The Doomsday Vault

“Not that beginning,” Alice interrupted. “Are you. .?” She trailed off.

“Mad?” Edwina flicked a crumb away. “Of course, though some days are worse than others. That was a small joke to break the tension.”

“We like tension,” Gavin said in a flat voice. “Just explain.”

“No one appreciates me,” Edwina complained. “All right. Eight or nine years ago, not long after your dear mother died, Alice, I came to myself in the middle of my own house. The place was a wreck. Clockwork devices were everywhere, including a new valet who told me his name was Kemp. I had built them all in a mad fugue. I realized the disease that plagues our family had turned me into a rare genius, and I was enjoying a rare moment of lucidity after a prolonged period of madness. I managed to turn my newfound intelligence toward two areas-keeping my finances in good order so I could continue to build whatever I wanted, and finding a damned cure.”

“And succeeded at both,” Gavin said.

Edwina nodded. “It didn’t happen all at once, of course. I learned that the plague is caused by a type of bacterium, to use the word coined by Doctor Ehrenberg. It’s an organism so small, only a microscope can see it. It’s actually a kind of plant, and very pretty, with tiny-”

“Aunt Edwina,” Alice interrupted. “The cure?”

“Right.” Edwina rubbed her forehead. “I fear I’m heading for another bad spell. I still get them. After a lot of work, I gained some control over the plague. I could speed its course, or slow it down. The latter meant I wouldn’t die, but it was only a treatment, and it was difficult and time-consuming to make. I was spending nearly all my time just keeping myself alive. But then I made a breakthrough. An actual cure. And that’s why I’m on the run, darling.”

“I don’t understand,” Alice said, but that was a lie. Terrible understanding was growing like a mushroom inside her, pushing out everything else she’d been feeling and filling her with airy decay.

“At this point, the Third Ward broke into my home. They came looking for me, and I had to flee.” Edwina produced a handkerchief and wiped delicately at her eyes. “I had only a few moments’ warning, just enough time to nip out. The cure was locked in my laboratory safe.”

“But the Third Ward found it,” Gavin said, and Alice remembered the wall safe that had been ripped open in Aunt Edwina’s basement workroom.

“They did”-she gave her eyes another delicate wipe-“and they destroyed my laboratory so I couldn’t continue my work.”

“So Phipps lied,” Alice said. “She said the Ward left after your first trap killed one of its agents, and she said the Ward didn’t know who demolished your laboratory. Why did she lie?”

“You know the answer to that, darling,” Edwina said.

“Because,” Alice said slowly, “Phipps didn’t want me to know the cure existed.”

“Or because you’re lying now, Edwina,” Gavin pointed out.

“Why would I lie now, dear boy?” She sipped her tea again and made a face. “Cold.” She reached over to a nearby table, pulled a Bunsen burner over, lit it like a pet dragon, and held her cup over it. “The Ward left me little to work with-a few drugs, some rudimentary equipment, and the early stages of my research. I built a second laboratory down here and lived as Louisa Creek up there.”

“I want to know why you grabbed me off the street,” Gavin growled. “What did I ever do to you?”

“A perfect segue, Mr. Ennock,” Edwina said. “This is exactly the point where you came in. My plan to create and disperse a cure wasn’t working quite right, so I had to expand it. I needed Alice.”

“That’s not an explanation about me.” Gavin’s face was hard with a hatred Alice had never seen before, and it chilled her.

“I’m trying to stay chronological, Mr. Ennock, as Alice requested. We’re arriving at you.” She shut off the hissing burner and added a sugar lump to her tea. “I needed a way to get my cure back from the Third Ward. But Ward headquarters are tightly guarded, and the Ward knows how plague geniuses think. My only hope of getting at it was to draw out my dear niece, Alice.”

“Draw me out?” Alice came upright again. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“You were so timid after the clockwork plague struck the family down, darling.” Edwina got up to pace, and Gavin tensed. “No, that’s not the right word. I think the Americans call it hidebound. You wouldn’t budge outside the safety of traditional society. All that talent gone to waste. My dear, stubborn brother wouldn’t let me see you because he thought-quite rightly-that I’d try to corrupt you into Ad Hoc society, but he decided a few presents couldn’t hurt, and he let my little automatons through. I had already been working on you for your own good, hoping those little machines would stimulate you enough that you would start to chafe and finally break free of your father. I didn’t send you help of the monetary sort because then you would have had no need to break free. My hope was to starve you into the open. By sheer luck, the groundwork for furthering my plan was already there. I just needed to act on it.”

“What does this have to do with kidnapping me?” Gavin demanded. He had gotten to his feet as well, tense as a lion.

“Patience, Mr. Ennock. You waited in my tower for weeks. You can wait a few minutes more. The problem was, you stayed stubbornly with your father, Alice, and refused to try anything on your own. So I involved myself more directly.”

“You disguised yourself and became my friend and mentor,” Alice said dully.

“Exactly! What better way for me to mold your thinking than to become your best friend? After I met you, I took Patrick Barton home with me from the Greenfellow ball and drugged him senseless so I could-”

“You drugged Patrick Barton?” Alice interrupted. “What for?”

“I had to. I did tell you I would leave the ball with him.”

“Oh my God,” Gavin whispered. He sank back to his perch on the table, and his revolver shook. “You infected him with the clockwork plague. That was why he showed no signs of the disease before the ball, and that was why he became a clockworker so quickly afterward.”

“I injected him with my own accelerated recipe, yes. Mr. Barton did everything I’d hoped.”

“And that was?” Alice asked, feeling more than a little sick. For a moment, she had been lulled into seeing Aunt Edwina as merely odd, someone who dressed up in strange clothes and played an elaborate prank. But the incident with poor Patrick Barton slapped her back into sensibility. Aunt Edwina was completely mad.

“I’m getting ahead of myself.” Edwina sipped at her cup, realized it was empty, and tossed it over her shoulder. It shattered on the stone floor behind her. “After the ball, I arranged that little plague victim riot so you would get some exposure to the Third Ward, Alice. I didn’t have high hopes that you would come out of your shell right then, so I continued with my plan-until that idiot Norbert Williamson whisked you away into betrothal, anyway. I tried to talk you out of it, but I was handicapped by having to be subtle. It was infuriating. So I had to bring in Mr. Ennock.”

“I don’t follow this.” Gavin was clearly expending a lot of energy holding on to his temper, and Alice was afraid he was going to leap across the table. “Tell me why you kidnapped me and held me. Why you killed those airmen just to grab me again.”

Edwina nibbled a cake. “Frankly, you enchanted me, Mr. Ennock. Your fiddle and your voice and your natural charm-irresistible! In addition, you’re young and strong and have no children. Perfect material for the Third Ward, if only they noticed you. I suspected Alice would find you as attractive as I do, and I was fortunate to learn that she took all those rides in Hyde Park. I dressed in red velvet so you would notice me, and I paid you plenty to ensure you would play there often. And when the time was right, I hired a pair of men with a rope and a sack. Then it was just a matter of time before Alice rescued you.”

Alice’s mouth fell open. “You locked Gavin in that tower because you wanted to introduce us?”

“Well, obviously! Good God, girl, I practically threw the two of you together!”

“I don’t believe it,” Alice said faintly. “It all comes down to a maiden aunt who plays matchmaker-clockwork style.”

“Why did you leave the traps running?” Gavin said. “They almost killed us.”

Edwina stared at him. “I couldn’t deactivate the traps. The wrong person might get in.”

“Indisputable logic,” Alice muttered.

“Mr. Ennock is worth a few traps, don’t you think? He’s much better looking and far more talented than dull, drab Norbie.”