her get away "Oh, no, you don&039;t-" So slammed into me from behind, and I thwuled to re heavy, I watched the shape at the

The Ankh&039;s slender figure shone against the opening, now jagged with glass in the drassy moonbeams She looked at me from across the diht, she gave a condescending lift of her chin in ain I couldn&039;t let her get away I had to find out who she was!

The door burst open behind nized Luckworth&039;s voice shouting orders "Stop! Halt! Scotland Yard!"

At the , the Ankh froze, an arrogant yet surprised silhouetteI shouted, finally erupting unencuave a flippant wave-a clear farewell-then tipped backward, tued toward the jagged blackMy foot caught on so, I clawed at where theshould have been Just before I crashed through into rabbed me from behind

I flew up and back, and landed on the floor in an igno hair I saw Dylan&039;s relieved expression, then looked up into the furious face of Inspector Grayling