“No, I suppose not.” Newbury looked up as Carrs bustled through the door carrying a large silver tray. He realised that signified the end of their discussion on the Bastion Society. He wondered how Veronica was getting on elsewhere in the building. Hopefully she’d be out by now, back in the hansom waiting for him.
Fabian rose from his seat and took the tray from Carrs. “Ah, tea. Let me pour you a cup, Sir Maurice, and I’ll give you a progress report on young Amelia Hobbes’s recovery. I’m sure her sister would like to know how she’s getting on.”
“Thank you,” said Newbury. “I’m sure you’re right.” But in the back of his mind he was already plotting how he could gain entrance to the Bastion Society and find out more about exactly what they were up to.
In the meantime, Veronica, distraught, had fled to the coach. She’d done so almost in a daze, knowing only that she needed to put some distance between herself and the foul things she had seen inside the building, the… things that looked and sounded in every way like her sister.
Now, however, she regretted fleeing the scene. She stood, and then sat again, squeezing her hands together in anguish as she tried to decide what to do. Should she go storming back in there and demand to see Newbury? Should she remain out here in the hansom and wait for him to return? Should she leave, taking the cab to find Sir Charles so they could return later in force?
She stood again, reached for the door, and then returned to her seat in the stillness of the cab. The horses stamped their feet on the gravel, sensitive to her nervousness. The driver had already been well tipped by Newbury to turn a blind eye to anything out of the ordinary, so she knew she wasn’t going to be disturbed, no matter how much she paced around or banged her fist against the door in anguish.
Veronica stepped over to the window and drew back the curtain once again. He was still there, that bizarre, nightmarish creature with the white face, staring out at her from inside the doorway of the house. His freakish appearance had startled her in the house, and now she didn’t know what to think. Was he a man or a machine? His blank, staring eyes were definitely those of a human being, but parts of his body-including both legs-were evidently mechanical. And why was he wearing the mask? Was he another patient, or one of the staff? More to the point, why hadn’t he raised the alarm? And why was he watching her now from the doorway?
These and other questions were buzzing around inside her head. But she couldn’t think straight. All she wanted to do was scream. She simply couldn’t shake the horrifying image of Amelia’s face, crying out in the darkness as she spun on that strange wheel, electrodes trailing from her temples. Or the dark, bruised eyes that stared up at her from the chair in which that other Amelia had been lashed, or the pale look of the dead one on the table.
Then there was the sound… the muttering, the murmuring, the garbled insights into what was yet to come. She had talked about the horrors in the darkness, the impending storm of death and destruction. She had whispered about machines that walk like men, and a siege that would bring about the end.
Veronica reached for the door. What was she doing, waiting here in the cab? She had to get back inside! She had to get Amelia out of that horrible place. Whatever Dr. Fabian was doing, it was evil, unspeakable. Somehow he was copying her. Duplicating her so he could torture those pitiful copies, lashing them to strange machines to induce seizures so that they might predict the future. She wondered if the Queen knew about it. Or even if the Queen was behind it.
Veronica had to find the real Amelia, who was clearly in danger. What if she were being tortured, too? Unsure what she was going to do, other than storm back inside the institute and demand to see her sister, she flung the door of the cab open-and found Newbury standing there on the gravel driveway, staring up at her in surprise.
“Veronica? Are you quite well?”
Veronica didn’t know how to respond. Exhausted, confused, and incandescent with rage, she fell out of the cab and collapsed into his arms, beating her fists against his chest in barely contained rage. He held her while she wept on his shoulder, allowing the worst of it to pass.
Then, gently, he prised her away, holding her by the shoulders so that he could look into her eyes. “Was it that bad?”
Veronica could hardly speak. She wanted him to see what she had seen. She knew that words could never describe the horror of it. “Worse than you can possibly imagine.”
Newbury clutched her to him once again. He stroked the back of her head. “I’m so sorry I asked you to go through with it, Veronica.”
“No!” she shouted emphatically. “No. Don’t you dare apologise. If it wasn’t for you, I would have stayed away, just like they wanted me to.”
Newbury tried to coerce her back into the hansom. “Come on. Let’s get out of here, and you can tell me all about it.”
Veronica stepped back from him, blocking the way into the cab. “We can’t go,” she implored him. “We can’t leave her here. You don’t understand.”
Newbury put his hand on her arm. His voice was low and firm. “Veronica? Veronica. Look at me. We’re being watched. We need to leave now. I promise you we will get to the bottom of this. We’ll do what’s best for Amelia. But right now, we have to go.”
Veronica looked over his shoulder. The man-thing was still hovering in the doorway, watching them with his strange, unblinking stare. But now she saw that Dr. Fabian was also watching them intently from the window of the house. She wanted to rush over and confront him about what he had done. But instead, drained of energy and unsure what best to do, she allowed herself to be bundled back into the cab. Newbury jumped in on the other side and slammed the door, then rapped loudly on the wooden frame to inform the cabbie they were ready to leave.
Veronica heard the crack of a whip. Then, horses neighing in protest, the hansom juddered and rocked into motion, sending a spray of gravel into the air as they shot off into the hazy afternoon.
Veronica looked back through the window, watching the Grayling Institute recede into the distance. She felt nauseated, hollow. She felt like she had abandoned Amelia to a fate worse than death.
She resolved then that she would do everything in her power to save her sister from Fabian and that horrible, porcelain-faced monster. Amelia would be free of them and the doctor would pay for his atrocities, whatever it took, whatever the consequences.
CHAPTER
15
“Tell me again what you saw.”
Veronica squeezed her eyes shut. Hot tears were prickling beneath her lids. All the pent-up emotion and horror and fear and shock were now consolidating into a burning rage. Rage at Fabian for the horrendous crimes he had committed against her sister. Rage at the Queen for orchestrating and enabling such abhorrent violations. Rage at Newbury for pacing back and forth before her with his incessant questions, when all she really wanted to do was race back to the Grayling Institute as fast as humanly possible, to gather her sister up in her arms and steal her away to somewhere safe.
Veronica dug her fingernails into her palms and clenched her teeth. For all her efforts, she couldn’t get the images out of her head, and all Newbury seemed to want her to do was remember them, over and over. She fought back the urge to scream at him. It would do Amelia no good whatsoever, and in her heart, she knew that Newbury was trying to help. But she wanted action, above all else. She wanted to do something about the situation rather than simply sit there and discuss it.
They were back in her Kensington apartment, which was just as they had left it the previous afternoon. The deep gouges in the floorboards and the scorch marks on the carpet remained as stark evidence of the battle that had taken place there. There was no sign of Mrs. Grant, of course, who Veronica had insisted remain with her sister for a few days in the interest of safety. She only wished she could do the same for her own sister, that she could send Amelia away to a place of safety, away from Dr. Fabian and his sinister assistant.