“Yes, but why now? Presumably old Prof has been doing it for simply ages.”
“Perhaps this new ship of Giffard’s is more vampire-safe. Or perhaps it has to do with the new technology Giffard is employing. If it works, it’d be much faster than other airships. Perhaps the vampires want access to that speed. I don’t think they like to be limited.”
Dimity looked at her friend. “I thought you were a progressive.”
“Maybe, but I don’t know if it’s right. I mean to say, Professor Braithwope is nice, but vampires need to be kept in check, don’t you think?”
Sidheag nodded vigorously. Dimity shrugged. Agatha looked at the floor.
Dimity said, “Mummy and Daddy have arguments like this. When Daddy says something like that, Mummy calls him a Pickleman.”
Sophronia nodded. “Well, I haven’t taken sides yet.”
Agatha said, “Oh, dear, are there sides?”
“Very likely. Speaking of your parents, Dimity, they haven’t upset anyone recently, have they? Anyone important or powerful? On either side, perhaps?”
Dimity frowned. “I don’t think so, why? Oh, because of that odd thing with Lord Dingleproops’s letter? You think someone might be trying to influence my parents through me?”
“It’s one explanation.”
“I don’t know.” Dimity brightened. “I shall write and ask them directly. Or better, I’ll get Pillover to do it. They will be delighted he’s finally taken an interest in something besides Latin verse. They might even tell him something truthful. I think they gave up on me when I announced my ‘hankies for hackneys’ good works plan.”
“What?” Sophronia was distracted.
“London cabbies are so very often under the weather,” said Dimity with a sniff. “One does what one can.”
“Oh, well, yes. And getting Pillover to write, good idea.” Sophronia was determined to be nice and not to take Dimity for granted ever again. Especially with the possibility that Dimity’s time at Mademoiselle Geraldine’s was soon to end. Even if Dimity had some harebrained scheme about hankies.
Sophronia remembered last evening, when she and Vieve had spied on Professors Lefoux and Shrimpdittle. “I think Monique is somehow in on it, too. I know she’s been crowing about this ball of hers, but she’s at least involved in Professor Lefoux’s experiment as an errand girl. We should run an infiltration on her.”
Dimity nodded. They’d taken instruction recently from Lady Linette in the planning of provocational action. Time to put lessons to use.
“She’ll not believe it, if it were me,” said Dimity.
Sophronia agreed. “Nor Sidheag.” The taller girl looked up at her name. “You would never change your personality so drastically as to be interested in a ball. You might betray us, but not for an invitation.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” said Sidheag.
“It’ll have to be Agatha,” said Dimity.
Sophronia and Sidheag looked doubtful. Agatha was definitely their weakest link.
The redhead looked back and forth between them with dread in her eyes. “Oh, dear, scheming. I was afraid this would happen if we got chummy again.”
Sophronia hunkered down conspiratorially. “You’re the only possible choice, Agatha. You need to infiltrate Monique’s group.”
“Wait! What? Me?”
“Yes, simply pretend you really want an invitation to her blasted ball. Start lurking on the fringes. Keep an eye on her,” instructed Sophronia.
“Then report back to us with the details!” added Dimity triumphantly.
“Oh, I don’t know about this.” Agatha’s eyes were huge in distress.
“You don’t have to do anything, only watch.” Sidheag tried to be reassuring.
“It’ll be good for you, Agatha. Show the teachers you’ve got acumen.” Dimity was optimistic.
Agatha brightened. “Oh, do you think it might?” Unlike Sidheag and Dimity, Agatha actually wanted to stay at Mademoiselle Geraldine’s—to please her papa.