Episode 31

“What?” Duchess Von Ferrin glanced around in alarm. Only herself and Captain Hunter were visible in the room.

The captain’s smile was brittle and cold. From inside his coat, he withdrew an eight-by-four-inch brass-trimmed wooden box. It was an opti-telegraphic. Its small quartz stone glowed a cheerful pale white to show the device was broadcasting.

Von Ferrin was on her feet in an instant, her knuckles were white with anger. She glared at the captain. “You deceitful swine! You had a working...