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The dining room had gotten stuffy with the scent of heavy perfume and sweaty bodies even though the bulk of the dinner crowd had cleared out. Henry didn't know what was wrong with the airship's ventilation system, but he hoped Viero had his best engineers on it. He finally made it to the outer deck, where the bracing air cleared away the fog from his brain and odors from his nose. He wasn't accustomed to drinking so much wine.
A flash of light caught his peripheral vision, and he turned to see the windows from the upper deck of the first-class cabins were dark except for one. At first, he thought someone moved about with a candle, but then he recognized the phosphorescent light from the torches like the Marquis and Monsieur Firmin had in the hold. A quick mental trip through the upper
