"May I introduce to you, Dappa, and re-introduce to you, Daniel, my lord Walter Raleigh Waterhouse Weem, Viscount Wragby and Rector of Scanque, Member of Parliament, and Fellow of the Royal Society."

"Hullo, Uncle Daniel!" said Peer, suddenly straightening up. "Very clever of someone to dress him up in a suit of clothing! Was that your conceit?"

Dappa was staring sidelong at Daniel. "I forgot to mention that Peer is my half-great-nephew once removed, or something like that," Daniel explained to him, behind his hand.

"Who are you talking to, uncle?" Peer inquired, looking past Dappa"s head into a void. Then, with a shrug, he continued, "Do you phant"sy my demonstration worked? I did ever so much research research, to get it right."

"I"ve no idea, Wally," Daniel returned, and then looked over at Dappa, who was still frozen in the sidelong-glare att.i.tude. "Dappa, did you understand, from what you just observed, that my lord Wragby, here, is a member of my lord Ravenscar"s ape-tribe, and that he plays a submissive role, fully acknowledging my lord Ravenscar"s dominance?"



"Who are you talking to?" said Peer for the second time.

"To whom are you talking!" Dappa corrected him. Dappa corrected him.

A few moments" silence from Peer, greatly savoured by Roger and Daniel. Peer raised one hand, pointed his index finger at Dappa as if holding him at bay with a pistol, and turned to Daniel with his mouth a-jar.

"What you didn"t know, my nephew," Daniel said, "is that Dappa was, at a very young age, taken aboard ship by pirates as a sort of pet. And these pirates, being a polyglot group, amused themselves by training Dappa to speak twenty-five different languages fluently."

"Twenty-five different languages!" Peer exclaimed.

"Yes. Including better English than you, as you just saw."

"But...but he doesn"t actually understand understand any of them," Peer said. any of them," Peer said.

"No more than a parrot does, when it squawks out a demand for a cracker," Daniel affirmed, then let out a squawk of his own as Dappa kicked him in the shin under the table.

"What a remarkable feat! You should exhibit him!"

"What do you think I"m doing right now?"

"How was the weather yesterday?" Peer inquired of Dappa, in French. Peer inquired of Dappa, in French.

"In the morning it was miserable and rainy," Dappa returned. Dappa returned. "After noon I thought it would clear but, alas, it was still overcast until nightfall. Only as I was getting ready for bed did I begin to see stars shining through gaps between clouds. Could I trouble you for a cracker?" "After noon I thought it would clear but, alas, it was still overcast until nightfall. Only as I was getting ready for bed did I begin to see stars shining through gaps between clouds. Could I trouble you for a cracker?"

"I say, the French pirate who taught him that trick must have been an educated man!" Peer exclaimed. Then he got a look on his face as if he were thinking. Daniel had learned, in his almost seventy years, not to expect much of people who got such looks, because thinking really was something one ought to do all the time. "One would suppose there would be no point in holding a conversation with a man who does not understand what he is saying. And yet he described yesterday"s weather better than I could! In fact, I think I"ll use his wording in tomorrow"s edition!" Again, now, the thoughtful look. "If he could relate other experiences-such as his tete-a-tete tete-a-tete with the d.u.c.h.ess-as faithfully as he recalls the weather, it would make my interview with him ever so much easier. I had come prepared to do it all in grunts and sign language!" And Peer gave a note-book in his hip-pocket an ominous pat. with the d.u.c.h.ess-as faithfully as he recalls the weather, it would make my interview with him ever so much easier. I had come prepared to do it all in grunts and sign language!" And Peer gave a note-book in his hip-pocket an ominous pat.

"I suppose that whenever one speaks in the abstract-which is to say, most of the time-what one is really doing is interacting with some sort of image that is held in the mind," Dappa said. "For example, yesterday"s weather is not here in the Kit-Cat Clubb with us. I cannot feel yesterday"s rain on my skin, nor can I see yester-eve"s stars with my eyes. When I describe these things to you (in French or any other language) I am really engaging in some sort of internal colloquy with a stored image inside of my brain. It is an image I may call up on demand, as a Duke might demand that a certain painting of his be brought down out of the garret. Once it is before my mind"s eye, I may see it as if it were there, and describe it."

