That scared Erna more than anything.

The s.p.a.ce outside the bakery was empty. They loitered in the area until well past the time that they had seen Willi before. Gotthilf watched as Byron"s lips tightened in frustration.

A large woman appeared in the doorway of the bakery, looking up the street. Byron elbowed Gotthilf.

"Come on." She looked to them with a frown as they approached.

"Your pardon, Frau . . ." Byron began.



"Frau Kreszentia Traugottin. And you are?"

Byron introduced them as city officials looking into various irregularities. "I see that the boy is not here today.

The woman"s frown turned thunderous. "You"re not looking to hara.s.s Willi, are you?"

"No, no, indeed not," Byron soothed. "We want to talk to him because we think he knows something that will help us. And we want to make sure he"s being taken care of. It bothers us that a child that young is begging in the streets."

Gotthilf watched as Byron"s conversation with Frau Kreszentia-"call me Zenzi"-elicited the information that no, she didn"t know where Willi lived; no, she didn"t know anything about an uncle; yes, the last few months he had been here almost every day; and yes, he always came from one direction, often with another youngster leading him.

The conversation drew to a close. "Bide," Frau Zenzi said as she stepped back into the bakery. She returned a moment later with two rolls, to hand one to each of them. "You find my Willi, you make sure he is all right, you tell him his place is still here. Yes?"

They a.s.sured her they would do exactly that and took their leave. Munching on his roll, Gotthilf looked back to see her standing in the door of the bakery, looking after them.

Gotthilf swallowed the last of his roll. "For someone who doesn"t like to talk," he commented to Byron, "you certainly are proficient at it."

Byron paused in licking his fingers. "Just because I can do it doesn"t mean I want to." He finished the finger licking, and continued, "And you"d better have been paying attention, because you"re going to start doing all the talking and question asking soon." Gotthilf stared at the up-timer with wide eyes. Byron returned a grin. "Yep. Count on it. You"ll talk; I"ll just stand around and look threatening."

"Ha." Still strolling down the street, Gotthilf looked up and stiffened. "Byron." He tried very hard not to shout or act excited. "Isn"t that the boy who pulled Willi away from us?"

Byron directed a casual glance that direction. "Yep. Now look away." They did so. "The trick is to not stare at the person, but to look that way just often enough to keep him in sight. Except in this case I think it"s a her."

"What?" Gotthilf absorbed another surprise. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I"ve been around girls in pants all my life, so to me they"re not the automatic disguise for a girl they are for you down-timers." That was the first time Gotthilf could remember Byron using that term. He noted in pa.s.sing that it was used in a neutral manner. "Girls move differently than boys, even that young.

And if you look at her hands, from what I remember they"re slenderer than a boy"s usually are. So, I think that"s a girl." Gotthilf absorbed that as well.

There was a moment of silence.

"Gotthilf?"

"Aye?"

"What"s she doing out here? I mean, it looks like she"s sound and healthy. She ought to be in school, right? Or in some kind of service?"

"Yes. She should definitely not be out on the street in boy"s clothes." Gotthilf was starting to understand what Byron had meant about looking for things that didn"t fit the pattern.

"So," Byron hissed, "we have two weirdnesses now-a boy begging who shouldn"t be, and a girl dressed in boy clothes who is . . ."

At that exact moment they both saw the girl s.n.a.t.c.h a kerchief from the pocket of a man she b.u.mped into. She was so fast they barely caught a flash of it before it was stuffed inside her jacket.

Gotthilf saw that Byron"s face had gone very grim as he muttered a string of words in up-time English.

Gotthilf didn"t recognize the words, but he recognized the tone. If some of them weren"t blasphemous, he"d eat his hat. "Okay," Byron said after he had to stop for breath, "that"s the third strike. Now I really, really want to talk to Uncle."

"So do we take the girl now?" That was Gotthilf"s instinctive reaction, but he"d been with Byron enough by now to realize that might not be the best thing to do.

"No." Byron shook his head. "No, I"m starting to get a bad feeling about this. I want you to hustle back and get Captain Reilly and at least a couple more guys, either army or city watch, I don"t care, as long as they"ve got pistols. No muskets. You get there and back as fast as you can. If Bill wants to know what"s going on, you just say I said to get here now." Gotthilf opened his mouth. "Go!"

Gotthilf went.

