Something Strange and Deadly (14 page)

“That's good. It means there is no spiritual energy here. If there was something Dead around, the lenses would clear up.”

“Why?” I tried to examine his face, but all I could make out was the general shape of his head.

“The goggles operate on a simple principle. They rely on magnetic energy—electromagnetism, to be precise.” He spoke much like Elijah would when explaining his latest theological find: animated and articulate.

I slid the goggles down and peered over the tops. I watched the curve of Daniel's lips—delicate, round, and at odds with the angle of his jaw. I caught glimpses of his tongue as he spoke.

What was it about mouths that made them so fascinating? I had read of kisses (Shakespeare was fond of them in his plays), but I'd never seen one. And I'd
certainly
never experienced one. Did people merely touch lip to lip... or was there more to it?

Has Daniel ever kissed anyone?

My whole body stiffened when I realized the direction my thoughts had taken. I scrunched my eyes shut. This was not the sort of curiosity I should indulge.

When I lifted my eyelids, I realized I'd missed Daniel's entire lecture.

“Could you repeat that last bit?” I prayed he wouldn't notice the strained tremor in my voice.

“I said there's fluid between two pieces of glass.” His tone was disapproving, as if my lapse in attention was an insult. “That fluid has a magnetic powder in it.”

“And?”

“And since electricity is magnetic, the magnetic powder moves within the lenses according to the energy around. Come on—the particles are easier to see in the sunlight.”

He pushed the goggles up my nose and over my eyes again. Then I felt his hand clasp my elbow. He guided me toward the eastern wall on the right. We walked, my footsteps careful and controlled, as he continued to explain.

“All free energy leaves a residue behind—something traceable. I calibrated the goggles with grave dirt, so now the magnetic particles are attracted to spiritual energy. That way when something Dead has been in the area or touched something—”

“Like the letter the walking corpse delivered?” I interrupted. “You said it was covered in spiritual energy.” I strained my neck this way and that, scanning everything we passed. We turned around and walked back toward the armchair and private collections room.

“Yeah, like your letter. The magnetic powder moves toward the residue, and the fluid clears up.”

“Does it work?”

He sniffed. “Of course it works.”

I stopped walking. “Then why don't I see you?” I squinted and tried to make out his features. “Don't living people make the powder move since we have spiritual energy too?”

“Good question,” he said. “The general principle is that our spiritual energy is attached—it's woven into our bodies. When we die, the spirit and the body split apart. One half heads to the other realm while the other half goes into the ground.”

The hairs on my arms pricked up beneath the faille of my gown. “So that spirit my mother let in, it's just pure spiritual energy?”

“Exactly. And the walking Dead, they're mostly just rotting corpses with a bit of energy to animate 'em.”

I lowered the goggles and gazed at him. “And that energy isn't attached, so it leaves a residue.”

“Right again.” He measured me with a narrow-eyed stare, and then his lips quirked up with pleasure.

My mouth went dry. I shoved the goggles back up. That smile was unnerving.

I stepped hesitantly back toward the private room, searching around as I'd done before and taking comfort in the blurry darkness of the lenses. At least now I couldn't see Daniel's face. Except the darkness wasn't so dark anymore. In fact, the fluid wasn't muddy at all. I could distinctly make out the bookshelves to my left, the wall to my right, and the velvet armchair ahead.

But no—I couldn't actually see the armchair. All the magnetic powder had clumped where the chair should have been in my vision. The more I gazed at the fuzzy blob where I knew the chair stood, the more everything else came into focus. Something magnetic was pulling the powder toward the chair.

“Mr. Sheridan.” My voice came out husky with shock. “Mr. Sheridan, come quick.”

He appeared in my field of view: messy blond hair, bright green eyes, and concern wrinkling down his brow. He and the rest of the library looked exactly as they would without the goggles. Only the armchair remained dark and indistinguishable.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I think... I think...” I dropped my voice to a whisper. “I think the Dead were here.”

Daniel slid the goggles off my face, brushing his fingers along my jawbone in the process. I gasped in surprise. His fingers were rough and warm.

