You could have stopped her, said Molly. You could have slapped that gun right out of her hand, with your speed, before she could have pulled the trigger.
You could have stopped her, I said. You could have made her gun disappear or turned it into a flower. But you didn t.
She was a traitor, said Molly. And neither of us have ever had any time for traitors.
She killed my grandfather, I said. And she would have killed me.
Molly moved forward and put her hands on my chest. Oh, Eddie. I m so sorry about your grandfather. You d only just found him again.
I will avenge him, I said flatly. I will kill Crow Lee and everyone who stands with him. I ve always been able to do that much for my family.
No need for that, thank you, said the Regent, getting stiffly back onto his feet again. He brushed vaguely at his clothes and then shook himself briskly. Molly and I looked at him blankly, and he grinned.
But you don t have Drood armour anymore! I said. You said
I don t, said the Regent. So I had to improvise. I knew all kinds of people would be gunning for me once I d left Drood Hall, so I made other arrangements. He undid the top few buttons of his shirt and pulled it open to reveal a large glowing amulet on his chest, apparently fused directly to his skin. There was a large golden eye in the centre of the amulet, and it glared at me unblinkingly. I stirred uneasily. It could see me. I could tell. The Regent tapped the amulet proudly, and then buttoned up his shirt again. Kayleigh s Eye, a very old and very potent thing from Somewhere Else. Absolutely guaranteed to protect the wearer from any and all forms of attack. You wouldn t believe what I had to give the previous owner in exchange.
Hold everything, said Molly. Last I heard, Kayleigh s Eye was in the Nightside, very firmly owned by the Salvation Army Sisterhood.
The Regent just smiled at her. Kayleigh had more than one eye. He moved over to look down at the dead woman lying on his carpet in a widening pool of blood. He shook his head sadly. Poor Miss Mitchell. Crow Lee lied to you, dear. He didn t love you. He doesn t love anyone. But I do have to wonder: If he could get to you, who else in Uncanny might he have got his hooks into? Hello. What s this?
I was there before him, picking up the clicker Miss Mitchell had dropped, and tucking it carefully away in my pocket.
Just a weapon that didn t work, I said.
The Regent looked at me thoughtfully. And then we all looked round sharply as the office door banged open and Ankani burst into the room, sari swirling around her, a large gun in each hand, ready for trouble. She checked that the Regent was safe, and only then looked at Molly and me before finally looking down at the body on the floor. I stood very still, ready to call on my armour, while Molly s hands moved slowly and subtly in dangerous ways. Ankani knelt down to study what was left of Miss Mitchell s head, and then shrugged and lowered her guns. She straightened up, stepped back a pace to avoid the spreading blood and looked to the Regent for orders.
Nice reaction time, my dear, the Regent said briskly, but right now I m more interested in how Miss Mitchell was able to smuggle a bloody big handgun past all our supposedly top-rank security measures. Find out, Ankani. You are authorised to use severe language and excessive force. I m also authorising a complete lockdown; no one gets in or out until they ve been thoroughly checked. I want a full investigation into how Crow Lee was able to use his mind games on one of my most trusted people. Have the body removed. I want a full autopsy. See if she was under any outside influence. I doubt it, to be honest, but I do feel I should give the poor old thing the benefit of the doubt. Oh, and I ll need a new carpet.
Of course, sir, said Ankani. I ll have a full report on your desk by morning.
You ll have it here by end of day, growled the Regent. No one goes home till we ve got this sorted.
Yes, sir, said Ankani.
She made her guns disappear somewhere about her person, and then bent down and picked up Miss Mitchell without any obvious effort. She slung the body over one shoulder, smiled winningly at all of us, and then left, pulling the door quietly shut behind her.
Given that your tea lady turned out to be an assassin, are you sure you trust her any better? Molly said sweetly.
Ankani? Of course! said the Regent. Been with me for years. One of my best agents. Trust her implicitly.
You trusted Miss Mitchell, I said, looking at the large bloody stain on the carpet. There were quite a few bits of bone and brains, too. Miss Mitchell had meant business. Crow Lee s business.
Yes, well, said the Regent. There s trust, and then there s trust.
That s a real Drood answer for you, said Molly.
The apple never falls far from the tree, the Regent said vaguely.
If Crow Lee had a traitor inside your organisation, I said thoughtfully, who s to say he didn t have someone inside the Droods? I mean, how else could he have known about Alpha Red Alpha? Most of our family didn t know it was down there, underneath the Hall, on the grounds that if they had, they d probably have left the Hall en masse and set up tents on the grounds rather than live over such a dangerous thing. Hold it hold everything. Go previous. Drop anchors. Grandfather, has anyone ever talked to you about the Original Traitor?
No, said the Regent. And it does sound like something I ought to know about. Tell me about this Original Traitor, Eddie. Tell me everything.
So we all sat down again, and I filled him in on the latest conspiracy theory within the Droods that there was a traitor inside the family who went back years, maybe decades, maybe even centuries. Subtly sabotaging us, working from within to undermine everything we did for his own hidden purposes.
I ve been away too long, said the Regent.
Far too many things I don t know Why the Original Traitor?
Because we don t know how far back he goes, I said. There is some evidence to suggest he goes way, way back.
Given how many of your family s more important secrets have been forced out into the light recently, said Molly, maybe the Original Traitor feels you re closing in on him at last. He must be getting a bit desperate.
We re pretty sure he murdered Sebastian, I said.
Good God! said the Regent. Really? He worked for us, you know.
Sebastian worked for everyone, I said. He was murdered during the Hungry Gods affair, while he was being held inside one of our supposedly secure holding cells. Which is supposed to be impossible.
And Freddie went missing around the same time, said Molly. He s been declared missing, presumed dead.
Both of them rogues, said the Regent. Are we assuming a connection?
I don t know, I said. But I think we need to track down the remaining rogues and make contact with them. Apart from you and me, they re the only Droods left in this world. A world that probably wouldn t be too unhappy if we were to become extinct I did make contact with some of them when I was declared rogue by Martha. But most of them have disappeared. The Mole has gone deep underground, and no one s seen Mad Frankie Phantasm or Harriet Hatchet in ages. Of course, it could just be that the rogues don t want to talk to me because I killed one of them. Arnold Drood, the Bloody Man.
I did hear about that, said the Regent, nodding slowly. It was a righteous kill, Eddie. If ever a man needed killing, he did.
And Tiger Tim, I said. He needed killing, too.
The Regent looked at me sharply. Timothy? Jack s boy? That was you? I d heard he d been killed, but I didn t want to believe it. He was Jack s only child.
I know, I said.
And my only other grandson. Did you really have to?
Yes, I said.
You were there, said the Regent. It was your decision to make. But he still didn t want to look at me. Poor Jack. Life has not been kind to him.