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three glasses.
    â€œLes Étoiles,” she said, holding up the bottle wryly. “It’s French for ‘the stars.’ I told you they always put me to sleep.”
    Montgomery sat on a wooden stool, and I settled into a leather chair and looked out at the setting sun beyond the observation window. Elizabeth sat across from me, sipping her gin. She’d removed her apron and gloves, but she’d missed a small streak of dried blood on her chin.
    â€œYou lied to us,” Montgomery said, “about Frankenstein’s science being lost.”
    Elizabeth shifted. “I swore an oath never to tell, and I didn’t see any reason why you should need to find out, at least not right away. If your friend Mr. Prince had never poisoned himself, my family’s history never would have come up in that carriage ride from London. Raising the dead? Who in their right minds would ever think it possible?”
    â€œDid the professor know?” I asked.
    â€œYes. All the von Steins have known. The third lord of Ballentyne had a daughter who gave birth to Victor Frankenstein’s bastard child in 1786. She helped him with his research and understood how to replicate the procedures, but after he died, she knew it had to be kept secret.” She tapped a finger against the gin glass. “When I told you earlier that Frankenstein’s journals had been lost, that wasn’t exactly the truth. I have them, and I keep them well hidden. They’re called the Origin Journals.”
    â€œAnd what do they contain?”
    â€œEverything one would need to re-create Frankenstein’s work. Instructions on the reanimation procedure detailed enough that even the most basic surgeon would be able to follow them. The knowledge has been passed down to all our family as guardians.”
    â€œFor what purpose?” Montgomery said.
    â€œThe power to defeat death isn’t something that one stumbles upon every day. There might come a time when it’s needed. An epidemic in which so many lives are lost that it’s necessary to keep the population stable, or a great leader struck down before his time. We have strict rules for when the science may be used. A code. It’s called the Oath of Perpetual Anatomy. In one hundred eleven years we’ve never met the criteria.”
    My voice felt hoarse. “But you broke the rules when you brought back Hensley.”
    She laughed, dry and brittle, and picked up her glass. “I thought you might have figured it out by now, Juliet.” She took a sip. “Hensley isn’t my son. He was the professor’s little boy.”
    A gasp caught in my throat. Memories of the professor’s dust-covered nursery came to me: the old toys, the child-sized bed, the portrait on the wall. “Thomas?”
    Elizabeth nodded. “Hensley was his middle name. I told you, when we were leaving London, that the professor had strayed dangerously close to the line into immoral science. In fact, he crossed it. Thomas took ill and died so suddenly, and the professor’s wife not a week later. The professor went a bit mad with grief. He brought his son’s body here to Ballentyne and reanimated him.”
    The feeling had drained from my feet, and yet my heart kept beating faster and faster. They had truly achieved it. Defeated death. Not even my father had dreamed of such lofty achievements.
    â€œHe knew it was a mistake right away,” Elizabeth continued. “But he could hardly undo it and kill his son all over again. Nor could he bring a dead little boy back to London.”
    â€œSo he left Hensley in your care?”
    She gave me an odd look. “I’m merely the most recent mistress of Ballentyne to care for him. Hensley was born six years before I was. He’s forty-one years old, though neither his mind nor his body have aged.”
    I slumped in the chair, stunned. The things it meant for the world . . . A cure for plagues. Eternal

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