Asher's Invention (2012)
“Minerva tilted back the drooping feather of her hat and wiped a raindrop from her nose. All day the rain had been unrelenting. The draughty third-class train carriage had rattled and jolted all the way down from Manchester. She couldn’t afford a hansom cab from the station, so she had walked, and now she shivered on the porch of a fashionable Kensington villa, waiting for her door knock to be answered. Mizzle and murkiness surrounded her. A chill had settled deep in her bones. A chill that had ...started days ago. Raising her gloved hand to knock once more, she started back as the door silently swung open. A tall, cadaverous manservant peered out at her.
Minerva drew herself upright, conscious of her unprepossessing appearance. “Is Mr. Quigley at home?”
The servant assessed her in a blink of an eye, pausing only a fraction before granting her entry. “Who shall I say is calling?” he asked as he led her into the front parlor.
“Tell him it’s Miss Lambkin.MoreLess
Minerva drew herself upright, conscious of her unprepossessing appearance. “Is Mr. Quigley at home?”
The servant assessed her in a blink of an eye, pausing only a fraction before granting her entry. “Who shall I say is calling?” he asked as he led her into the front parlor.
“Tell him it’s Miss Lambkin.MoreLess
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