Brilliant Devices (26 page)

She needed to speak with Lady Dunsmuir. Surely an empire
as big as theirs needed folks with the skills to ferry things around?

She looked over to where the Dunsmuirs were laughing with the count and clinking glasses with him, when the music started up. What was it with these Prussians that everything they played was a waltz? And worse, there was Andrew Malvern heading her way like one of those mining engines under full steam.

“Oh, blast.” She put her cup and saucer down and turned to Jake. “Dance with me.”

“Wot?” He goggled at her as if she’d given him orders to fling himself off the top of the fuselage.

“I don’t want to dance with Mr. Malvern, and he’s headed this way. It’s an act of charity, Jake. Get a move on.”

“I dunno ’ow to dance, Captain!”

“Just
get
me
out
on the
floor
,” she said between her teeth.

He grasped her in a fair approximation of a waltz hold, and she realized that he had grown four or five inches while no one was looking. “One two three, one two three. Just move your feet. That’s it.” Well, this was a blessing. A lifetime of being nimble on his feet in order to survive seemed to be paying off—he picked up the rhythm much more quickly than she had in her few lessons in Edmonton. “Now lengthen your
step—I want lots of people between us and him.”

Within a few bars of music, he had done what she asked. 

“Well, done, Jake. Remind me to cut you hazard pay for this.”

“Any pay ’
ud be good, Captain … one two free, one two free.”

“Point taken. Now see if you can
—”

“Excuse me, may I cut in?”

A large body in a black dinner jacket levered Jake out of the way. She got a glimpse of the boy’s astonished face before she thought to look up at the man who had removed him so cavalierly—and so efficiently.

“E
vening, Alice,” Frederick Chalmers said as he waltzed her smoothly into the whirling stream of dancers circumnavigating the salon. “You sure do clean up nice.”

Alice was so gobsmacked that even the swear words that might have been appropriate to the situation fled her empty skull. The best she could manage was a lame, “What are you doing here?”

Chalmerstzed widter she would not think of him as Pa, she just wouldn’t—whirled her into a spin and caught her on the other side of it without missing a step. “I’m trying to find a way to apologize to my daughter without getting shot.”

“I didn’t mean that. I meant, how did you get past the officers at the gangplank when half the camp thinks you’re responsible for the sabotage at the mine?”

For six full bars of music he stared into her face as if he
were trying to translate what she’d said from Navapai to Esquimaux. Finally, he said, “You’ve been here less than a day and you’ve heard this?”

“Is it true?” If he could butt in on her nice evening with society folks, then she could butt in on his peace of mind. If he had any.

“It is not. And I am sorry you had to ask. But it’s my own fault, isn’t it, for not providing you with a father you could trust.”

Well, that took the gas out of her
balloon good and proper. Maybe she should just shut up and hope that Andrew Malvern would come and cut in. Because getting to the end of this waltz seemed about as simple as flying back to Edmonton in the next three minutes.

“Please don’t lift tomorrow,” he said quietly, his breath disturbing her hair. “I would consider it a gift to spend a few hours with you and find out what kind of woman you’ve become.”

Alice tried to think of a scathing reply, but mostly she just wanted to pull out of his arms and find a pair of drapes behind which she could cry.

“I never stopped loving you, dear
ling,” he said. “I know what they’re saying about me and the Esquimaux here, and I know Reggie Penhaven will probably have me arrested as soon as he knows I’m aboard, but it was worth the risk to find you and say my say while I could.”

“Is there a price on your head here, too?”

“As soon as they manufacture some proof, I’m sure there will be.”

“But why? What have they got against you? The Dunsmuirs seem like decent sorts—they know who I am and they’ve treated me downright civil.”

“So you’ve told them you’re related to me?”

“Well, sure. That’s the whole reason I came all the way from Resolution. I tracked you to Santa Fe and then to Edmonton … and then here.”

She felt like a fool for admitting it, but it was the truth. When he didn’t reply, she looked up, and was stunned into silence a second time by the expression in his eyes.

His wet eyes, blazing with admiration, with grief, and … with love. For her.

“You tracked me from one end of the continent to the other?” he breathed at last. “No wonder you were so angry. You went through all that, and I must have seemed like ten kinds of yellow-bellied coward for not being willing to do the same.”

Another whirl, and she found herself being danced down a short corridor and into what appeared to be
a galley. It was narrow, and cramped, and empty but for racks of dinner plates and cups.

Frederick Chalmers released her, allealley. l except for her gloved hand, which he held the way some people held gold, in both hands.

She had not been prepared for honesty. It was one thing for
her
to say her say and call things as she saw them. It was another altogether to have someone be just as honest with her. It left her nowhere to hide, no smart remarks behind which to take offense, no lies and affectations to poke fun at and gain the upper hand.

It left only herself, in her
silken finery, feeling lost and naked in the cold.

“Yes,” she said at last. “That’s exactly how I felt. But that’s no reason for you to come here and risk getting tossed in the brig.”