It was over half an hour before Gotthilf arrived back at Byron"s side, accompanied by Bill Reilly, two of the city watch and another up-timer. Completing the crew was Otto Gericke, who had been talking to Bill when Gotthilf had burst into his office, panting and wheezing from his run.

Byron met them back up the street, waving them to the side of a house on the west side.

"Is she still here?" Gotthilf asked.

"What"s up?" Bill was matter of fact as the men gathered around.

"Possible f.a.giny racket. Got a girl in boy"s clothes working as a dip down the street. Pretty sure she"s got a mule-think I"ve got him pegged. We think the same bunch had a blind kid out here begging a few days ago. Girl came and pulled him away, n.o.body"s seen him since."

Bill pulled at his chin. "So, what do you want to do?"

"Follow the girl home. Both she and the boy mentioned someone named "Uncle.""

"Ah. You think he"s the f.a.gin?"

"Best guess."

"What is this "f.a.giny"?" Gericke asked. Gotthilf listened closely as Captain Reilly described a plan to teach children to perform criminal acts for the gain of those who taught them. He also explained that a "dip" was a pickpocket and a "mule" was someone who would take stolen goods from the "dip," reducing the risk that the pickpocket would be caught with them.

"This "Uncle" is the man who would do this?" Gericke was frowning. The captain nodded. "I want this man."

"So do we, Master Gericke. So do we." Reilly turned back to Byron. "So, what"s the plan, Lieutenant?"

"Gotthilf and I go first. The rest of you follow at least a half block behind, in more than one group. Once we find the place, we figure out what to do next."

"I am a magistrate," Gericke said. "You will be under my authority."

Byron"s smile was sharp-edged. "Thank you, sir. That will make things easier."

So it was that Gotthilf found himself once more at Lieutenant Chieske"s side, walking down the street with the girl barely in sight ahead of them. The late afternoon shadows were unfolding, and she disappeared and reappeared as she moved in and out of them.

Unfortunately, her route was not straight. Turning the third corner, Byron muttered, "Man, I wish we had radios." Gotthilf was confused again-a state that was all too familiar the past few days of working with the up-timer. Byron caught his expression. "No, I don"t mean the crystal radios, I mean . . . oh, forget it, I"ll explain later. Might as well be wishing for cars, while I"m at it."

After they pa.s.sed the next lane that crossed the street, Byron started limping. Gotthilf slowed to keep pace. "No, you keep going," the up-timer said. "I"ve decided I want to talk to the guy following us, so this is my excuse for dropping back. You keep her in sight and I"ll catch up in a few minutes."

True to his word, before long Byron slid back into place beside Gotthilf, who looked over at him. "So?"

"Bill saw me dropping back, so he moved up as well. We took the guy down a few minutes ago. He was her mule, all right; he had that cloth we saw her snitch. He"s not talking right now, but the boys have him tied up and are bringing him along."

Just then the girl veered toward a house that looked to have burned. Roof beams were visible and charred. Gotthilf wouldn"t have thought there was anyone there, but she just tripped up the steps and opened the front door. It closed behind her before they could react.

Erna was back. Willi sat up from where he was lying in the corner. He felt some better. She was talking to Uncle about Moritz and some things he was bringing. Willi wasn"t sure what that was about. But he was very glad that Erna was back. He stood and moved toward the sound of her voice. Maybe she could come talk to him now. "Erna?" he called.

The others closed up with them. Lieutenant Chieske conferred with Captain Reilly and the burgomeister for a brief moment. Gotthilf watched as the captain sent the other men to surround the house.

Byron turned back to Gotthilf. "You ready? Got your pistol?"

Gotthilf swallowed, nodding as he pulled the pistol from his belt.

"Okay. Burgomeister Gericke is wearing his magistrate hat at the moment, and he really wants to have a conversation with Uncle. You and I will be the first in the door. We"re hoping this guy won"t cause trouble. f.a.gins usually don"t. It"s petty crime they"re in, not enough to take big risks for."

Byron pulled his own pistol. "But we"re going in prepared. Stay with me, follow my lead, and watch my back. Whichever way I go after I clear the door, you go the other. Got it?"

Gotthilf was poised on his toes as they stepped up to the door, gun before him, breathing rapidly. He felt as if his vision had narrowed to a circle just in front of him. Byron raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Uncle! Uncle!" That was Fritz, shouting as he crashed through the back of the house. "City watch and up-timers outside. They have Moritz, and they"re surrounding the house."