He pressed the lenses to his eyes and whistled softly. “You're right.”

My heart thumped with a nervous hope. I grabbed at Daniel's coat sleeve. “Maybe my brother was here,” I breathed. “This was our chair, and... all his letters had energy on them, so maybe Elijah's covered in residue too and leaving it behind.”

He removed the goggles and stroked his jaw and stared at my hand on his sleeve. Then his eyes shifted to my face. “It'd be possible if he was around it, but... but still, it shouldn't leave such a strong signal. The magnetic powder is clumpin' so tight that it's like a walking corpse is sitting there now. This is a lot of energy, and it's fresh.”

“Come on then.” I ignored his bark of surprise and hauled him by the coat toward the circular desk. Perhaps someone had seen who had been there.

I asked the same librarian from before. “Did anyone sit in that chair recently?” I pointed back. “The red one near the private collections room.”

Daniel planted his hands on the desk. “Someone within the last two days. And whoever it was would've been there awhile.”

She gnawed at her lip. “Yes, I do recall a man there yesterday.”

“What did he look like?” I said.

“He was young. And big.” She tapped her shoulders. “Broad.”

“Bigger than him?” I cocked my head toward Daniel.

The librarian assessed my companion and then flashed him an approving grin. “Oh yes, this man was bigger.” She ran her tongue over her lips. “But you're taller.”

“Did he have spectacles?” I pressed.

“No. No spectacles.” Her eyes stayed locked on Daniel.

“Is there anything else you remember?” I said urgently.

The woman puffed out her lips and ignored me, clearly flirting with Daniel.

I glanced at Daniel, hoping he would back me up, but all I found was a smug lift to his eyebrow.

“Focus!” I banged the desk with my fist, and they both flinched. Did they not see the importance of this situation? I trembled with anxious energy, and I needed answers. “Was there anything else distinguishing about this man?”

“Well...” Her eyes roamed around, but at last she nodded primly. “Come to think of it, yes. The man was filthy.”

I leaned over the desk. “How filthy?”

She sniffed and curled her lips. “As in, I doubt very much he had bathed in the last year. He was covered in dirt, his suit was abominable, and he
stank
.”

Daniel and I exchanged a wide-eyed glance. What she described sounded like one of the Dead. A fresh corpse perhaps. Elijah's? No, no. A big man, she said. Elijah was small. No extra girth like his sister.

“What was he reading?” Daniel asked.

“He took all the information we have on the Centennial Exhibition.”

Daniel's brows drew together. “Did he ask for it?”

“No. He simply took the books we have laid out for Exhibition visitors. Then he went and sat in that chair.” Her eyes thinned and hardened. “Why are you asking so many questions?”

I didn't answer, for I had spotted the display of Exhibition books on the desk. “He took those?”

At the woman's nod, I swept them up and scampered back toward the armchair. The Dead had been here, and we were onto something! I could feel it. We were about to discover some critical piece in all these puzzles. My energy overflowed, and I didn't care if I looked like a fool frolicking through the library.

Daniel trotted beside me, and when we reached the chair, I tossed the books haphazardly on the seat and inspected their titles. They were all guides to the sights, buildings, and items of the Exhibition.

“So the necromancer wants something at the Exhibition,” I murmured.

When Daniel offered no response, I glanced up to find him rubbing the goggles against his coat and gazing toward the center of the library. I whipped my head that way. The librarian was at the receiving end of his stare.

A choked yell broke from my mouth, and I launched a book at his chest. “Help me!”

“Oi!” He jerked around. “Watch it! You almost broke my goggles.”

“And you're wasting time! We have work to do.”

His back stiffened and his face turned pink. “Why are you so ornery all of a sudden? I'll work in my own sweet—” He broke off midsentence, and the storm vanished from his face. He eyed me knowingly. “I see how it is. Her Majesty is jealous.”

I stamped my foot, ready to declare my exact opinion of
that
comment, but my words froze, trapped in my throat.

A film of frost was forming on the goggles.

“Spirit,” I tried to say, but the bone-deep cold reached me then, snaking under my gown and stabbing into my flesh.

