Late Victorian Era was both amazing
and appalling.
As
factories expanded in the cities, the poor headed to the cities, hoping for a
job.
Soon
the middle-class grew and began to expand.
As
more people moved to the cities, the need for homes exceeded the homes
available. Some unethical builders began building homes for the new
middle-class without proper plumbing, allowing deadly gases to asphyxiate
people in their sleep. In addition, there were toxins in the walls and floors
that could kill them.
And
for the poor, conditions became intolerable.
An
entire family would often live, sleep, and eat in a single cramped room, with a
tin tub for washing but no toilet or running water. They would have to use the
pump outside for drinking water (which was frequently contaminated) and use the
two-seater public outhouse somewhere in a two-block range to rid themselves of
the runs.
There
were also open sewers they could piss in—certainly couldn’t make it smell worse.
Cholera,
Dysentery, and Toxins were killing people by the hundreds, but those in the
country kept arriving, all the same. The cities were literally dying over its
sewage issues.
Late Victorian Era was both amazing
and appalling.
As
factories expanded in the cities, the poor headed to the cities, hoping for a
job.
Soon
the middle-class grew and began to expand.
As
more people moved to the cities, the need for homes exceeded the homes
available. Some unethical builders began building homes for the new
middle-class without proper plumbing, allowing deadly gases to asphyxiate
people in their sleep. In addition, there were toxins in the walls and floors
that could kill them.
And
for the poor, conditions became intolerable.
An
entire family would often live, sleep, and eat in a single cramped room, with a
tin tub for washing but no toilet or running water. They would have to use the
pump outside for drinking water (which was frequently contaminated) and use the
two-seater public outhouse somewhere in a two-block range to rid themselves of
the runs.
There
were also open sewers they could piss in—certainly couldn’t make it smell worse.
Cholera,
Dysentery, and Toxins were killing people by the hundreds, but those in the
country kept arriving, all the same. The cities were literally dying over its
sewage issues.
Determining
whom to trust is getting very hard, indeed. This may be the most trying cases
imaginable. Director Stone has gone missing and it appears Ministers of Parliament
are involved. Xavier is arrested and placed in a jail meant to kill him, while
Vic, disguised as a woman, attempts to locate the Minister of External Affairs
and ask for his help.
Everyone
is called in to assist: Jacko, his wife Alice, their son Pete, Samson the Crime
Lord, David and Claire, Tubs and his wife Sara, the boys: Cannon and Ham, plus
the bloodhound Arroo.
The
Wasp, who escaped punishment for her attempts to murder her bigamist husband’s
first wife last year, is back.
Vic discovers love letters between Ben, their
terrible male secretary, and the Wasp. Worse yet, he shared Xavier’s financial
advice with the Wasp, making her and her husband very wealthy.
With
Stone missing, and Barns and Meyers stretched to their limits, Vic decides it’s
time to train more of the Scotland Yard officers in intuitive and deductive
reasoning. While only half the class makes it through her two-day course,
everyone is pleased with her results.
Finally, be warned: Vic’s
sister, Claire, is becoming more difficult than ever. Gregory thinks she is
going mad.
EXCERPT
“Bloody Hell!” Davy yelled.
Gregory headed to the carriage house with a severe
reprimand on his tongue. While Davy had become far more prone to bursts of
anger since they had hired a driver-in-training, bellowing curses at this early
hour of the morning was unacceptable.
He lost his scold upon the sight of Davy, on his knees
coughing.
When he approached Davy, the man waved him away.
“Stay back…poisonous gas…” Davy choked out before collapsing.
The air in the carriage house did smell bad and the
horses kicked at their stall doors as if wishing to escape as well.
Gregory hurried back to the kitchen where he found
most of his staff. He sought out Fagan and Casey. “Retrieve Davy and take the
horses out back. Do this while holding your breath! Now!”
Gregory knew that with a normal staff such
instructions would have a myriad of follow up questions. But his staff was
battle ready at all times. Thus, the inexplicable order to do these actions while
holding their breath would be followed.
He hurried to his room and called Dr. Connors. “We
have an emergency. There is a foul odor in Davy’s carriage and the air in the
carriage has brought Davy to his knees. The horses are affected as well. I’ve
sent the boys in with orders to extract Davy and the horses. Can you come?”
“Yes, of course,” Dr. Connors assured him. “I’m not
yet dressed, but I will be there in short order.”
Gregory thanked him and returned to the carriage
house. Both Davy and the horses were gone.
He hurried out the back door and found his three
drivers sitting on the grass and the horses tethered to trees.
Davy nodded and coughed. He then reached over and
patted the back of Fagan. “He saved my life while Casey saved my Marybell.” He
met the two young men’s eyes. “I know I’ve not been friendly with either of
you, but that ends now. From now on, I’ll be your friend if you wish, and I’ll
teach you whatever you don’t already know. However, that may not be much, because
from what I’ve seen, you are both superb drivers.”
Both young men grinned. Fagan held out his hand.
“Friends, then!”
By the time Davy shook it, Casey had approached and
held out his hand. “Friends for life.”
“Without you guys, I’m pretty sure I would have died
today.”
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Liza O’Connor was raised badly by feral cats,
left the South/Midwest and wandered off to find nicer people on the east coast.
There she worked for the meanest man on Wall Street, while her psychotic
husband tried to kill her three times. (So much for finding nicer people.) Then
one day she declared enough, got a better job, divorced her husband, and fell
in love with her new life where people behaved nicely. But all those bad
behaviors has given her lots of fodder for her humorous books. Please buy these
books, because otherwise, she’ll become grumpy and write troubled novels
instead. They will likely traumatize you.
You have been warned.
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