Chapter 9London, August 26, 1885
Track One Derailment
“You all right?” Katarina asked in a whisper, catching hold of his wrist to stop him.
Maxwell leaned against the wall and shut his eyes tight against the dizziness for a moment. At one end of the corridor, huddled in the entryway and no doubt wondering why they had not been invited inside, Ernie and two of his brethren staggered under the weight of the message they bore. Four of Locksley’s men arrested, the only charge as yet breaking curfew, but it was not at all clear they would stand up to questioning. At the other end, hidden in the shabby little sitting room, a seventeen-year-old Elizabeth Barton and a twenty-year-old William Carrington gazed with marveling and horrified eyes at the horrific future into which they had somehow st