I stumbled into Daniel and clutched at his shoulders.

“Spirit,” I tried again. “Here.”

His pupils grew, consuming the green of his eyes. He said only one word: “Run.”

C
HAPTER
F
OURTEEN

D
aniel heaved me back toward the center of
the library.

“Dead!” he roared. “The Dead are here! Get out!”

First came whimpers, then shrieks as the people near us flew for the exit. Their feet stampeded on the pine planks.

I yanked free of Daniel and ran to the nearest fire alarm, which dangled on the western wall between two rows of shelves, just out of reach above my head. My eyes caught on a footstool nearby, and I scrambled to it.

“Dead!” Daniel continued bellowing, and then Joseph's voice joined in.

I dragged the stool to the wall, but a sudden blast of cold surged behind me. I froze midstep and turned my head slowly.

There it was. The bodiless, lightless creature my mother had let loose. It was far worse than I remembered. Blacker, deeper, and radiating death.

I threw myself toward the nearest shelf as splinters exploded. The spirit had smashed into the stool. I bolted out of the aisle and ran for the entrance, where I saw Joseph run and leap into the fountain.

A plaster bust whizzed past my head, missing me by inches. It smashed to the floor and sprayed white dust everywhere.

I didn't pause, but ran faster toward the front of the library. A sound like agonized fury followed me. It ripped through the air, so high-pitched it barely registered in my ears yet set my skin crawling.

I reached the fountain just as Jie skidded to a halt beside me. Joseph stood as he had the other day, arms extended and eyes squeezed shut. The spirit was nowhere to be seen.

“It moves between the realms,” Joseph said through clenched teeth. “It jumps back and forth. As long as it hovers in the spirit realm, we cannot see or touch it.”

“But how can it do that?” I asked.

“The spirit is strong—stronger than before. The curtain between worlds is no longer a barrier for it.”

“But I can see it,” Daniel said. “With the goggles—I can see it even though it's in the other world. There!” He pointed back to the circular desk in the center of the library. “It's there.”

“How do we stop it?” Jie asked.

“I need electricity,” Joseph said. “I can do nothing without a source.”

Daniel yanked off the goggles. “This place ain't powered. We've gotta find something else.”

The black clot formed like a sudden thundercloud over the desk. Daniel shoved me behind him.

Books flew off the desk and hurled toward us. Jie sprang up and intercepted them with fists and flying kicks, and the books pounded to the floor one after the other.

The darkness winked back out.

“It must stay in our realm,” Joseph murmured. Sweat beaded on his brow, and his face was twisted with concentration and effort. “Lure it out or I cannot affect it.”

“Here.” Daniel shoved the goggles in Jie's hands. “You cover us.” He turned to me. “You look for quartz. Like a prism or part of a small decoration.”

“Quartz?” The word tasted heavy on my tongue—I didn't see the logic. “Why do you—”

“It's a power source,” he snapped. “D'you know of any here?”

“N-no.”

“Then you have to look around. Maybe it's part of a [illegible] or some other bauble.”

“What will you do?” I asked.

“See what other electricity I can find. Now go.” He shoved me toward the western side and darted off toward the east.

I jumped into action, scrambling to the first aisle of shelves, but a quick scan showed only books.

A thump and the flap of pages resounded behind me. I whirled around just as a dictionary thudded at my feet. I jerked my gaze up and saw that Jie had stopped it. But only barely. I had to trust her instincts to protect me.

I rushed from that row and on to the next.

“Down!” Jie screamed, and somehow I reacted. I dropped to the floor, and a crash suddenly filled my ears. Shards of plaster and white powder rained down around me.

That figurine would have killed me.

The thought set me moving again. I raced to the next row of shelves and spared a glance across the room. Daniel seemed no better off than I. He was covered in soil as if he'd survived a potted plant attack.

I skittered into the next aisle, but the spirit was already there. Waiting, its shape like a twisting shadow in the hazy light.

I tried to stop, windmilling my arms to keep from tumbling forward.

In that moment as I fought for my balance, time seemed to stop. This couldn't end here. Not now, not after we'd finally found a clue about the Exhibition guides and the Dead at the library.

