When they were out of earshot, I said to Lizzie, “Obviously, you’ve heard.”
“Yes. And I’m afraid I have even worse news. We’ve just had word from one of our people who’s a clerk at the courthouse that they’re going to transport him to England by the end of the week.”
Chapter Nineteen
In Which
I Must Draw Upon
All My Resources
“They’re what?” I blurted, stammering in my shock. “But why? There hasn’t been time for a trial. They only arrested him yesterday.”
“I think that’s the point. The governor is already facing scandal. It would be even worse if someone associated with his family were to be tried for treason. If they send him to England, it keeps things quieter here, and it doesn’t make as much of a martyr out of Lord Henry. They’re probably hoping the whole affair will be forgotten here.”
“If they take him away, we’ll never see him again,” I said. My whole body suddenly felt heavy with despair.
“Probably not. Even if he’s not executed, it would be nearly impossible for him to get back to the colonies.”
“Executed?” I yelped.
“That is the standard penalty for treason.”
“We can’t let that happen! We have to save him.”
“I’m not sure there’s much we can do. They’re holding him at the fort. That’s not the sort of place where we can easily stage a jailbreak.”
“But we have people on the inside who could help.”
“And risk their positions? We need those resources.”
“And we need Henry. Without him, we’ll have a much harder time getting magister support.”
“Even if you get him out, he won’t be able to keep playing his regular role. You and the children won’t be able to live with him. He’ll be a fugitive.”
“Just like the Rebel Mechanics he helped escape from the city,” I reminded her. “You owe him. You’d all be in prison and your machines would be scrap metal if he hadn’t helped you.”
She sighed and glanced over to where Colin and the girls were returning with paper cones of roasted nuts. “I’ll see what we can do. If you can find a way to get him out of the fort, we may be able get him out of the city and to safety. How likely is it that you’ll be able to move freely?”
“For now, we’re staying at the house. I only have to worry about the servants or the children noticing my movements.”
“Then see what you can do and let me know. You’ll have to act quickly. There’s a government ship sailing for England on Friday, and odds are, he’ll be on it.”
Colin and the girls reached us, and we said our farewells to Lizzie and Colin before heading back toward home. Flora was starry-eyed, and Olive was excited about the roasted nuts coated in cinnamon and sugar. “Colin is really nice, and he’s funny,” Olive said.
“He is nice, isn’t he, Miss Newton?” Flora said. “I don’t think he’s the least bit insincere.”
“He told me to get the cinnamon nuts because they’re better,” Olive added.
“Don’t eat them all at once. You’ll spoil your dinner,” I said as I escorted them across the street.
My mind was already scrambling to create a plan. I knew so many people who had contacts or who were strategically placed. Surely I could use those contacts now. The difficult part would be finding a way to get Henry out of the fort. After that, I was certain the Mechanics could get him to safety, if they were willing to help.
When the music master arrived, I left the girls with their piano lessons and claimed Lizzie had informed me during our meeting in the park that one of our mutual friends was ill, so I needed to go look in on her. Mrs. Talbot offered to retrieve Rollo from school for me.
Lizzie hadn’t wanted to risk any of our highly placed operatives, but what I had in mind was lower down the scale. The people no one ever noticed might be just the group to pull off something like this. I didn’t personally know any of the laundresses or scullery maids at the fort, but I was sure that some of my shopgirls and laundresses would know someone.
The “sick friend” gave me the ideal excuse to visit the florist shop, where I put out the word of who I needed to find. From there, I caught a ride on the secret subway heading downtown. I checked in at my usual shops, but I didn’t have much luck in anyone knowing the sort of people I needed. My last stop was the laundry, where I was relieved to find my contact at the counter and no other customers.
I quickly explained my situation, and she smiled. “I have friends who work there. We may be able to get in and out, but not to the cells.”
“Could they tell me more about how things work, who might be able to get to the cells?”
“They might. I will have to ask. I will see them tonight. Can you come back tomorrow?” Just then, the door opened and a customer entered. The counter girl wrote out a ticket, handed it to me, and said, “Ready tomorrow.”
I wasn’t sure how I would manage to get away again, but right now, I didn’t care. Even if I had to vanish along with Henry, I had to get him to safety. I wasn’t sure how long I’d manage to keep my position, anyway. The governor seemed pleased with my work, but I knew he wanted to send Flora and Rollo to England—her to find a husband, him to boarding school. Even if I risked it all, I wasn’t really risking much.
Back home, I claimed that my friend was very ill and would surely need me to look in on her again the next day. I felt guilty for the sympathy the children and Mrs. Talbot expressed, but I knew my lies were for a good cause. And I did truly have a friend in distress who needed my help.
But apparently, my lies weren’t quite as polished as I would have liked. Flora stopped me as we left the dining room after dinner and said, “What are you up to?”
“Whatever do you mean?” I asked, knowing my tone didn’t sound as flippant as I would have liked.
“Do you have some sort of plan to help Henry?”
