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"
Can
you
speed
it
up
?
"
asked
the
marquis
.
"
Find
the
last
entry
?
"
Door
nodded
.
She
touched
an
ivory
lever
at
the
side
:
the
image
ghosted
,
fragmented
,
re
-
formed
.
Now
Portico
wore
a
long
coat
.
His
skullcap
was
gone
.
There
was
a
scarlet
gash
down
one
side
of
his
head
.
He
was
no
longer
sitting
at
his
desk
.
He
was
talking
urgently
,
quietly
.
"
I
do
not
know
who
will
see
this
,
who
will
find
this
.
But
whoever
you
are
,
please
take
this
to
my
daughter
,
the
Lady
Door
,
if
she
lives
.
.
.
"
A
static
burst
wiped
across
the
picture
and
the
sound
.
Then
,
"
Door
?
Girl
,
this
is
bad
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
long
I
’
ve
got
before
they
find
this
room
.
I
think
my
poor
Portia
and
your
brother
and
sister
are
dead
.
"
The
sound
and
picture
quality
began
to
degrade
.
The
marquis
glanced
at
Door
.
Her
face
was
wet
:
tears
were
brimming
from
her
eyes
,
glistening
down
her
cheeks
.
She
seemed
unaware
that
she
was
crying
,
made
no
attempt
to
wipe
away
the
tears
.
She
just
stared
at
her
father
’
s
image
,
listened
to
his
words
.
Crackle
.
Wipe
.
Crackle
.
"
Listen
to
me
,
girl
,
"
said
her
dead
father
.
"
Go
to
Islington
.
.
.
you
can
trust
Islington
.
.
.
You
must
believe
in
Islington
.
.
.
"
He
ghosted
.
Blood
dripped
from
his
forehead
into
his
eyes
.
He
he
wiped
it
off
.
"
Door
?
Avenge
us
.
Avenge
your
family
.
"
A
loud
bang
came
from
the
gramophone
horn
.
Portico
turned
his
head
to
look
offscreen
,
puzzled
and
nervous
.
"
What
?
"
he
said
,
and
he
stepped
out
of
frame
.
For
a
moment
,
the
picture
remained
unchanged
:
the
desk
,
the
blank
white
wall
behind
it
.
Then
an
arc
of
vivid
blood
splashed
across
the
wall
.
Door
flicked
a
lever
on
the
side
,
blanking
the
screen
,
and
turned
away
.
"
Here
.
"
The
marquis
passed
her
a
handkerchief
.
"
Thanks
.
"
She
wiped
her
face
,
blew
her
nose
vigorously
.
Then
she
stared
into
space
.
Eventually
,
she
said
,
"
Islington
.
"
"
I
’
ve
never
had
any
dealings
with
Islington
,
"
said
the
marquis
.
"
I
thought
it
was
just
a
legend
,
"
she
said
.
"
Not
at
all
.
"
He
reached
across
the
desk
,
picked
up
the
gold
pocket
-
watch
,
thumbed
it
open
.
"
Nice
workmanship
,
"
he
observed
.