I grasped at a shelf, and my eyes lit on a book spine.

The Nature and Presence of Amethyst.

I knew, deep in the back of my mind, that this meant something. But what?

Darkness consumed my vision, and the stench of grave dirt invaded my nose. Time surged back to its racing pace.

Before me, the spirit grew into a hulking, long-armed shadow. It slithered forward. Death. A creature of fear.

Then it clicked into place. Amethyst. Quartz. They are the same. Elijah had taught me that.

I wrenched myself around. I didn't check to see if Death pursued—I just bolted.

“My earrings!” I screamed. “Amethyst!”

Joseph's eyes flashed open. My feet drummed on the wooden floor as I hurtled toward him and the fountain.

“Amethyst! Quartz!” My voice broke as I strained to run and scream.

“Squeeze them!” Daniel bellowed from the back of the library. “Squeeze them!”

I reached the fountain. I searched over my shoulder, and though I couldn't see the spirit, I knew from the chill that it hovered in the spirit world nearby.

“Come out!” I whirled around, thrusting my head forward and my shoulders back. “Come and get me! I'm right here!”

The spirit winked into being directly before me. Piercing cold and corrupt darkness. The high-pitched shriek stabbed at me again, burning into the crevices of my brain.

I faltered, tripping backward. My calves hit the lip of the fountain, and then a hand planted against my back.

Joseph, standing in the fountain, ripped my hair aside and clasped my earring.

Instantly, a ripple like hot, thick oil ran under my skin from my earlobe. My muscles started to twitch, and my heart beat faster and faster. A weak blue light snaked across my vision, filling the air with a crackling pop. The light flashed again—stronger and booming like thunder. It hit the spirit but was sucked in.

Again the blue lightning. Again it was consumed.

I felt as if my veins would burst, as if my brain were too large for my head. The agony bit into my bones so deeply that I thought they would surely snap. And still my heart beat faster.

Another blue crack, but this time it hit the clotted shadow and remained a flowing line of electricity. A thousand veins of blue sizzled over the spirit and down to the floor.

Just as my brain screamed for this hot oil to leave my skin, for my heart to slow, that I could take no more, a howl of pain erupted from Joseph's mouth. The lines of blue lightning stopped. The darkness was gone.

Joseph and I lay on the floor of the library entrance, leaning against the fountain's lip. Beneath his legs, a pool of water grew as his trousers dripped dry.

I brushed halfheartedly at the white powder on my gown. It must have come from the plaster bust that had nearly smashed my head in.

“What did you do?” I asked. “With my earring, I mean.”

“I cannot say.” Joseph smiled weakly. “I do not know how it worked, but squeezing your earring gave me a source of electricity, and I used it.”

Daniel knelt before us. “Quartz is piezoelectric. Mechanical stress creates an electric current.”

I reached up and stroked the amethysts. “Oh.” He made it sound so simple.

“Although,” he added, “I never expected that much power. How were you able to magnify it so much, Joseph?”

“I do not know,” Joseph said. “I was also surprised by the strength of the electric source.” He tapped his chin and gazed at me. “I wonder...”

“Empress, are you well?” Daniel peered at me with concern.

“Yes,” I answered, though I wasn't sure that was true. I felt... fuzzy.

Daniel leaned toward me and placed a hand on my forehead. “You just got electrocuted. You should tell us if you don't feel right.”

Jie stumbled up and plopped to the ground. A slur of unfamiliar words spouted from her lips, and I could tell by her ferocity that they were not meant kindly. Her knuckles bled, her clothes were shredded, and a ripe, red bruise swelled on the side of her face. Her dark eyes shone with fury. “I hope you sent that spirit back for good.”

Joseph shook his head. “I do not think so. It was strong, and I fear it will return.”

“What does it want?” I asked. “Why would it attack us here? Now?”

Joseph opened his hands. “I cannot say.”

“I can,” Daniel said. “I think it wants those Exhibition guides just like the other Dead that was here. It's the only explanation I can conjure.” He quickly described the discovery we'd made just before the spirit's arrival. When he finished the tale, Jie hopped up and strode off. She soon returned carrying the guidebooks to the Exhibition.

