Jekyll ULTRA VIRES CERTAINLY NOT. HAVE YOU BOTH LOST YOUR WITS?” snapped Chief Inspector Reeve the next afternoon, in his cramped office at Scotland Yard, where weak sunlight dribbled in the high, soaped window. Letters and scribbled notes piled his desk, and stacks of boxed files teetered. Evidently, Reeve wasn’t much for paperwork. From the chair beside her, Captain Lafayette shot Eliza a “what-did-you-expect?” glance. A vicious headache thinned her patience. She’d had no sleep, and she hurt all over, as if she’d run twenty miles last night. Likely, she had. Overnight rain had reduced the fires in Seven Dials to smoldering black ruins, for the most part, but the city’s scars would take a long time to heal. She’d come to, abruptly, staggering on her feet in some noisome alley, her dress smeared with blood and gunpowder. Her hair still smelled of smoke and uncanny sweetness. She’d hurried to Quick’s parlor on Piccadilly, intending to confront him with Penny Watt’s tale .
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