Watson would be feeling. The good doctor had lost his best friend and colleague. What must it be like to lose such a close friend and to know that there were no more wonderful adventures to write about? And worse still, to know that with Holmes out of the way, Moriarty could rule London unopposed?
Griffin certainly didnât think that he and Rupert were as threatening to the Moriartysâ criminal empire as Sherlock Holmes had been. But the very fact that the professor and Nigel had tried to get rid of them in Boston told him that they werenât insignificant. And now that Holmes was gone, Griffin and his uncle were the only ones who stood in the way of the evil men and their nefarious schemes.
Griffin gripped his ebony walking stick, staring down at Nigel Moriartyâs familiar initials engraved on the caneâs top. Then he looked out at the sea of Londoners gathered together, most with heads bowed and hats clutched to their chests. Many of the ladies were wiping their eyes, and there were children in attendance too.
He felt a surge of empathy as he spotted one child, a little girl of about five or six, clutching her motherâs skirts. He could imagine what she must be feeling, seeing her parents in such distress. She happened to glance at Griffin at the same time he was looking at her.
Who will protect you now? he wondered.
But even as the thought popped into his head, he already knew the answer. It was his job now.
18
THE OLD CLOCK
S tonehenge? You canât be serious!â Rupert said.
Griffin placed a pair of clean socks in his small pack. âItâs the only place that makes sense,â he replied. He had hoped to get confirmation from Sherlock Holmes on this point and to find out if he knew anything about how well guarded Moriartyâs secret hideout would be. But with the great detective gone, it had fallen upon him to arrive at his own deductions.
âAnd how exactly did you determine that thereâs a secret lair hidden beneath Stonehenge?â Rupert asked. âI donât see any evidence that points to such an outlandish conclusion.â
Griffin took Miss Pepperâs note from his pocket and handed it to his uncle.
âMiss Pepper changes her writing style in the middle of her letter. If you read the first part of the note, it sounds like sheâs giving us some insight into her thinking. Sheâs obviously very proud of her accomplishment and wants to tell us so. Take a look,â Griffin said.
Rupert scanned the note, reading the parts where Charlotte informed them of how she deduced the location of the time machine and how easily she managed to break into their apartment. He glanced up at Griffin, scowling.
âAn arrogant woman. Obviously lacking in social graces.â
Griffin tried not to laugh. To hear his uncle criticizing someone else for being arrogant and rude was pretty funny.
âShe does seem confident,â he agreed. âBut if you look closely, youâll see that there is a line or two that stands out as something other than just bragging. See here,â Griffin said, indicating the end of the note. âItâs like she decided to be poetic all of a sudden.â He read the lines aloud to his uncle: â âA new history begins tonight . . . the hands of the ancient clock will be turned and the very stones themselves will be rearranged.â â
âItâs like I said. The woman possesses an overinflated ego,â said Rupert.
âOh, but I donât think so,â Griffin said excitedly. âWhy would she say âthe hands of the ancient clockâ? What could she possibly be referring to?â
Rupert shoved his hands into his worn trouser pockets. âI donât know,â he said grumpily. âPerhaps sheâs talking about time itself. After all, she does possess the time machine.â
âThatâs what I thought at first,â Griffin admitted. âBut then I wondered, why
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