But today...Cons hair was pomaded and slicked back away from his face. His mustache had been waxed into long sharp points and twisted up at the ends into absurd curlicues. He was strangely larger through the chest and middle and even slightly taller, and his body was encased in a suit of eye-popping yellow-and-brown plaid. On the desk beside him were a bowler hat of matching brown and a shiny black cane with a lions head for a knob.
Con laughed at his brothers stunned expression and struck a pose. What do you think?
I think youve turned into a bloody Bedlamite, thats what I think. Alex laughed. What in the world are you doing? I thought you were going to Cornwall to infiltrate that lot that says the worlds going to end next month.
Olivia had opened an agency to investigate the wave of spiritualists and mediums in the past decade who had swindled gullible and grief-stricken people with tales of contacting their deceased loved ones in the afterlife. After she met her husband in the course of one of these investigations, her agency had had a rather sporadic existence, with Tom Quick doing most of the work. The agency had turned to a number of other investigative procedures, such as finding missing persons, uncovering financial frauds and investigating the backgrounds of possible employees or spouses.
When Con bought the agency from her, he continued the sort of detective work that Quick was justifiably known for, but he also delighted in returning to the investigation of otherworldly phenomena, going beyond Olivias field of fraudulent mediums and their séances to reports of hauntings and mythical beasts and even, as in his newest case, a quasi-religious group proclaiming the end of the world.
That is where Im going, Con told him.
I dont think youre apt to blend in very well in that costume.
Ah, but you see Con wiggled his eyebrows Ive found that looking outlandish is an excellent way to go unrecognized. All people will remember is this ridiculous mustache and obnoxious suit. When I get rid of them, no one will recognize me.
How did you make yourself look so thick? Alex poked his finger into his twins chest and found it pillowy soft.
Padded vest, Con told him proudly. I have lifts in my shoes, as well. I would have liked to make myself shorter, but thats a trifle difficult.
I daresay. I hope you realize you look like an utter fool.
I know. Con grinned. Watch this. He picked up his cane and, giving a sharp twist to the head, pulled the gold knob from the cane, revealing a slender knife extending from it.
A hidden stiletto. Alexs eyes lit up. Alex might be somewhat more staid than Con, but he was not immune to the lure of secret daggers.
Cunning, isnt it? Con handed the weapon to his brother. And though you wouldnt think so, it provides a good grip. I found it in the attic a couple of months ago.
At Broughton House? Alex turned it over in his hand, examining it.
Yes, I was up there with the Littles.
Alex knew he referred to their sister Kyrias twins, Allison and Jason, who, since Constantine and Alexander had been given the nickname the Greats, were often referred to as the Littles.
It was Jason who found it, but Allie discovered the secret to opening itshes a bloodthirsty little thing, have you noticed? I had a devil of a time persuading her she couldnt keep it.
Well, you know her father. Alex shrugged. Next shell be brandishing a pistol.
Terrifying thought.
Do you expect trouble at this place youre going? Will you need a dagger?
Not really. Con sighed. Im relatively sure hes swindling his believerseasy to persuade someone to hand over all their worldly goods when they think theyll be transported up to heaven in a few months. But I havent seen any sign that hes gotten physical. Still, I like to be prepared.
Alex grinned as he handed back the knife. Especially if it involves a clever trick.
Of course. Con fitted the weapon back into its slot. Care to come with me?
Alex felt a twinge of longing. He and Con had shared many an adventure. It was only the past few years, when Alex had been studying at the Architectural Association and then practicing in his field, that Alex had stayed behind more and more, helping out only now and then with Cons investigations.
No, he said reluctantly. Better not. I have work to do on the plans for Blackburns country house. And I have... I dont know, I just have a feeling I should be here.
What do you mean? Con set aside the cane and fixed his searching gaze on his twin. Is something wrong?
No... Maybe. I dont know. Alex grimaced.
You had a premonition?
Not exactly. Im not like Anna. I dont see whats going to happen. Alex folded his arms. He never liked talking about his gift, as Con saw itor his curse, as Alex was more likely to consider it. Ive been very out of sorts since I woke up. Restless. Its probably nothing, just some residue from a dream.
You had another nightmare. Con was the only one whom Alex had ever told about his bad dreams.
I suppose. I dont really remember it. I just woke up feeling... He shrugged. Even with his twin, Alex hated to reveal the bone-deep fear that invaded him in these dreams, the paralyzing sensation of powerlessness. It was a form of weakness he hated in himself. The thing was...it was something like the way you and I feel when the other is in trouble. But different somehow. Im positive it wasnt about you. But Ive never had that feeling about any of our other siblings.
Do you think your ability is growing? Improving? Con asked almost eagerly.
I sincerely hope not, Alex retorted. Ill go mad if I receive signals every time a Moreland gets into trouble.
True. Theos girls alone would be enough to keep you busy night and day.
Alex grinned but quickly turned serious again. I wanted to ask if you had ever felt that way. If you sensed things about the others.
No. Con looked vaguely wistful. You know meI havent a smidgen of talent. I mean, other than twin speak. He looked thoughtful. If you think somethings wrong, perhaps I should postpone my trip.
No. Dont be absurd. Alex shook his head. Im sure Im jumping at shadows.
But these dreams...
You put more credence in my dreams than I do.
We all know Morelands have significant dreams...except for me, of course. Think of Reed dreaming Anna was in danger, or the things Kyria saw in her dreams.
Ive never had a significant dream in my life. Theyre just nightmares. Ive had them since we were thirteen.
Yes, but those stopped years ago. Its only been recently that youve been dreaming about being locked up again. There must be a reason.
Probably the squab I had for supper last night, Alex said lightly.
Con snorted, but he dropped the subject. That was one of the best things about being a twinone didnt have to pretend, and the other knew without having to ask.
Id better be on my way, Con said, picking up his cane and the small traveling case on the floor beside the desk. My train leaves at two, and I dont want to miss it.
With a grin and a twirl of his bowler, he popped the hat onto his head and left. Alex, a smile lingering on his lips, perched on the edge of Cons desk, long legs stretched out in front of him, and thought about his dreams.