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The Case of the Overdressed Man<br />
“Send him in.” Dr Theosophus turned to Nick and smiled. “Perhaps this will be<br />
another client?” Work had been thin on the ground lately and the doctor needed all<br />
the clients he could get.<br />
A tall, rather bulky looking figure was shown into the room. As he entered, Nick<br />
realised that a lot of the bulk was his clothes — he wore a large overcoat, a scarf<br />
wrapped around his face and a wide-brimmed hat pulled down over his eyes. Nick<br />
glanced out of the window at the fine spring morning and thought he seemed a little<br />
overdressed.<br />
Dr Theosophus clearly felt the same way as he greeted the visitor. “Would you care<br />
to remove your coat and hat?”<br />
“No, thank you.” The man’s voice was slow and deep with a trace of an accent.<br />
“Some tea?”<br />
The visitor shook his head.<br />
“A seat?” Dr Theosophus waved towards an armchair.<br />
“No, I will stand.”<br />
The man stood with his back to the fireplace and slowly scanned the room and<br />
its contents. He took in the laboratory bench and its clutter of glass tubes, jars and<br />
bottles; the huge globe and orrery that filled one corner; the robes and assorted<br />
pieces of magical equipment that hung from the walls. Above the fireplace, a large<br />
portrait showed Dr Theosophus conjuring a demon. The artist had drawn the creature<br />
with multiple fangs and spikes so it looked quite deformed as it struggled within a<br />
pentagram.<br />
Of course, Dr Theosophus didn’t actually use that room for magic, and the beaker<br />
Nick was cleaning had held nothing more than the previous night’s nightcap. Another<br />
much plainer room at the top of the house was where the doctor practised his arts.<br />
Dr Theosophus was a good enough businessman to know what the clients<br />
expected, hence the study and all its contents.<br />
“My name is Alex Connaught,” the man said. “I have come here because I believe<br />
you can help me.”<br />
“I sincerely hope so,” Dr Theosophus said. The magician sank into his armchair, his<br />
feet up on a small pouf, his arms resting across the top of his ample stomach.<br />
Nick perched on the edge of the bench and listened intently as the prospective<br />
client continued with his story.<br />
“I have a sister, Lavinia, who is engaged to be married to a man called Svenson.”<br />
“Daniel Svenson?” the doctor asked, sitting up in his seat.<br />
“Yes, Daniel Svenson. You know him?”<br />
“He’s one of those foul new machinists.” The doctor scowled at the thought of all<br />
men of science.<br />
“Believe me, it is not a match that I was happy about. I visited Lavinia at the home<br />
of her fiancée a few nights ago.”<br />
“She is living with him?” Dr Theosophus asked, a note of surprise in his voice.<br />
“She has fallen in with a society of free thinkers, who seem to ignore the moral<br />
decencies.”<br />
“I see. Go on.”<br />
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