OF FREEDOM AND EMPIRE“Papa. Oh, what have they done to you?” The tears came in a flood as she tore herself from Headlock and ran to her father’s side. “Papa, it is I, Grace.”
The frail man hung unmoving and oblivious to all.
Flinging her gloves to one side, Grace set about the bindings that tied her father to the clockwork machine.
“Professor Grace,” Headlock tried lifting the old man’s head with a gentleness that belied his earlier fury.
“I cannot undo his bindings, Mortimer,” Grace wept all the more as her ineffectual fingers tore at the Nazis’ rope.
“Stand back,” Mortimer ordered, leaning forward. With one arm steadying the old man, Mortimer reached into his pocket and produced a wooden handle that flicked out at his touch into a knife of wicked sharpness. Four slices later, he hel