“They need proof for that, and since it’s all rumor and innuendo and third-hand information, it’s not likely they’ll find any by the end of the evening.”

“But why? That’s what I
don’t get. The Dunsmuirs don’t—”

“It isn’t the Dunsmuirs. I don’t want to say any more in case I’m wrong, and
to burden you with knowledge might harm you.”

“I know a thing or two, Pa. I know that the Dunsmuirs trust the Esquimaux who work here, and the folks in your village. And I know there’s someone out there who do
esn’t want Count von Zeppelin’s ships to land anywhere but New York City. And I know—”

His grip on her hand tightened. “What do you know of that? Alice, keep your voice down. Men
can be killed for saying things like that out loud.”

“But it’s true,” she whispered. “
Men have already been killed. They nearly got Claire and me—it was only chance that we didn’t get shot full of bullets with tiny propeller engines and
M.A.M.W.
stamped on ’em.” She tugged her hand out of his. “Ow.”

“I’m sorry, d
earling. You just—you surprised the stuffing out of me. Please tell me you haven’t said any of this to anyone.”

“Just
to Claire and the kids.”

“Kids? Are you serious? Children are being burdened with this knowledge?”

“They’re not ordinary kids,” she said dryly. “Those twin girls with us—they know everything.”

“They can’t. You can’t. Alice, it’s worth your life to speak of this.”

She eyed him. “You sound like some kind of spy. What are you really doing up here?”

Now he
slid the galley door closed and locked it. His voice dropped to barely above a whisper. “You’ve got your ma’s brains, and that’s a fact. So it has happened already? The count knows his life is in danger?”

“
Hard to avoid it, when a bullet creases your head and lays you out. But like you say, there’s no proof. Someone shot at us, and the bullets’ engine casings have those initials on them, but that don’t mean adonthenything. Lizzie found something similar under one of the cargo ships, too, but—” She shrugged. Said out loud like that, most sane people would just roll their eyes and sidestep away.

“On the contrary, it means a great deal. Alice, are you acquainted with the count? I mean, outside of being in the vehicle when the attempt was made?”

“It does tend to bring strangers together,” she said dryly. “I guess I’m on speaking terms. He wants to talk with me about my automatons.”

“I do, too, but it will have to wait for a sunny day and crisp snow.” She must have looked confused, for he smiled and said, “It’s something Malina says. Alice, I must be quick. You must find a way to convince the count to leave here as soon as possible. By dawn at the latest.”

“How d’you expect me to do that?”

“I am sure you can find a way.”

“But Pa, I can’t just waltz up to one of the greatest men in the world and say, excuse me, sir, but a suspected saboteur says you’re to leave pronto. Why would he do anything but laugh and pat me on the head?”

“Because I have reason to think there will be another attempt if he stays much longer. If not tonight, then definitely during the tour of the mine tomorrow. They mean to blame it on poor management by the Dunsmuirs, thus discrediting the family and destroying the
enterprise here. It might even—” He clamped his lips shut.

“—start
a war?”

He stared at her, his face going so still it might have been turned to stone. “Where did you hear that?” he whispered.

“Nowhere. Claire and Andrew and I were talking of it. Why start a bullet business on a continent where you can’t sell enough to keep it going? The only place you could sell them would be to countries who are at war.”

He drew in a shallow breath, then seemed to force himself to breathe more deeply. More calmly. Finally he was able to speak.

“Governments have fallen for saying such things.”

“Lucky it’s just you and me and the plates and cups, then.” She waited for him to reply, and when he did not, said, “Pa, how do you know all this? What’s a man living in the back of beyond with a lot of Esquimaux got to do with anything?”

He seemed to come back to himself with difficulty. “Thirty days from now I will tell you, when it’s all over.”

“When what’s over?”

“Alice, please just trust me. You must whisper in the count’s ear and get him to lift by dawn. Can you do that?”

“I can probably whisper in his ear, but I don’t fancy
he’s the type to ask how high when I say jump.”

“Just do your best. It is all any of us can do.”

Frustration and about a thousand questions roiled in her gut under the constricting corset. She stared at him, her lips compressed so she wouldn’t blurt out a bunch of swear words, and his gaze softened.

“My dear brave girl. Have I told you how proud I am ow p>

She shook her head. “You ain’t spoken to me in fourteen years, Pa.”

“But I have. Every day. Every time I learned something new, I shared it with you in my head. Every time I saw a new landscape, I imagined exploring it with you. And every time the pigeons came back, I saw you growing and changing, and my heart broke a little more.”

Now she really had to press her lips together, or she would break down and weep. As it was, the hot prick of tears made her blink. She must not cry. She must not let him see.

“Alice.” He said her name like a prayer. “Whatever happens, I will find you when
what the Esquimaux call the caribou moon—the full moon following the caribou migration—is at its brightest. Our time here is nearly over, anyway. I just wish—”