CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
“Anything yet, Esther?” Oliver asked.
Esther was holding the spyglass up, glancing about her as they hurried along the alleyways, heading back toward central London. Since leaving the London School for the Future-Sighted, they’d been pacing the streets for ages with no luck at all.
“Not yet,” she said. “It’s not easy when you don’t know what you’re looking for.”
“What about the amulet?” Ralph asked.
Oliver touched it and shook his head. “Still cold.”
They hastened their pace until it was somewhere between a fast walk and a run. Before long they reached the banks of the Thames. Even at this time of night the merchant boats were sailing.
They hadn’t walked even ten paces alongside the river when the earth suddenly began to tremble.
“What’s going on?” Esther stamme
