Sophronia glanced at Felix. The boy’s face was inscrutable.
She realized that if the Picklemen were backing Dimity’s parents’ research, then the Westminster Hive had been trying to stop them all along. They’d used Monique to try to steal the original prototype months ago, and when that didn’t work, they’d started trying to kidnap Dimity and Pillover. But my school and the potentate are also involved. Are they mere bystanders, simply trying to ensure that the technology work properly? Or are they trying to gain control of the valves for the Shadow Council and the British government? The Picklemen stood to make a great deal of money off those valves and control who had access to them. Westminster Hive clearly didn’t like that idea and obviously didn’t trust the potentate to put a stop to it. So they were trying to get hold of the valve technology themselves. Even if vampires could never travel in the aetherosphere, Sophronia suspected they would love to control which humans could.
She opened her mouth to protest, to explain this, but Lady Linette shushed her firmly. Good manners forced Sophronia into disgruntled silence.
Lady Linette perused the contents of Shrimpdittle’s confession. “I should think Mrs. Plumleigh-Teignmott would at least have notified me of the family’s intent to remove the children from my supervision.”
“You know scientists, easily distracted.”
Lady Linette looked again at the paper. “Are they really sending Shrimpdittle into exile?”
Lord Ambrose nodded. “The continent, as I understand.”
“Ah, well, I suppose he couldn’t be allowed to teach anymore.”
Sophronia felt an intense sensation of relief. At least Shrimpdittle wasn’t to be imprisoned or hanged, simply consigned to the wilds of Switzerland. She glared at Lord Ambrose. I could confront him directly, accuse him of the kidnapping, but they’re bound to believe an adult over me. I’ve no real proof.
Blast good manners. She made the attempt. “But I saw—”
“You were obviously mistaken,” interrupted Lord Ambrose.
Sister Mattie entered the ball and came bustling over to them. “My dears, Professor Braithwope is awake and lucid. He is asking for you, my lord potentate.”
Lady Linette nodded. “You’d best get along then, my lord.”
The potentate agreed. “Ambrose?”
“Oh, no, I’ll remain here. A ball with such tempting morsels is so very diverting.”
Lady Linette slapped his arm flirtatiously with her fan. “Now, now, keep your fangs to yourself, good sir.”
Lord Ambrose bowed to her. “Of course, dear lady, but perhaps you would honor me with a dance?”
“La, sir, how charming.”
He whirled her off onto the floor, both of them dancing expertly.
Sophronia realized she was on her own in mounting a rescue attempt. She began cataloging her options. I require supplies and a change of clothes. There was nothing for it; she would have to return to the airship. Plus I’ll need the hive house’s actual address. She looked at Captain Niall. The werewolf was the only adult who might help her. I’ll wager he knows the location. She started planning. Sidheag would be useful as well.
“Would you mind a little company on your drive back?” Sophronia looked with wide eyes at Sister Mattie. “I find I am rather bored with this ball.”
Everyone looked at her as though they had forgotten her existence.
Sister Mattie said, “Are you certain, dear? It looks like quite the treat.” Her tone was wistful.
Felix protested as well. “But I had two more dances with you.”
“How kind you are, dear Lord Mersey, but another time? Perhaps you might escort me out?” Sophronia used her best wheedling tone.
Felix had no choice. As a gentleman, he could do nothing but offer her his arm. He did so with grace if not alacrity.
Sophronia added, “And I believe Lady Kingair would also like to depart.”