The Curious Case Of The Clockwork Man by Mark Hodder Read Free Book Online Page A

Flat savannah. No more swamps. There’s lots of wildlife. I shot three gazelles and five vultures this morning!”
    Shooting. Always shooting! God, how Speke loved to kill!
    The water continued to sprinkle onto his face.
    Enough!
    Speke didn’t stop. The droplets fell with greater force, drenching him. He snapped awake.
Bismillah!
Where
’
s
Brunel?
    Looking this way and that, furious with himself, he found that he’d dropped back into the clouds. He tugged angrily at the reins, guiding his bird back upward.
    Emerging into the clear air, he spotted the ornithopter ahead and to the left. It was descending. He followed and the vapour swallowed him again. Moments later he was being tossed around by the wind and rain. Looking down at the streets below, he recognised nothing until he saw the familiar landmarks of Muswell Hill and Alexandra Park. He watched as Brunel steered his ornithopter in a wide arc and settled in Priory Park, a lesser patch of greenery to the southeast.
    After flying a slow circuit around it, the king’s agent swooped in low above the bordering trees and, as they fell away behind him, tugged his release strap. The world somersaulted wildly as he tumbled away from the swan, then the ground swelled up and a terrific impact knocked his senses from him.
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    Burton opened his eyes.
    Why was he lying in the rain? Why was he tangled in material? Why—? Memory returned.
    He stirred, rolled over, pushed canvas and broken spars away, got to his knees, and vomited. His whole body was shaking.
    He groped around until he found the kite’s pocket, pulled his silver-topped, panther-headed cane free, and, leaning heavily upon it, hauled himself to his feet.
    POX JR5 fluttered onto his shoulder.
    Burton fished a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth. As he pulled it away, he saw rain-diluted blood on the square of cotton. He felt his face and discovered a deep gash on the bridge of his nose. Holding the cloth to it, he stumbled across the boggy grass into a nearby thicket.
    He leaned against the bole of a tree. His head ached abominably.
    “Pox. Message for Detective Inspector Trounce,” he croaked. “Message begins. Brunel landed in Priory Park, Crouch End. He is inside the priory. Get here fast. Bring men. Message ends. Go.”
    The parakeet blew a raspberry and departed.
    Burton, concealed in the shadows beneath the huddle of trees, looked out over the lawn at the forbidding old building. The big ornithopter stood in front of its large double doors. The rain drummed loudly on the contraption’s metal fuselage, and tendrils of steam coiled from the funnel.
    Drawing on the remarkable reservoir of strength that had seen him through so many adventures, the king’s agent took off across the lawn and skidded into cover behind the machine. He moved along its side, ducked under a folded wing, and leaned out to look past it at the front of the priory.
    The front doors had opened and light shone from within. The Steam Man clanked into view. Bells chimed: Brunel’s odd and almost incomprehensible mechanical voice. Burton, with his extraordinary ear for languages, was able to discern the words: “Come in out of the rain, Captain.”
    “So much for concealment,” he grunted.
    Straightening, he trudged across to the entrance. With a puff of exhaust fumes, Brunel stood aside.
    “Do not be concerned for your safety,” the engineer rang as Burton stepped in. “Come and warm yourself by the fire. There is someone I want you to meet.”
    The interior of the building had been completely refurbished to accommodate Brunel’s size. Originally, it had been a three-floored property. Now only the upper level survived. The bottom two had been knocked into one enormous space, punctuated by tall iron braces that replaced the supporting walls. A narrow staircase, lacking a banister, ran up the wall to Burton’s left.
    Off to his right, behind wooden screens of Indian design, he could see items of ornate furniture