“What makes you think that I’m the kind of person who could do anything for him?”
“I think that there’s more to your friends than you let on.”
“Such as?”
“Colin—Mr. Flynn—looked very different this time, like he was in disguise, and he and his sister seemed to be in the park looking for you. I noticed that he came up with an excuse to get Olive and me away from you so that you could talk to Miss Flynn. If he’d only wanted to flirt with me, he wouldn’t have included Olive. Then you let us go with him. You know he and I have a very improper attachment, so it would have been your job as chaperone to stay with us.”
“I didn’t think you’d do anything untoward in front of Olive.”
“I wouldn’t do anything untoward anyway. I know better. Are you doing something to help Henry? Because if you are, I want to help. What can I do?”
I studied her face for a long moment. Her eyes were steely and her jaw was firmly set. For once, I could see some family resemblance between her and her uncle. I decided that I had to trust her. She could prove quite useful. “I don’t know yet. We’ll have to act quickly because I hear they’re sending him to England by the end of the week.”
“He really is guilty, isn’t he? I’ve always known he had radical views, but he’s been doing things. He just acts like a silly amateur scientist, but I know that’s not what he’s really like. It’s like his secret identity.”
“Whatever gave you that idea?”
“You’re not the only person in this house with a weakness for pulp novels, Miss Newton.”
“Really?”
“Well, I can’t let that sort of thing get out. I have a reputation to uphold.”
“One way you can help me is by taking over Olive’s lessons in the morning. I have to go meet with my contacts and see if the plan is shaping up.”
“I’ll have my maid get me up early. Then you can go visit your ‘sick friend.’”
*
This surprising turn of events made my life easier. The next morning, Flora appeared at breakfast
and took care of Olive, so after I dropped Rollo off at school I was able to head directly downtown. My friend intercepted me on the street corner nearest the laundry.
“Oh good, perfect timing!” she said. “I was hoping you would come this morning, and right when I go on break you appear. That is a good omen. Come, we must talk. There are people you should meet.”
She guided me down a set of steps into a basement. The air in there was so warm and damp that I struggled to breathe for a moment. It was a laundry room, where women stirred great vats of steaming water. They glanced at us as we entered, but went back to their work.
My friend took me through the laundry to a small room at the back, where several women waited. One was Chinese, like my friend. Another was a tall, heavyset woman with curling fair hair. The third was dark-skinned and wiry. As was usual in these circumstances, no introductions were made.
“They all work at the fort,” my friend said. “Your friend is there.”
The Chinese girl said something in her language, and my friend translated, “She says they can get you in and out through the laundry.”
“I can get you close to the cells, if you don’t mind pushing a broom,” the dark-skinned woman said. “I’m on the night cleaning crew. No one ever looks at us, so that much should be easy. The trick will be getting the cell open. I don’t know how to get keys.”
I could pick an ordinary lock in a house, but I doubted the lock to a cell would be so easy. I thought for a moment that I might be able to use magic to open the lock, but then I realized that they would have to do something to keep magic from working in order to hold a magister prisoner.
“Do you know anything about the locks?” I asked.
“I haven’t paid much attention. The day crew cleans inside the cells. They aren’t opened for us.”
“The locks are strong,” the blond woman said in a thick German accent. “You cannot break them. There is an iron plate behind them so the prisoners can’t reach them from inside their cells.” That might be what blocked the magic, I thought, which meant they might be opened magically from outside. Even so, I knew I’d better have a backup plan.
“Do you know where they keep the keys?” I asked.
“You will not be able to get to them. They are in the office, where there is always a jailer.”
“So, you can get me in through the laundry, then get me to the cells as a charwoman,” I summarized. “If we can get my friend out of the cell, do you have a way to get him back to the laundry?”
“How good does he look in a dress and apron?” the dark-skinned woman asked with a grin.
“He’s rather tall, I’m afraid. People would notice a woman that tall. But perhaps he could crouch under a long skirt. Then how do we get him out through the laundry?”
The Chinese girl said something, and my friend, who’d been relaying the conversation to her all along, translated for us, “No one counts the number of laundresses who go in and out. We wait for a shift change. But we will not have very long before his absence is noticed.”
“I might be able to do something to keep the escape from being noticed, and I have ways of getting him quickly out of the area,” I said. At least, I hoped I did. “When will we be able to do this? Time is of the essence.”
“How about tonight?” the German woman asked. “You will come in with us when we start work at eight. You should wait before going to the cells because there isn’t another shift change until four.”
“Tonight? That doesn’t give me much time to have everything else in place, but I can do it.” I had to do it.
We finalized the details about when and where I would meet them, and my mind was already racing ahead to everything else I needed to set up. I needed to get the Mechanics ready to get Henry out of the city, and I felt like I’d need some other help. The biggest gaps in the plan were how to get Henry out of his cell and how to get him to the subway that could take him almost to the edge of the city. There were far too many blocks between the fort at the lower tip of Manhattan and the lowest station.