There were thunderous knocks on the door. A loud voice called from outside, "City watch! Open up in the name of Magistrate Gericke!"

Willi recognized the voice. "Byron." He was perplexed as to why the up-timers had come here.

He had spoken loud enough for Uncle to hear. "You," Uncle hissed. "This is all your fault."

Willi heard a loud click.

"No," Erna screamed. Willi felt her push him.

There was a loudBang. Willi was knocked to the floor.

Byron threw the door open at the sound of the shot. Gotthilf followed him into the house, stepping to the right of the door because the up-timer had stepped to the left. His horrified gaze was greeted by Willi lying on the floor, with the girl they had been following sprawled across him. A dark crimson splotch across the front of her jacket was widening as he watched. Gotthilf tore his eyes from that sight to focus on the man who Byron"s pistol was pointed at with unwavering aim.

"Drop the gun." Byron"s voice was like the chill of a blizzard. Gotthilf could almost feel snow in the air.

Belatedly, he brought his own pistol to bear on the man standing against the far wall. "No one else needs to get hurt."

The man"s laugh was high-pitched, almost manic. "And what will you do with me if I do? What would be my fate?"

"Lubbold Vogler, we arrest you on the charges of theft, attempted theft, aiding and abetting theft, receiving stolen property, contributing to the delinquency of a child, and murder." Gotthilf marveled at how matter of fact Byron"s voice sounded.

"Ah, all very impressive, although I"m not sure those are all crimes underMagdeburg law. Still, the last could be troublesome." The other-Vogler, since he didn"t reject the name-gave a slight bow over the pocket pistol that was a twin to the one Gotthilf held. A wisp of smoke curled up from the barrel, but Gotthilf could see that the hammer was c.o.c.ked again.

Watching the man"s eyes, Gotthilf was very uneasy. He couldn"t read Vogler"s thoughts, but he knew they were racing, because the eyes were shifting frequently, like a wild animal looking for a way out of a trap.

Byron took a slow step to his left. Gotthilf took a step to the right.

"Drop the gun, Vogler." Byron"s voice was even and cold.

"I think . . . not!"

Boom!

Almost everyone in the room flinched at the loud report of Byron"s pistol, a sound that left more than one set of ears ringing. Uncle, however, did not flinch.

Uncle-Gotthilf decided he preferred to think of him like that-jerked against the wall behind him, down which he slid until he sat slumped against the wall, legs outstretched and head lolling like nothing so much as a rag doll tossed haphazardly across the room. But rag dolls don"t have pistols fall from their lax hands, and rag dolls don"t have crimson blood flowing from holes in their chests and don"t leave large b.l.o.o.d.y smears on walls.

Byron gestured toward the large boy in the back of the room who was trying to sneak out. Gotthilf pointed his pistol in that general direction and the boy froze, trying to emulate a statue. Meanwhile, Byron slid Uncle"s pistol away from the corpse with the toe of his shoe.

There was a sound in the door. Gotthilf glimpsed Captain Reilly out of the corner of his eye.

"All over," Byron said. "Have someone take the big one into custody. He looks to be about the same age as the mule, so he may be an accomplice as well. The little ones are all pretty much victims, I think.

They should be held together until someone can make arrangements for them."

The next few minutes were bustling, as watchmen and up-timers came in and collected the children.

Gotthilf put his pistol away after the largest was tied and hauled out.

Burgomeister Gericke walked in after the flurry of activity was over. "So, you killed him, Lieutenant Chieske."

"Yes, sir," Byron responded.

"I would have preferred him alive, Lieutenant."

"So would I, sir. But he had already killed a child and was trying to shoot me. I had no choice."

Gericke"s eyes turned and bored into Gotthilf"s. "Do you agree with the Lieutenant"s a.s.sessment, Watchman Hoch?"

Gotthilf swallowed, stiffened, and stuttered, "Ye . . . Yes, Herr Magistrate. It happened as Lieutenant Chieske described it."

The burgomeister"s eyes shifted again. "Do you have any contrary comment, Captain Reilly?"

"No, sir. From what we could hear outside, it sounded like it went down the way they describe it."

Gericke paused for a moment, sighed, and nodded. "I agree. The death of the child is ruled a felonious murder on the part of Lubbold Vogler, committed for reasons unknown. The death of Lubbold Vogler is ruled justified self-defense on the part of Lieutenant Byron Chieske after said Vogler attempted to kill him." He looked older, for some reason.

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