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at the best of times was eccentric in both his manners and his dress. Still, Rue could hardly have supposed even Percy to be so rash as to head out at night… hatless.
    â€œHe read an article, Lady Captain. Got quite steamed up about it. I’ve never seen him so pipped.”
    â€œHe does have red hair. You know those rumours about the temper.” Rue tried to console him.
    â€œYes, Lady Captain, I do. But this was more serious than red hair.”
    Rue frowned. “What was the paper about?”
    â€œIt was a recent publication from the Royal Society. You know, the type that announces the latest discoveries. I didn’t see the particulars.”
    Rue didn’t press the matter. It was Virgil’s job to take care of Percy’s person, not his mental stability – questionable as that may be.
    â€œWell, if I were Percy and
very
upset, I should head to my library. We should try there first.”
    Prim brightened. “Oh yes! What a good idea. Naturally, he would go there.”
    Rue was pleased to have come up with a plan. “To
The
Spotted Custard
, then. And, Dama, I shall be careful, I promise.”
    Lord Akeldama looked slightly nonplussed.
    As they closed the door to the townhouse behind them, Rue said to Primrose, “Out with it. What else is there that you didn’t want Dama to overhear?”
    Prim looked at her sideways, cheekily. “You guessed?”
    Rue only gave her a look. A look that reminded her that they had spent almost twenty years in each other’s company.
    They climbed into Prim’s carriage. Fortunately, it wasn’t nearly as ostentatious as Lord Akeldama’s. It did belong to another vampire, the Baroness Tunstell, Primrose’s mother. But Queen Ivy’s outrageous taste ran to fashion more than transport, since she never left the hive. Thus her carriage was pretty and proudly crested – a rampant hedgehog wearing an old-fashioned feathered bonnet – but built for speed and manoeuvrability, not first impressions. Rue suspected Aunt Ivy’s Egyptian vampires had a hand in its purchase. They were the type to think along more subtle lines.
    The door closed behind Virgil, who’d given the driver instructions to the
Custard
’s mooring place.
    Prim finally deemed it safe to talk openly. “Virgil says that
strange men
have been round asking after Percy. We’re both worried my difficult brother has offended the wrong person at last. Someone with real power and not the usual cadre of academics. Apparently, they asked all sorts of questions and were quite the most suspicious-looking fellows.”
    Virgil nodded his agreement. “Most suspicious, Lady Captain. They even asked about the ship and the crew.”
    â€œAh, I see your concern. Percy is always a bit of a problem, but this could be serious.”

TWO

In Which Percy Proves Difficult and No One Is Surprised
    T he drive continued in companionable silence, until Primrose blurted out, “Oh, Rue, there’s something else. I can’t wait to tell you any longer. I’m to be engaged!”
    â€œAgain? This will be what, number three in the two weeks since we’ve been home? Aren’t you laying it on a little thick?”
    â€œWell, if someone hadn’t played tiddlywinks with my reputation while we were in India, I wouldn’t need to establish a solid air of respectability.”
    â€œI hardly see how three engagements in so short a time helps.”
    â€œThey have all been
very
respectable men.”
    â€œYes, you appear to be working your way slowly through the upper levels of Her Majesty’s Airtight Puffed Doubloon, dirigible regiment extraordinaire.”
    Primrose appeared crestfallen at Rue’s lack of enthusiasm.
    Rue tried to buck up. “Oh very well, why don’t you tell me all about him? Distract us from the problem of Percy.”
    Primrose did. Prattling on about strong lines and well-turned thighs and a