"That is all well and good for recollecting what you have gathered in through your senses, and stored in the garret, as it were," Peer said. "So I could ask you to relate your observations of the d.u.c.h.ess of Qwghlm today, and rely on your account. But as you do not understand the conversation you had with her, or indeed the one you are having with me now, I fear your interpretation interpretation of what went on at Leicester House might be wide of the mark." He spoke haltingly, unsure of how to converse with someone who didn"t understand what he was saying. of what went on at Leicester House might be wide of the mark." He spoke haltingly, unsure of how to converse with someone who didn"t understand what he was saying.

Preying on this, Daniel inquired, "But how could he interpret anything anything if he didn"t understand it?" if he didn"t understand it?"

This stopped Peer"s gob for a few awkward moments.

"I would refer you to the work of Spinoza," Dappa said, "whose words are of course perfect gibberish to me, but who wrote in his Ethics Ethics, "The order and connexion of ideas is the same as the order and connexion of things." Meaning that if there are two things, call them A and B, that have a particular relationship to each other, for example, my lord Wragby"s wig, and my lord Wragby"s head, and if I have in my mind an idea of my lord Wragby"s wig, call it alpha, and an idea of his head, call it beta, then the relationship between alpha and beta is the same as that between A and B. And owing to this property of minds, it is possible for me to construct in my head an whole universe of ideas, yet each idea will relate to all of the other ideas in precisely the same way that the things represented by those ideas relate to one another;lo, "tis as if I have created a microcosm "tween my ears, without understanding a bit of it. And some of the ideas may be records of sensory impressions, for example, yesterday"s weather. But others may be abstract concepts out of religion, philosophy, mathematics, or what have you-not that I"d know, since to me they are all a meaningless parade of hallucinations. But insofar as they are all ideas, they are all fungible. Whatever their origins may have been, they are now all con-fused into the same currency, and so I may speak of the Pythagorean Theorem or the Treaty of Utrecht as well as I may speak of yesterday"s weather. To me, they are all just crackers-as are you, my lord Wragby."

"That is quite clear," Peer said vaguely, for he had gone a bit gla.s.sy-eyed round the point where Dappa had begun to use Greek letters. "Tell me, Dappa, were there any German pirates aboard your ship?"

"You mean, native speakers of High-Dutch, or Hochdeutsch Hochdeutsch? Alas, they are a rare breed "mong pirates, for the Germans fear water, and love order. Most of them were Dutchmen. However, there was a prisoner, kept in fetters down in the bilge, a Bavarian diplomat who taught me his language."

"Right then!" And Peer flipped opened his note-book, and began to scan pages filled with laboriously botched cartoons. "Well, Dappa, you may not be aware that we Englishmen dwell on something very much like the sandbars you used to see in your rivers, save that ours is much larger, and free of crocodiles-" He held up a sketch.

"We call it an island," said the Marquis of Ravenscar helpfully.

"There is a great river of cold, salty water," Peer said, holding his arms far apart, "ever so much broader than the distance between my book and my pencil, separating us from a place called Europe which is full of nasty nasty apes. In your system of mental ideas, you might liken it to a lot of monkey-bands who are forever screeching and throwing rocks at each other."

"But sometimes we cross the salty river on things like hollow logs, except much larger," said the Marquis of Ravenscar, now getting into the spirit of things, "and throw a few rocks of our own, just to stay in practice!" He winked at Dappa, who gave back a brooding stare.

"There is a frightfully enormous and strong old gorilla, a silver-back, of whom we are terrified, just over the river."

Dappa sighed, sensing that there was no way out. "I think I"ve seen his image on French coins, he is called Leroy."

"Yes! He owns more bananas than anyone else, has more apes in his tribe, and has thrown a lot of rocks at us."

"That must be very painful indeed," Dappa said, not very sympathetically.

"Yes, quite," said Peer. "But we have a mighty silver-back of our own, a really stupendous and deadly accurate stone-thrower, who, some moons ago, chased Leroy right up a tree! Because of this, our little band, here on our sandbar in the salty river, cannot make out whether to worship and revere our big silver-back as a G.o.d, or fear and revile him as a devil. Now, we have an enormous clearing in the jungle, actually not far from where we are right now, where we convene to make obeisance to a certain female silver-back, rather frail-and where we beat our chests, and throw faeces at each other."

"Ugh! Until you told me that, I was about to say, I should like to see this clearing."

