Showing posts with label Chapter 254. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chapter 254. Show all posts

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square, Chapter 254




Chapter 254 
To Pieces 



“What do you want?” Orpha growled as she opened the door of Eudora Stover’s house to find Lady Contance on the other side.

“I want my daughter.”

“Well, you can’t have her.” Orpha shrugged. “You didn’t give me what I wanted, and, now, you can’t have your daughter.”

“I’ve come for my girl and I’m not leaving without her.” Constance replied levelly.

“Is that right?” Orpha chuckled. “I’ll return her to you in time…and, in pieces. You received her hair, didn’t you?”

“Fern!” Lady Constance screamed through the door. “Mummy’s here!”

“Oh, she can’t hear you.” Orpha smirked.

“What have you done to her?”

“Nothing she didn’t deserve.” Orpha sighed in exasperation.

“She’s innocent…”

“No child is innocent. No one is innocent!” Orpha snapped. “Now, go back to your little, mad friend, the ginger Duke who thinks he’s a puppet and get Victor Lensdown to meet me as we had planned. Convince his wife to cooperate. I know she’s there, too.”

“I can’t do that.” Constance answered.

“Why not?” Orpha hissed.

“The Duke…he ejected me from his home.” Constance responded.

“Did he?” Orpha smiled. “So, let me understand, Constance. You…you were too much of a bother for a man who is known to take in anyone, including former criminals. I suppose matricide is a rather ponderous sin. Too much even for the mad Duke. Don’t tell me that you are so insufferable that even the puppet man can’t endure you. Or…was it that he was afraid of you—given the sins to which you’re prone.”

“No worse than anything you’ve ever done.”

“I didn’t kill my mother.” Orpha winked. “She died before I could get to it. More’s the pity.”

“Orpha, please…” Constance began.

“I don’t have time for this. My child needs me.”

“Your…your child? I thought he was…”

“Hidden away?” Orpha interrupted. “He was. However, I thought it time for him to meet his father, and his uncle.—conveniently, the same man. And, then, he can watch me kill the filthy bastard. It’s so important for mothers to spend time with their children, don’t you agree?”

Constance opened her eyes in horror.

“Oh, but you couldn’t agree. The last time you spent with your mother, you eviscerated her. No more teatime games for you, Connie.”

Constance’s mouth opened slightly.

“Do stop gaping at me. You’re such a bore. Now, move along, I have things which require my attention and you’ve nothing to offer me.”

“I want my daughter.”

“I know.” Orpha’s eyes widened. “And, you shall have her, when I get what I want.”

“I have information for you.” Constance said quickly.

“Oh? Train schedules? Where to buy the best face powder to conceal spots? What could you possibly know which I don’t?”

“I can tell you what I learned of the Duke and how he intends to stop you.”

“You’d betray this man of whom you’re supposedly so fond?”

“I would do anything for my daughter.”

“Even kill you own mother.” Orpha grinned. “If the Duke tossed you out into the street, how could you possibly know anything to tell me?”

“I knew of a meeting he intended to keep.”

“Fascinating.” Orpha shrugged.

“A meeting with a man named Donnan and a man called Stover.”

“Donnan?” Orpha scowled.

“They spoke of you.”

“How would you know?” Orpha frowned.

“They met in the garden.” Constance replied. “I was passing through the mews and I overheard them.”

“Lurking, more like.” Orpha scoffed.

“The Duke and his companion asked Mr. Donnan to kill you.”

“Did they?” Orpha beamed. “How flattering.”

“I’m in earnest.”

“I’ve no doubt.” Orpha nodded. “Very well, Constance, come inside and tell me all about it.”

“Will you take me to my daughter?”

“No.” Orpha chuckled. “However, I long to introduce you to my son. He’ll just love you to pieces.”



Did you miss Chapters 1-253? If so, you can read them here. Chapter 255 of Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square will be posted on February 12. We’ll be taking Monday off.



Thursday, May 26, 2011

Punch's Cousin, Chapter 254

Arthur approached the door cautiously and pressed his ear against it, listening to see if whoever had knocked was still there. He heard heavy breathing on the other side of the door.


“Artie,” A voice whispered.

Arthur quickly opened the door and grabbed Gerard’s arm, pulling the man into the room.

“How’d you get in here?” Arthur rasped.

“I came in through the kitchen.” Gerard whispered.

“Idiot!” Arthur spat. “Did anyone see you?”

“’Course not, Artie,” Gerard smiled. “I ain’t so stupid.”

“I wonder,” Arthur smirked.

“Say, what’s with her?” Gerard pointed to Ulrika who had once again curled up in a ball on the floor.

“She’s resting,” Arthur grumbled.

“Did ya give her the stuff what I stole for ya?”

“I did.” Arthur nodded.

“Is it working?”

“Well, what do you think?” Arthur scowled. “She’s on the floor, isn’t she?”

“Does that mean it’s workin’?” Gerard tilted his head to one side. “Seems to me she ain’t gonna be much help to ya if she’s coiled around herself like a baby.”

“What are you like?” Arthur growled. “Of course it’s working! She’ll be on her feet in no time.”

“Dunno.” Gerard shrugged. “I kind of fancy her on the ground like that.”

“Shut yer gob.” Arthur sighed.

“She give ya the diamond?”

“Not yet.” Arthur answered.

“Well, why not?” Gerard whined. “Listen, mate, we gotta get outta here. This place is crawlin’ with folks. Somebody’s gonna come up here and find ya.”

“Not if you keep quiet.” Arthur responded. “Now, help me get her up. Come on.”

Gerard shrugged and walked over to Ulrika, trying to life her up by her armpits. “You could help me, ya know.”

“Fine.” Arthur took one of Ulrika’s arms and helped Gerard carry her to the bed.

Arthur patted Ulrika’s face. “Now, come on, Pet. Tell us, where’s the diamond?”

“Chiffarobe.” Ulrika murmured, almost inaudibly.

“I already looked in the bleedin’ chiffarobe.” Arthur growled.

“Top.” Ulrika grunted.

Arthur turned around and studied the tall piece of furniture. At the top of the chiffarobe, an ornate cornice rose almost to the ceiling.

“Here,” Arthur gestured to Gerard. “Move a chair over there. I think we’re finally gonna get what we want.”

Meanwhile at the small apartment above the Routhe’s dress shop, Robert tried to wipe the blood from his hands.

“I’m so sorry, Charles,” Robert sighed as Charles handed him a towel.

“Couldn’t be helped, Sir.” Charles answered kindly. “Don’t worry any more about it.”

“I may have killed a man—your brother.” Robert replied emotionally.

“Giovanni’s got a way of surviving things.” Charles said. “He’s Marie Laveau’s problem now. Let’s not think about it until we’ve got to.”

“I broke my oath.” Robert answered.

“Sir, we’ve got other matter which are more pressing.” Charles said.

“Of course,” Robert nodded, taking a deep breath. “What did the message from Cecil and Mr. Punch say?”

“That they’re well and that they’ll find a way to come to us as soon as possible.” Charles responded.

“They ain’t well,” Marjani said, interrupting the two men.

“Pardon?” Robert asked.

“I got a feelin’.” Marjani shook her head. “Somethin’ ain’t right. I feel like there’s some kind of power that’s causin’ great pain. I fear for His Grace.”

Robert looked helplessly at Marjani.

“What should I do?” He asked.

“I think ya gotta get back there as quick as you can.” Marjani responded.

Did you miss Chapters 1-253? If so, you can read them here.