"Otto awoke to the sounds of clamor and alarm. There was a fire outside of town. No one could put it out. At last Otto had a chance to show what his wonderful machine could do; and better yet do all by itself.
Arriving at the site of the fire Otto…"
"The Port of Said was always bustling with activity, but really, how was Eudora to know that a bustle would be a fairly inopportune piece of clothing. The constant jostling was one thing, but attempting to find a comfortable seat on any boat was…"
"Marta clucked at him, nudging the full plate before him on the desk. She muttered and stamped her foot in frustration. Henrik hadn't touched a single bite of his supper. He'd spent the better part of the day staring out the window at the…"
"Yes, Otto had plans; first Darmstadt, then Hesse and then perhaps, who knew, Bavaria! They laughed now, but soon they would be laughing out of the other side of their mouths. But wait, there was a smudge on the boiler; who would do such a thing?…"
"Henrik watched with interest from his office window across the street. His anger knew no bounds as he pondered the many ways in which he could foil Otto's grand schemes! They'd competed with each other throughout their lives. From…"
"Eudora swiped at the long strings of spittle on her face with a handkerchief that she swore would never come clean. "Goodness, Windel!" She tried to fell him with an angry glare. "Why ever did you poke that camel with your…"
"The sufragi assured them that Nigel had merely been misplaced, not lost as Eudora had insisted. Miss Schlact however prim and proper seemed entirely unconcerned about his absence. Windel, she could excuse for his distraction, but Miss Schlact was…"