“I don't get it,” she muttered, gazing at the volumes. “Can a spirit do much with these? Maybe it just wanted to kill us.”

“
Wi
,” Joseph said. “Or perhaps both. There is something about this spirit. I can sense its desire. Its power is wholly focused on some deep-seeded want—though what that want is, I cannot say.”

Daniel sniffed and scratched his nose. “Well, let's take the books and look at 'em in the lab. Maybe we can figure out what all these Dead are after.”

“Perhaps we should leave a note.” My brain hazily insisted something about a subscription and checking out books.

“Eleanor.” Jie crouched beside me. “You don't look right. We should get you home.”

“No, no.” I waved the comment aside. “I'm a mess... and I've lost my parasol. I haven't the slightest idea where I put it. Mama will kill me, and we can't spare the money to buy another.” I huffed a dramatic sigh. I felt a bit like I had at Allison's birthday party, when I had drunk too much champagne. Blurry.

“Eleanor.” Jie scooted closer. “Stay awake.”

“Just a little nap,” I insisted.

My eyes fluttered shut, and I let my body slump. Right before I wandered into sleep, someone caught me. I hoped it was Daniel.

When I awoke, I found myself layered beneath blankets. It was my bed, my bedroom, though I couldn't think how I'd gotten there.

My tongue felt fat and dry, like an overcooked slab of sausage. I kicked away the covers. They were soaked through with my sweat, and my nightgown clung to my skin.

Amber light shone through my window. Evening. My head hurt, and I wiggled my fingers and toes experimentally. My muscles felt as if someone had pummeled them.

I'd been electrocuted. That's what Daniel had said. I shuddered. Bad enough the Spirit-Hunters had battled a spirit, but then they'd had to bring an unconscious lady home.

Merciful heavens, had they met Mama?

The door flew open, and the dragon herself sailed in. She settled on the edge of my bed, her face severe and her nostrils flaring. “Well, dear, no more Women's Pavilion for you.”

“Huh?” I propped myself onto my elbows. These were not the first words I'd expected.

“I will not have my only daughter working and then fainting from the heat.”

The heat. A clever explanation.

Mama lifted her chin. A queen declaring her law. “It is utterly unacceptable for a lady of high society to lose consciousness in front of such crowds.”

“It's not the Women's Pavilion that made me overheat,” I muttered, “but all the petticoats—”

“Do not blame your clothes.” Her eyes thinned. “You have put yourself in a very improper position, and it will require the utmost delicacy to mend.” She sighed dramatically. “To be brought home by such ilk.”

“Wh-what do you mean? By what ilk?”

“A young
man
carried you home, Eleanor. A filthy young man. Do you realize the talk that could come from this?”

It must have been Daniel who had brought me home, for Joseph could never be called “filthy”.
Good. I don't want Joseph tarnishing his reputation with swooning girls.
Daniel, at least, has no reputation to tarnish.

Mama rose and began pacing. Her feet pounded a slow rhythm that echoed miserably in my aching skull. I fell back onto the bed and draped an arm over my eyes.

“But he helped me,” I argued wearily. “Why would the gossip be anything but grateful?”

Mama clucked, a sound filled with condescension. “Naive little girl. Working-class men have one intention and one intention only. They want you for this.” She waved to my body and raised a single eyebrow.

“That's not true.” I heaved myself back up. As if any man would want me for
that
. Even if I were a beauty like Allison, I still knew Daniel wouldn't want me in that way (and for some reason that rankled me). He would never treat me as if I were... as if I were a
camel
.

“How can you think that, Mama? You don't even know the boy.”

She paused midstride. “Do you know him?” Her voice was low, and her eyes gleamed with predatory awareness.

I flicked my gaze right and stared at the stripes on my wallpaper. “No, of course not.”

Mama didn't reply, and I wondered if she suspected. But then she sniffed, and I knew my secret was safe.

“So... this young man,” I said, trying to sound casual. “How did you repay him?”