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I meet up with the crew at a local hotel for dinner. My Governess asks to speak

with me in private whereby she informs me that there was no monkey matching the
description on the original manifest. Additionally, on searching the boat, she discovered
a botanical compound identical to the one at the scene of many of the animal

disturbances last Autumn in Lillie’s room.

We come back inside to whoops, caterwauls and clapping. Lillie is the centre of
attention in the room as she proceeds to kick her petticoats in the air in a dance one
might call scandalous.

I grab her for a dance and draw her in close quizzing her over the events on board

the boat and the drug residue in her cabin. With a pale face she murmurs, “One last
dance”. Looking up she sees my face conflicted with emotion. She whispers “I’m sorry”,
kisses me, turns heel and runs to the exit.

The Governess Sophie is waiting at the exit, sword drawn at the ready; Lillie pulls a

rapier from the wall and proceeds to fence off the Governess. The clashing of steel
echoing the streets, it is the boom of a sudden gunshot that silences the room.

Running to the now blood-sodden scene of the felled Femmes, I look past the fleeing
masses to glimpse a smirking Prometheus Livingarty in the window of a moving

carriage, holding a still smoking gun.

To be continued...

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