“Politeness be damned, Wadsworth!” Thomas bellowed, quickly moving across the room and into the hall. “Let’s hurry while there’s still a laboratory to save. You”—he pointed at the second footman lingering in the hall—“ready the Hansom cab as if your very soul depends on its velocity.”
He grabbed my overcoat from Caine, offering to place it round my shoulders, but I yanked it from his grasp. When the second footman hadn’t moved, I nodded at him. “Please do as Mr. Cresswell has so rudely demanded.”
Thomas snorted as the footman scampered off to do my bidding. “Oh, yes. I’m the villain. Your uncle is being hauled off, his scientific findings most likely being destroyed by barbarians, yet I’m the rude one. That makes perfect sense.”
“You’re infuriatingly rude. Being boorish and snapping at people won’t get the job done any quicker, you know.” I pulled my coat on and fastened the buttons with deft fingers. “We wouldn’t still be waiting here for the carriage if you’d asked them nicely to fetch it.”
“Any other words of wisdom I should take into consideration, my dove?” he asked flatly.
“Yes. As a matter of fact. It wouldn’t kill you to be kinder to people. Who knows?” I said, tossing my hands in the air. “Maybe you’d finally find someone who could tolerate you. And, anyway, how twisted your first concern is of the lab and not my uncle’s life. Your priorities are hopelessly in disarray.”
“Perhaps I don’t want any friends,” he said, moving toward the front door. “Perhaps I am content with speaking the way I do and care only what your opinion of me is. My first concern is not of your uncle’s laboratory. It’s of their reason for taking him in.” Thomas rubbed his forehead. “Thus far they’ve arrested four other men I can think of. For the offense of drinking too much and flashing a knife. My concern is whether they’ve taken him to a workhouse or to an asylum.”
“Neither is pleasant.”
“True,” Thomas said, “but he’s less likely to be dosed with ‘tonic’ in a workhouse.”
In the next moments, our sleek Hansom carriage pulled around the front of my house, the single black horse looking dangerous. The beast snorted, sending puffs of steam into the already foggy evening. I hoisted myself into the carriage, not bothering to wait for Thomas or the coachman to help.
We needed to hurry. There was no telling how much damage the police were actually doing to Uncle’s precious work. And if what Thomas said was true regarding the asylum… I couldn’t finish the thought.
Thomas hopped into the small enclosure, his attention riveted on the road ahead of us, the muscles in his jaw tense. I couldn’t tell if he was worried about Uncle, or upset I’d insulted him. Perhaps it was a bit of both.
The coachman cracked the whip and we were off, flying through the streets at a gloriously fast pace. We wove in and around larger horse-drawn carriages, moving as agilely as a panther through the urban tangle of London’s streets. In what felt like mere minutes, we were pulling up to Uncle’s home in Highgate.
I leapt from the cab, my skirts adding bulk and weight to my already heavy footsteps. Police filed in and out of Uncle’s home, removing boxes of paperwork. I ran up to a young man who seemed to be in charge.
“What is the meaning of this?” I demanded, hoping I might shame them into stopping. If only for a litt
le while. “Have you no respect for a man who’s assisted in finding criminals most of his life? What could you possibly want with my uncle?”
The constable had the good grace to blush, but stuck his impressive chest out a bit more when Thomas ambled up the steps, an obnoxious swagger in his stride. The constable turned his attention back on me, his light eyes showing a hint of remorse. No salty tears spilled from those oceanic blues, though.
“I’m truly sorry, Miss Wadsworth,” he said. “If it were my decision alone I’d send everyone on their way. Believe me when I say I’ve got nothing against your uncle.”
He smiled shyly, something strangely out of character for a man who had the build and confidence of an Olympian.
“In fact, I’ve always admired the sort of work he’s done. Orders came from high up, though, and I can’t ignore them, even if I wanted to.”
It was hard to imagine someone who spoke so well choosing the life of a simple policeman. I narrowed my eyes, noticing the extra decorations on his uniform; he was a high-ranking officer, then. He was no simple policeman, he was of nobility to hold such an esteemed office at his young age.
My gaze traveled back up to his face. The fine bones and sharp angles of his cheeks and square chin made him quite handsome. He was most certainly highborn. Facially, he looked like a younger, more handsome version of Prince Albert Victor, sans mustache.
“What did you say your name was?” I asked.
Thomas rolled his eyes. “He didn’t, Wadsworth. But you already knew that. Get on with your flirtation so we might get on with our actual purpose for being here.”
I glared at Thomas, but the young man paid him no mind. “I apologize for my rudeness, miss. I’m Superintendent William Blackburn. I’m responsible for the four hundred eighty constables here in Highgate.”
His name sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite place where I’d heard it. Perhaps I’d read it in some paper with connection to our murders.
Thomas interrupted my muddied thoughts. “Seems you’ve employed every last one of them to trample through this home,” he muttered, shoving aside an officer before marching in to assess the situation himself.
I wanted to strangle him for being so rude. Superintendent Blackburn might be able to give us answers we’d otherwise not be privy to. For all his superior intelligence, Thomas could be downright obtuse when it came to dealing with people. If I had to befriend the devil in order to help Uncle, so be it.
I found myself apologizing. “He’s a little high spirited, please forgive his impolite behavior. He can be quite…” I trailed off.
Thomas Cresswell was not charming to anyone other than me occasionally, nor was he polite on a good day. Mother would have instructed me to not utter a word when a kind one couldn’t be discovered, so that’s precisely what I did.