"To Coppelius'!" I cried and Olimpia and I threw ourselves inside. "Did anyone follow you here or see you arrive?" I asked. I looked out the window and then turned to see Olimpia frowning at me. I heard Dansby's whip snap, followed by the clip-clopping of the horses' hooves. I thrust my head through the open window and yelled up at Dansby. "On the double-quick, man! We have no time to lose!" Dansby nodded, snapped his whip again, and the clopping increased. "Eddy, what is it?" Olimpia asked with furrowed brow. I grasped her shoulders. "Did they?" "Did they what? Did who what?" "Anyone. Did anyone follow you?" "No, no one. Eddy—" "Are you sure?" "Of course. I would have noticed if we had been followed. What's wrong?" "Besides a dead mechanical cat in my bedroom, you mean?" Wrapped in brown paper, the cat lay on the seat between us like a pork roast. I saw Olimpia look down at my hand and I realized that I was still clutching the revolver. I slipped it into my pocket. "I believe I am mad, Olimpia.