I didn’t actually know where Lizzie spent her days, but I headed to her boardinghouse to look for her. Her landlady directed me to the theater. “They’re in rehearsals,” she said with a wink.
Nat was watching the door at the theater and let me inside. The place was still set up as a theater, with no sign of Mechanics activity, but I heard Colin’s voice coming from the balcony. I hurried up the stairs, remembering the night not so long ago when Henry and I had come to warn them about the raid. I hoped the Mechanics remembered that night as vividly as I did.
I found that Lizzie was also there, along with Alec and some of the others. “I’ll be getting Henry out of the fort at four in the morning,” I said without preamble. “I’ll need help getting him out of the city soon afterward. Are you going to help me?”
“You sound very certain that you can get him out,” Alec said, frowning.
“I am. I have a plan, and I have help.”
“If you can get him out of the city to the airship hangar, we can get him to safety. But that’s about all we can do.”
“But what about the subway? Wouldn’t that be safer?”
“I’m not sure the subway would be of much use because by the time you get him there, the alert may already have gone up and he won’t make it across the bridge. That’s a long way from the fort.”
“I know,” I said.
“And there will be a manhunt,” he added. “They’ve been patrolling more heavily since we escaped.”
“I know. Don’t you think I know?” I snapped. “Do you think I shouldn’t try?”
“I didn’t say that,” Alec said.
“But you’re thinking it. What’s one more magister to you? Even if I free him, he’s no use to you anymore. He won’t have access to his money or to his friends. But he’s been there for me, and he’s been there for you. He’s the one who took the risk to get the information that may bring down the government and kick off your precious revolution. We all owe him, even if he’s no good to us anymore.”
“We’ll help,” Lizzie said, standing up and shooting the men a glare. “But there’s not a lot we can do right now aside from moving him out of the city and giving him sanctuary.”
“You can create a diversion,” I said. “Perhaps another midnight riot? Something big enough to draw troops away from the fort.”
“We don’t have our machines to really make a fuss, but I suppose we could come up with something. Did you have a particular place in mind?” Colin asked.
“The neighborhood near the fort would be good. And maybe somewhere else on the island, earlier in the evening.”
“We’re very good at making noise,” he assured me, grinning in a way that told me plans were already brewing in his head.
“Is there anything else you want from us?” Alec asked. I thought I detected a trace of sarcasm in his voice, but I ignored it.
“Can you teach me to pick locks?” I asked, abruptly coming up with an idea.
“Pick locks?” Alec asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I have a plan for getting the cell open, but I want a backup plan. I know how to pick easy locks—I can open just about any door in a house with a hairpin—but I suspect a cell door might be an entirely different story and would require more specialized tools.”
The other man who’d been sitting silently during this discussion grinned. “I can teach you,” he said in a brogue heavier than Colin’s. “I can’t guarantee you’ll be an expert with one lesson, but if you already know the basics, it could be possible.” He rose from his seat and gestured for me to follow him.
We went down to a basement workroom, where he got out a set of tools and some heavy padlocks. “These should be about the same size as you’ll find in a cell door. They’re a different kind of lock, but the principle is the same.”
I spent the next hour working on my lock-picking skills. Real locks were trickier than the simple latch of a bedroom door. It took me se
veral minutes to do what my teacher managed in seconds, but I thought that if I also used magic, that might help. He gave me the tools I’d need and a padlock to practice on.
By the time I returned home just after lunchtime, I’d fleshed out my plan. Flora met me on the stairs and gave me a pointed look before pulling me into the library. “So?” she demanded.
“I have something arranged for tonight, but I’ll need your help.”
“Anything.”
“We need to pay some calls this afternoon.”
“Pay calls at a time like this? Will we even be admitted?”
“Nothing has made the newspapers, so I don’t know who knows about it. But the brothers of a couple of your friends are part of Henry’s group, and I’ll need their help. If you visit your friends, I’ll have a chance to talk to these men.”
“Then calls it is!” I was impressed with—and a little alarmed by—her enthusiasm.
*
Later that afternoon, we set out, first to Lady Charity’s home. Flora gave me a meaningful glance as she pointedly left me alone in the foyer. Soon afterward, Philip appeared and gestured for me to join him under the stairs. “Is there news of Henry?” he asked.
“He’s being held at the West Battery fort, and they’re planning to transport him to England.” Before he could get indignant, I hurried to add, “But I’ve got a plan to get him out tonight. I’ll need your help. Your whole gang’s help. Do you remember the night you robbed the payroll delivery at the fort?”
“You know about that?”
“I helped. We’ll need a similar getaway. Can you get a boat near there? A fast one? I’m not sure we’ll be able to rely on stealth or even subterfuge. The drunken party gambit won’t work this time.”
“I can arrange something, I’m sure. What time?”
“By four in the morning. That’s when we’re most likely to be able to slip away. You’ll want to be west of the fort. Things are likely to be unpleasant to the east at that time.”
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