Chapter Thirteen
After the disturbance following Theo’s hunger pangs, the journey to London proceeded without further mishap. The steel chest’s trio of legs, however, remained in place, and continued to twitch — and occasionally, kick — all the way to Bow Street.
‘You would think they would take themselves off,’ Theo remarked, when Ballantine’s coach had come to a halt in the midst of a narrow street. Tall buildings loomed on either side, built edge-to-edge; since dawn had yet to break, Theo could determine little of them save a mass of shadowed, hulking presences. The effect would not have disconcerted him in the least, if he had not had rather a night of it.
‘Take themselves off where?’ said Ballantine, not without justice. He had shed his ogre’s shape some ten minutes before, and now