"Yes, it is rather frightful," Roger put in, dismayed by Peer"s similitude, "but we have found throwing faeces preferable to throwing rocks."

"Do you throw your faeces, my lord Wragby?" Dappa asked.

"It is what I do for a living!" answered Peer, shaking his note-book, "and what you see here is the Instrument I use to sc.r.a.pe my Ammunition off the jungle floor."

"May I ask, what is special about this female silver-back, that you should brave flying faecal material to pay homage to her?"

"She holds our Stick of Power," Peer answered, as if that settled it. "Now, to the matter at hand. There are two tribes vying for the favor of the ancient female silver-back. The leader of one of those tribes stands before you." He indicated Roger, who made a courtly bow. "Alas, we have been driven to the periphery of the clearing by the most incredible and sustained faeces-barrage this jungle has ever witnessed; and the terribly, terribly mighty and enormous English silver-back I spoke of was nearly buried alive in it, and withdrew across the cold, salty river to a place named Antwerp, where it is possible for him to sit and enjoy the occasional banana without being struck in the face by a flying t.u.r.d. And we who follow Roger, here, are frightfully curious to know if, and when, our big silver-back is coming back over the river, and whether he might be in a mood to throw any actual stones at any of us if, and when, he does, and whether he has any designs on the Stick of Power."

"And what of Leroy? Is he still up his tree?"

"Leroy is halfway to the ground! And from his distance, with his failing eye-sight, he cannot easily distinguish between apes throwing stones, and apes throwing mere faeces; at any rate, if he thinks we are distracted, why, he"ll scamper right back down to terra firma terra firma like the cheeky monkey he is, and we don"t want that." like the cheeky monkey he is, and we don"t want that."

"If I may ask a direct question, why are you telling me these things, my lord?"

"That nice female you paid a call on earlier today," said Peer, "that most admirable yellow-haired chimp, why, she has just crossed over the cold salty river and returned to our sandbar after sojourning, for many moons, in the jungle that lies off where the sun rises every morning, where a thousand different German-speaking ape-tribes vie for the control of individual trees, or, indeed, individual branches of trees. She came over on a giant hollow log that seemed to have a larger-than-normal number of these German-speaking apes on board. She came from the general direction of the place where our formidable silver-back has been biding his time, and enjoying his bananas. Which band does she belong to? For in the country where she was sojourning dwells another female silver-back, who has the run of several biggish trees, and who has her eye on our Stick. Does your friend belong to her tribe? Or is she in the camp of him who bides his time in Antwerp? Or both, or neither?"

Now it was Dappa"s turn to look glazed. After working this through for a moment, he guessed: "You"re trying to work out whether it would enure to your benefit to hurl some faeces at Eliza."

"I say, you are spot on!" Peer exclaimed. "That Spinozzel chap really was on to something!"

Roger Comstock had a particular way of holding himself, when he wanted to say something, that caused everyone within a pike-length to shut up and turn towards him worshipfully. This everyone now did, because he was holding himself in that way. After collecting himself for a few moments, he held up one hand, thumb tucked into palm, and gave Dappa another wink. "Four silver-backs." The other hand came up, two fingers extended. "Two Sticks of Power. One of them rather firmly in the grip of Leroy and his heirs and a.s.signs. The other, widely seen as being Up for Grabs. So, let us consider the four silver-backs." Now he was holding up both hands, two fingers extended from each. "Two female, two male, all very very old, though, "tmust be allowed, the one in Antwerp is as vigorous as a battle-weary sixty-four-year-old could ever could ever be. The German female has a son, a great oafish gorilla who is going to have our Power-Stick lodged in his fat fist quite soon, if I"ve anything to say about it. Now his mum is hated by the female who presides over our sandbar today; why, she begins to screech and wave the Stick about the moment she detects a whiff of this German on the breeze. So quite naturally the son is be. The German female has a son, a great oafish gorilla who is going to have our Power-Stick lodged in his fat fist quite soon, if I"ve anything to say about it. Now his mum is hated by the female who presides over our sandbar today; why, she begins to screech and wave the Stick about the moment she detects a whiff of this German on the breeze. So quite naturally the son is persona non grata persona non grata here. But here. But he he has a son of his own, and we"d very much like to see him swinging through English trees and eating English bananas as soon as we can get him over here. So-" has a son of his own, and we"d very much like to see him swinging through English trees and eating English bananas as soon as we can get him over here. So-"

"Then don"t throw s.h.i.t at Eliza," Dappa said.

