In a Latitude of Temperance (The Adventures of Ichabod Temperance Book 5) by Ichabod Temperance Read Free Book Online Page A

GnuTerry’?”
    “Ah-yeeeeessss.”
    “You have two guests here under the reservations of Count D. Send for these men at once!”
    “Oh, si Senor. I sendsi my boysi to get the fancy one of your party. Butsah, the other one, he is right around here’s the somewhere’s I am thinking. Oh, yoodally-hoo. Senor Steele? Where are you to be hiding? Comes out, comes out, wherevers you ares.”
    We all look around the lobby but the room is empty. There is no one here. The room is absolutely empty and no one is here except a timid little fellow sitting in a corner. He has a beaming smile clamped on his sunny features. Swinging his feet back and forth for they do not quite reach the floor from the edge of the chair on which he sits, he holds a small velise in his lap and looks at us expectantly.
    “Heh, h-nnn-theese one eest heem? H-h-h-h-ey you, you are not the Scottish scientist Pol Steele are you?”
    “Tee, hee! Oh, aye, it is I, the one and only Pol Steele right enough, me dearies! I very much am the man ye be seekin’, I’ll not den’nae. I am very happy tae’ makes all ye’re acquaintances!”
    “Howdy, howdy, there Mr. Steele, my name’s Ichabod Temperance. I have been fascinated by your work with the manipulation of electrical power. You sure do got some brilliant ideas, sir!”
    “Tee, hee! Oh, thank ’ye Icksi m’boy. I have heard of your amazing inventions as well, m’lad. Tell me, do you have your ‘Green Beauties’ with ye’?”
    “I never leave home without ’em, sir.”
    “Tee, hee! Aye, that bae grand, m’bucko! Now then, who might this pretty young lassie be?”
    “My name is Persephone Plumtartt, Mr. Steele, and I am so happy to meet you. Welcome to our happy little troupe.”
    “Thank you so much, Persephone, bhoughtte ye cannnae bae as charmed tae meette me as I to set eyes on you, m’louovely lass. Aye, you’re trouoly a bed o’ clover for these Scottish peepers.”
    “Mr. Steele,” I say with a deep bow as I extend my hand, “My name is Diego Ignatio Ricardio MontelKahn, and I would like to say how very pleasant it is to meet such an esteemed member of the scientific community.”
    “And the same to you, m’ overly handsome Spanish Conquistador.”
    “And now wae ‘ave this pale git in the mouonkey suit. Dinnae tells me! Ye’re ahnuhther that suffers frae an ounfortounate allergy to the light of the Sun?”
    “Ha, ha! Yes, Herr Steele, but staying out of the Sun has kept my skin looking young for more years than I can count, ha, ha!”
    “Heh,heh,heh, h-e-w-where eez nnyour retainer, Herr Steele?”
    “Wae jus’ looks around behoind ye, here he is nouw!”
    The company turns as one to look upon the next member of our group. Unbelievably, I find myself struck with the awe. Now I know how the world feels when they look at me, Diego Ignatio Ricardio MontelKahn, for this man is incredible! A magnificent black man regards us from the balcony. The tightly curled hair of his race is immaculately cut in a dashing form. A well trimmed mustache extends across the top of his lip to then plunge straight down to either side of his mouth, not unlike a Chinese Mandarin. His self-assured and confident movements are that of nobility. As he steps down the stairs, his physique is boldly displayed in the tailored cut of his shiny tuxedo. He too, is like the Count Sezami, with the black silk cape and red lining. A few tasteful pieces of jewelry on his fingers, throat and a tiny sparkle in one ear betray a weakness for the allure of diamonds. Moving as I did, that is, straight for the beautiful woman in the room, he goes to Senorita Plumtartt and starts to take her hand in a kiss. However, he hesitates and then withdraws with a smile and a short bow as he takes notice of the palm leaf crucifix the attractive girl wears pinned to her blue dress.
    “ Goood evening, my friends. I apologize for keeping you waiting. Please allow me the honour of introducing myself. My name is Count Onyx’Ula. I