Chapter Nine
The Dashboard and the H-Pad
“Even the footmen laughed at Legless’s books. Some even used them as footstools.”—A footman’s diary
The last half an hour of barking had been erased from Izzie’s mind, along with any reason why she was barking. Instead she woke to find a funny-looking woman playing “give it to me”—her favorite game—as something in her mouth was giving her a warm tingling.
“It’s in the H-Pad,” muttered DBO.
“Is that so?” muttered the footman.
“Yes, you see, I flicked the head-buzzing switch here and turned the connector knob beside it.”
“Impressive.” The footman pulled some oil from the shelf with a massage, ma’am? look.
“The head buzzing has the effect of electroconvulsive therapy, but without the seizures.” She paused with pride. “We are civilized—unlike Ea