"Thank you."

"Perhaps we should throw a bit bit so it doesn"t look as if we are colluding," Peer suggested, clearly disappointed. so it doesn"t look as if we are colluding," Peer suggested, clearly disappointed.

"Perhaps you should go pick some nits out of her hair, my lord," Dappa returned.

"Thank you, Dappa, that will be all," said Roger sternly, and led Peer away by the elbow.

"Before you ask," Daniel said, "that was a ten."

DAPPA BROODED THROUGH most of the trip to Crane Court. most of the trip to Crane Court.

Daniel ventured: "I hope I did not offend you, you, in the way I dealt with Peer. I could not think of any other way to respond." in the way I dealt with Peer. I could not think of any other way to respond."

"To you, he is just a singular imbecile," Dappa returned. "To me, he is a typical sample of the sort of bloke I need to reach with my books. And so, if I seem distracted, it is not because I am annoyed with you-though I am a little. It is because I am asking myself, what is the point of trying to reach such persons at all? Am I wasting my time?"

"My nephew simply believes whatever the people around him believe," Daniel said. "If every man in the Kit-Cat Clubb proclaimed you King of England, why, he would fall on his knees and kiss your ring."

"This may be true, but it does not help me, or my publisher."

"Your publisher," Daniel said. "The d.u.c.h.ess. She and you were simply talking about selling books, weren"t you?"

"Of course."

"She doesn"t speak to you of those matters that so concern the Whigs."

"Of course she doesn"t. Don"t tell me you were going to ask about it as well?"

"I admit to some curiosity about the d.u.c.h.ess, and what she is up to in London," Daniel said. "I knew her once, Dappa, many years ago. Recently, she has let me know that she means to renew the acquaintance. I do not phant"sy this is owed to my looks, or my charm."

Dappa offered nothing. They rattled on wordlessly for a bit. Daniel sensed that this bit of news had only made Dappa more anxious. "Will it create a tremendous hardship for Minerva Minerva if you follow my advice, and do not unload the anti-fouling plates?" if you follow my advice, and do not unload the anti-fouling plates?"

"It will create the need for a loan," Dappa replied, "which will have to be repaid, in gold, upon our return."

"I can arrange something," Daniel said.

In the dim light scattering into the carriage he could see Dappa"s eyes flick towards the window, a gesture of annoyance. Daniel could guess what he was thinking: what sort of pa.s.s have we come to when we must look to an aged scientist as our banker?

HE INSISTED THAT THE DRIVER let him off at the entrance to Crane Court, rather than squeezing through that narrow arch and driving all the way to the Royal Society"s front door. The short walk would do him some good. He bid Dappa good-bye and tottered on creaky legs through the entrance. The hackney remained where it was for a few moments, keeping an eye on him. But Crane Court was an unlikely place for footpads, as they"d have no way to escape from it if a hue and cry were raised. So presently the horses were given orders to move, and the hackney clattered away, taking Dappa down to White Friars Stairs where he could find a waterman to row him down the Thames to let him off at the entrance to Crane Court, rather than squeezing through that narrow arch and driving all the way to the Royal Society"s front door. The short walk would do him some good. He bid Dappa good-bye and tottered on creaky legs through the entrance. The hackney remained where it was for a few moments, keeping an eye on him. But Crane Court was an unlikely place for footpads, as they"d have no way to escape from it if a hue and cry were raised. So presently the horses were given orders to move, and the hackney clattered away, taking Dappa down to White Friars Stairs where he could find a waterman to row him down the Thames to Minerva Minerva.

Daniel was alone in the familiar confines of Crane Court; and at that moment he was struck by a monstrous thought.

Now, it had been a very long day indeed, beginning with a journey up to the Templar-tomb in Clerkenwell and continuing through Hockley-in-the -Hole, an odd conversation with Peter (Saturn) Hoxton, a refreshing visit to Catherine Barton at Roger"s house, the long-dreaded reunion with Miss Barton"s uncle, and later the Kit-Cat Clubb. Too many threads, and too much information for his stiff old brain to cope with. Any part of the day would have given him plenty to think about during his short stroll from Fleet Street to the door of the R.S. But what his mind seized upon was Isaac"s sedan chair.

Just before and after the explosion, a sedan chair had been poised at the very place where Daniel had just alighted from the hackney, there in the arched tunnel where Crane Court debouched into Fleet Street.

