The Differential Engine
Inspector Carruthers stood in the doorway of Lord Blackmore's office and tried not to shiver. The gaslight was dim, as it always was in the Home Office corridors, and the fog outside pressed against the windows like a living thing. He had been a detective inspector with Scotland Yard for twenty-eight years, and he had never seen anything quite like this. "You say the subject called you," Lord...
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