Page 46 (2/2)

Behind Dylan was a credenza, on which I observed a new addition to the cha copper teapot It appeared to be a self-heating one, for it sat on a swork dais from which I heard the emission of soft clicks and whirs

Mingled with the scent of Miss Adler’s favorite tea (the afore), as well as a hint of her preferred perfuardenia), was also the faint odor of antiquity and even a littleher office dusted and swept At the moment, the set of tall, narros that looked out onto a srass on the north side of the Museurayish London weather at , and in the distance, I could see the shiny black spire of the Oligary Building

Before Dylan could respond to my query, the door flew open The pile of newspapers fluttered, the teapot’s top rattled, and I actually felt a breeze announcing the late arrival

“Good , Mina Hello, Dylan,” said Miss Evaline Stoker The energetic young woman was my reluctant partner and occasional coo so far as to call her an inti electrofied and she’d dragged ressed beyond mere acquaintances “Miss Adler isn’t here? Where is she?”

“Dylan was about to tell me before you—er—bounded into the characefully, but no less quietly or slowly, into a chair across from me

Miss Stoker was an attractive wo black hair, lively hazel eyes, and perfect features Unlike ant—and also unlike e

And while I, a member of the fahter of Mycroft), was blessed with brilliant deductive and observational skills (not to mention the prominent Holmesian nose), Miss Stoker had been endowed by a very different faend, she was supposedly a vampire hunter

Or at least she would be if there were actually any vampires to hunt

“I don’t knohere she is,” Dylan replied, picking up his silvery telephone-device again “Evaline, didn’t you say you knew soet electricity?”

“Dylan” I glanced at the door, which was still tightly closed

“Yeah, I know Electricity is illegal here But Evaline said she knew soe my phone”

“Right Yes Ibelieve I do” Miss Stoker held out her gloved hand htened color in her cheeks “I’ll take it to—uh—I’ll get it charged for you”

He hesitated handing it over, and I was certain I knehy

Even though Dylan had accidentally traveled here froular device occasionally—very occasionally—was able to connect him back to that time if he stood in a particular area of the Museu out of his possession the one thing that ht help him return—or at least communicate with—home

Dylan had uncertainty written all over his face “I don’t know if I told you this, but there have been a few times when I’ve been in the room where I first appeared that my cell phone seemed to connect to the Intern—I mean, to my time”