Tonight his way up the Court was nearly barred by a vault-wagon drawn up to exhaust the sewage from one of the town-houses. He diverted round it, desiring to give it the widest berth possible, lest he get splashed. But just before he did, he turned round and looked back toward Fleet, peering through the arch. Golden light was gleaming through from whale-oil street-lanthorns on Fleet, just as on the night of the explosion.

On that Sunday evening, the mysterious sedan chair had been framed in the entry, dead center, a black doorway suspended in the arch of light. It had followed them to that point; paused; waited (or so it seemed) for the explosion; and then it had fled, pursued, briefly, by the hapless Watchman.

Isaac had said something, earlier today, to the effect he"d been shocked to see Daniel traveling in the company of Mr. Threader. This could be interpreted more than one way; but the most straightforward was that he literally had observed the two of them together in Mr. Threader"s carriage.

Which could only have occurred along Fleet Ditch in the minutes before the explosion. Perhaps Isaac had been in that sedan chair. Perhaps it had been nothing more than a coincidence that he had fallen in alongside Mr. Threader"s carriage when he had. Perhaps he had been on his way from some errand-and it would have had to"ve been a very dark and strange one indeed-in the dangerous alleys on the eastern brink of the Ditch, en route to his dwelling off Leicester Fields. But then why had he stopped in the entrance to Crane Court?

Daniel turned about and gazed at the arch again, trying to re-summon the fading memory.

But instead of seeing the remembered image of the black box, he saw a limbed shadow detach itself from one side of the arch and flit across the opening. It was a man who had been lurking there, and who had just made his departure onto Fleet Street. A moment later Daniel heard iron horseshoes splashing sparks on the brittle ashlars of the street. It was a rider, who had dismounted, and led his horse quietly to the entrance, so that he could spy on Daniel more discreetly. He had probably lost Daniel in the shadows of the vault-wagon and decided to call it a night.

Daniel had lost his train of thought concerning the sedan chair. He turned and walked quickly until his nostrils and his eyes no longer burned from the ammonia-cloud surrounding the vault-wagon. He was hardly surprised to hear footsteps behind him.

"Are you the gager Saturn names Doc?" said a pre-adolescent boy. "Don"t loap off, I ain"t a scamperer."

Daniel considered stopping, but reckoned the boy could keep up with him. "Are you of the Black-guard?" he asked wearily.

"No, Doc, but I"ve my Aspirations."

"Very well."

"This is for you, then," said the boy, and held out a folded stick of paper, very white compared to his filthy hand. Daniel accepted it. The boy darted back down the court and climbed aboard the vault-wagon he"d rode in on. "Lovely watch you"ve there-best keep an eye on it!" he called out, as a sort of pleasantry.

Henry Arlanc let him in, and helped stow away his coat and walking-stick. "It is a great honour to have been named Secretary of your Clubb, sir," he observed. "I"ve just been copying out today"s Minutes."

"You will do very well," Daniel a.s.sured him. "I only wish our Clubb was one that met in a nice house and offered food and drink."

"For that, I"ve the Royal Society, Doctor."

"Yes, but you are not the Secretary."

"I could be. If a Secretary"s job is to p.r.i.c.k down all comings and goings, doings and discussions, why "tis all here," said Arlanc-strangely talkative this evening-and pointed to his head. "Why"re you peering at me so, Doctor?"

"I just had a thought."

Henry Arlanc shrugged. "Would you like me to fetch a quill and-"

"No, thank you. This one will rest secure up here," said Daniel, and imitated Henry"s head-pointing gesture. "Henry, does it ever happen that Sir Isaac will come here in his sedan chair, on a Sunday evening?"

"Frequently!" Henry answered. "There is always business here, pressing in on him. In the week, he has responsibilities at the Mint. Then, when he comes here, there are so many visitors, distractions. But he has learnt the trick of coming late on Sundays, when no one is in the building except for me and Madame, who understand that he is not to be disturbed. Then he can work late into the night, sometimes even until sunrise on Monday."

"No one calls for him then, eh?"

"Pourquoi non, for no one knows he is here." for no one knows he is here."

"Except for you, and Madame Arlanc, and his own servants."

"All I meant, sir, was that no one who would dare to disturb him who would dare to disturb him knows he is here." knows he is here."

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