A Darkness Strange and Lovely (Something Strange and Deadly #2)(70)

“Number seventy-three,” I murmured, but I didn’t go down to the lab.

Nor did anyone come up for me.

Minutes later, just as I moved away from the window, two top hats hurried into a carriage, and I couldn’t help but note that they did not carry an influence machine. I supposed Joseph trusted Daniel’s newer, more portable inventions.

I also couldn’t help but notice Jie’s absence. They might not have been worried about her, but I was.

Yes, I knew Jie could take care of herself. I had seen her barrel through a line of corpses with nothing more than a casual flying kick. Yet why would she leave? And do it all of a sudden with nothing more than a vague note? It was not like her.

So I went to the hotel’s front desk and asked if anyone had seen her. They had not. I asked in the restaurant, the men’s smoking lounge, and even in the shops nearby. But no one had seen a bald

Chinese girl dressed like a boy. Not since yesterday.

As I strode back into Le Meurice’s marble foyer, wishing I had read the note she’d left for Joseph, a voice trilled, “Eleanor!”

I whirled around to find a violet-clad Laure hurrying toward me, her lips at their usual mischievous slant.

“C’est vrai?” She whipped a newspaper from her purse. “Is it true? The Galignani’s Messenger says you and that balloon pilot ’ad a fight.” She glanced down at the tiny print. “Ah, mais oui, the pilot and a second man fought over you in the Square Louvois. The second man was Oliver, non?”

I stared stupidly. “How did that get in the newspaper?”

“Everything is in the newspapers in Paris. Except for me.” She winked. “Though you can ’elp me change that. I want to meet the Spirit-Hunters.”

“You want to meet them?” My brow wrinkled. “I’m afraid none of them are here now—”

“Then introduce me later. Or— je sais! Show me their lab.”

“Really?” I squeaked. “You want to see it?”

“Bien sûr! These Spirit-Hunters are famous! I can imagine my parents’ faces when I return to

Marseille and tell them who I ’ave seen.”

“The lab is probably locked—”

For a moment her face fell. But then she flashed a grin. “Ah well. Then I will merely take a peek at the door of their famous lab, and that will be enough.”

“Well, all right,” I said grudgingly, waving to the stairwell. “I suppose there’s no harm.”

Less than a minute later, we were standing on the second floor and staring at the Spirit-Hunters’ lab door.

Laure marched to it. “Let us try it, oui?”

“I’m certain it’s lock—” I broke off, for Laure had pushed the handle, and it was most assuredly not locked.

She shot me a grin. “Do you think I could ’ave a peek?”

I gulped. I knew Joseph—or Daniel—would disapprove . . . but if we looked inside, I could also quickly search for the note from Jie. “Yes. Hurry.” I strode toward Laure. “We’ll go in, but only for a moment.”

“Parfait.” She eased back the door, and we crept inside, closing it softly behind us. “It smells,” she whispered.

“Because there is a corpse over there,” I murmured, pointing.

She made a gagging sound and instantly pinched her nose. “A corpse?”

“Yes.” I grinned at her. “The Spirit-Hunters do hunt the Dead, after all.” Laure only cringed in response, so, leaving her to stare around the room, I darted toward the windowsill where Jie’s note still lay. I snatched it up and held it to the light.

Gone out. Be back later.

—Jie

For several moments the only sound was Laure’s feet padding over the carpet as she inspected anything and everything. I read the note again. And again and again, my heart picking up speed each time. This was not Jie’s handwriting. It was similar; but after exchanging letters with her for months, I knew her wobbly style. This lettering was too smooth. Too assured.

So what did that mean?

I shot a glance at Laure. She was reading the titles of Joseph’s books and mouthing them to herself, her eyebrows arched high.

My gaze returned to the note. Had Jie been taken? And by whom? For what purpose? In the end it didn’t actually matter—what mattered was that Jie’s absence was bad.

I needed the Spirit-Hunters to return. I needed to tell Joseph to send out all of his new patrol force.

I needed to find Jie.

I could ask Oliver to look, I thought. Except that I was not ready to. I so desperately wanted to trust the demon . . . but I couldn’t. Not after his display yesterday. If only I could talk to Elijah . . . ask him about Oliver and the letters—

My thoughts were interrupted by a choke.

I whirled around—only to find Laure standing beside the butler, her face green. “It smells so strongly.”

I grimaced. “That’s because you’re right beside the body. Come stand here. Next to the window.”

She clasped a gloved hand to her mouth and rushed to my side. As she worked on opening the window, I turned away and tried to refocus my thoughts.

The words of Joseph’s book came to mind. The words about a séance. A longer-dead ghost will require more power and therefore more people.