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carriage at the front of the docks.
Once sitting inside the cab, he turned to James. “She is gone. And I should think that she has been abducted, if we are to believe David’s story. She must have intended to go to Greece-perhaps to rejoin Sherlock or some other person-but someone has taken her, James, and I will find out who has done such a thing, if it is the last thing I do.”
“Perhaps we should question Mr. David Penny further, sir,” James suggested, finally opening his mouth.
“No, we shouldn’t-this is far bigger than our little David could handle, I suspect.”
“Good morning, Miss Adler. Welcome to 2010,” My-croft said, extending a hand to help Irene out of the time machine. “How was your trip?”
“I didn’t believe you when you said you would be here to meet me-yet here you are!” Irene stepped out of the capsule and immediately directed her gaze to Dr. Nebo at Mycroft side. “And who might you be?” she asked, a derisive smile crossing her lips.
“This is Dr. Nebogipfel-Dr. Nebo for short,” Mycroft interjected, nodding to the little man beside him. “If you recall, Dr. Nebo was the original inventor of the time machine, which he used to disappear.”
“But that was only an article-a story written by Mr. Wells.,” Irene cut in, staring at the Doctor, who had remained silent until that moment.
“How do you do, Miss Adler,” he said now, extending a wiry hand to Irene, which she ignored. “And you are correct, Mr. Wells’s story was just a story, but the content of the article was hardly fictional, as you can appreciate.”
Irene shrugged slightly. “That’s all very well, Doctor”—she turned to Mycroft—”but how did you get involved with this?”
“All in due time, my dear.,” Mycroft replied, showing the way to exit the marquis, “We should give you all the explanation you may seek once we’re out of here and the time machine has been moved to some other place.”
“But, how do you intend to do that?” Irene asked, turning to look at the capsule before following Mycroft and Dr. Nebo out of the tent.
“Don’t you worry yourself about that, my dear, just follow me to my car,” Mycroft insisted, walking out and leading them to a silver Lincoln sedan parked at the curb nearby.
Irene couldn’t help looking around her at the houses lining the street, the front gardens and the motorcars parked alongside the curb of the cross-street. Sherlock had been right, she thought, everyone drives a motorcar now.
“Where is your driver?” Irene asked as she climbed into the backseat and when she saw Mycroft open the door on the driver side and slip behind the wheel.
“No driver, my dear. I do the driving and only have a chauffeur when I am on official business.” He put the key in the ignition and started the motor. He then turned his body in the seat to look at Irene. “Look behind you,” he suggested, “and you’ll see that the tent in which you landed is already folded and a truck’s ramp has been lowered to take the capsule away.”
Irene was already looking out the rear window of the car; she saw a large lorry pull close to the capsule and a grappling hoist it onto a retractable ramp. “Extraordinary,” she said, turning once again to face the front of the car. “But what about the people in these houses, wouldn’t they have noticed anything?”
“In this street, perhaps someone would have been observing this whole show, but the houses on Baker Street are mostly empty for the time being.”
“And why would that be?”
It was Dr. Nebo’s turn to answer, while Mycroft pulled away from the curb. “Well, you see, Miss Adler, these houses have been constructed some seventy years ago and have been the subject of a real estate sale for the past few months. All of the new owners will need to comply with a World Heritage Order which stipulates that none of thesepremises should be defaced or transformed in any way.”
“You mean the new owners will have to
Once sitting inside the cab, he turned to James. “She is gone. And I should think that she has been abducted, if we are to believe David’s story. She must have intended to go to Greece-perhaps to rejoin Sherlock or some other person-but someone has taken her, James, and I will find out who has done such a thing, if it is the last thing I do.”
“Perhaps we should question Mr. David Penny further, sir,” James suggested, finally opening his mouth.
“No, we shouldn’t-this is far bigger than our little David could handle, I suspect.”
“Good morning, Miss Adler. Welcome to 2010,” My-croft said, extending a hand to help Irene out of the time machine. “How was your trip?”
“I didn’t believe you when you said you would be here to meet me-yet here you are!” Irene stepped out of the capsule and immediately directed her gaze to Dr. Nebo at Mycroft side. “And who might you be?” she asked, a derisive smile crossing her lips.
“This is Dr. Nebogipfel-Dr. Nebo for short,” Mycroft interjected, nodding to the little man beside him. “If you recall, Dr. Nebo was the original inventor of the time machine, which he used to disappear.”
“But that was only an article-a story written by Mr. Wells.,” Irene cut in, staring at the Doctor, who had remained silent until that moment.
“How do you do, Miss Adler,” he said now, extending a wiry hand to Irene, which she ignored. “And you are correct, Mr. Wells’s story was just a story, but the content of the article was hardly fictional, as you can appreciate.”
Irene shrugged slightly. “That’s all very well, Doctor”—she turned to Mycroft—”but how did you get involved with this?”
“All in due time, my dear.,” Mycroft replied, showing the way to exit the marquis, “We should give you all the explanation you may seek once we’re out of here and the time machine has been moved to some other place.”
“But, how do you intend to do that?” Irene asked, turning to look at the capsule before following Mycroft and Dr. Nebo out of the tent.
“Don’t you worry yourself about that, my dear, just follow me to my car,” Mycroft insisted, walking out and leading them to a silver Lincoln sedan parked at the curb nearby.
Irene couldn’t help looking around her at the houses lining the street, the front gardens and the motorcars parked alongside the curb of the cross-street. Sherlock had been right, she thought, everyone drives a motorcar now.
“Where is your driver?” Irene asked as she climbed into the backseat and when she saw Mycroft open the door on the driver side and slip behind the wheel.
“No driver, my dear. I do the driving and only have a chauffeur when I am on official business.” He put the key in the ignition and started the motor. He then turned his body in the seat to look at Irene. “Look behind you,” he suggested, “and you’ll see that the tent in which you landed is already folded and a truck’s ramp has been lowered to take the capsule away.”
Irene was already looking out the rear window of the car; she saw a large lorry pull close to the capsule and a grappling hoist it onto a retractable ramp. “Extraordinary,” she said, turning once again to face the front of the car. “But what about the people in these houses, wouldn’t they have noticed anything?”
“In this street, perhaps someone would have been observing this whole show, but the houses on Baker Street are mostly empty for the time being.”
“And why would that be?”
It was Dr. Nebo’s turn to answer, while Mycroft pulled away from the curb. “Well, you see, Miss Adler, these houses have been constructed some seventy years ago and have been the subject of a real estate sale for the past few months. All of the new owners will need to comply with a World Heritage Order which stipulates that none of thesepremises should be defaced or transformed in any way.”
“You mean the new owners will have to
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