Priya, though, looked stricken. And I thought I knew why. We hadn’t brought anything to feed the elephant with.
I touched her on the shoulder.
She turned to me, dark eyes wide under her arched brows — the prettiest thing I have ever seen. “Wait here,” I said. “I’ll be back in a quarter hour.”
“These are Indian elephants,” she said with a smile. “I will stay right here.”
I hadn’t known there was more than one kind of elephant, and I made a note to myself to ask her later what the differences was. Right now, though, I threaded through the crowd, dodging at least one would-be rump squeezer along the way. There was a line at the concession stand, but I wrinkled my nose and joined it, flicking the skirts of my iris-colored day dress smooth. I’d told Priya a quarter hour, after all. And I didn’t think she’d run away if I was a few minutes late — but I also realized that I hated being away from her.
Ain’t love grand?
But I was set on my surprise, so I stayed in line.
There were two men in front of me talking politics and I ain’t proud of it, but I made a mule ear over at ’em while all the while pretending to search in my reticule for Christ knows what. Eavesdropping’s a sin, but ignorance is fatal. Take your pick.
“… we haven’t done so bad with Stone,” the tall one said.
The smaller took a swig of his flask. “We haven’t done so good with him, either. You think Bantle would put up with those Chinks spreading cholera and syphilis all over the city?”
You ever hear somebody blithely say something so amazingly plastered over with bullshit it just makes your eyes bug? I swear to God, I found my nail scissors in my bag and dug it into my fingertip to keep from opening my mouth. It hurt less than biting my lip. I wanted to ask him what Bantle was blackmailing him with to get him to spread such categorical lies.
“Besides,” said the one with the flask, “Stone won’t run. He’s too afraid of what would come out. I bet he’s swindled the city out of hundreds of thousands of dollars by now.”
I remembered something Pollywog had said about her secret client not seeming like himself lately and bit my lip. But I was saved from whatever I might have said because they got to the front of the line and had to order. Fried dough, bratwurst, fritters, and beer. They were too busy stuffing sausages into their faces to continue the conversation when they left, thank Christ.
I got up and ordered two caramel apples, two beers, and a bag of peanuts, but when I pulled coins from my reticule to pay, a hand reached over my shoulder.
“I’ve got the lady’s order,” someone said over my shoulder.
When I turned around, I startled. It was René, a gold miner from Quebec I knowed from Madame’s house. Sometimes he’d just sit in the parlor and buy Bea drinks and they’d talk at each other in two different kinds of French. He hadn’t come in in a month or so, though. He was a good tipper with good breath, and all the girls liked him.
I said, “That’s very generous.”
He handed me the caramel apples. “How were you going to carry all this?”
“I manage,” I said. We turned away. “I haven’t seen you in lately.”
He shrugged and frowned. “I don’t know,” he said. “I haven’t had much gumption to come visiting of late.”
I thought about how business had been falling off. “Have you been going somewhere else?”
He snorted. “You know that’d be like hot dogs after caviar, Karen honey. Begging your pardon.”
I took a bite of one of the apples. The caramel was chewy and thick, the apple inside a lick of crunch and juiciness. It’d be a challenge not to eat it all. “Did you hear about the murder?”
“Right outside your door, it was, non?”
I nodded. “The Ancient and Honorable Guild of Seamstresses is getting up a Vigilance Committee. Patrols. You don’t need to be afraid to come see us.”
He shrugged, one of those eloquent Frog shrugs with a whole paragraph in it. Pity Bea wasn’t there to read that paragraph to me, because it was in a language I could recognize but not speak much of. “I heard some girls went to Horaz Standish to ask for protection,” he said.
I made myself swallow instead of spit, but it weren’t easy. “They better be careful they don’t wind up in Bantle’s cribs. Oh, here we are. René, this is my friend Priya. She’s … she’s one of our mechanics.”
That seemed safest. She looked down, and I held the second apple out to her. “There’s peanuts for the elephant,” I told her. “And I got you a beer.”
You have never seen a face light up like hers when I said “peanuts,” I tell you true.
René didn’t seem to mind being seen with a couple of whores, or maybe he enjoyed watching the elephant’s hairy, ridiculously dainty nose tip whisk peanut after peanut out of Priya’s slender fingers. She even let me try once, and the prickle of fine hairs and the huff of warm breath reminded me of a horse’s lip feeling for carrots so it almost made me weep. Priya and René were both generous enough to pretend not to notice, though.
Afterward, Priya and me took our leave of René and walked home slowly. It was getting on sunset but sunny and we hadn’t needed our umbrellas. We were companionable and it was fine indeed — but our peace and goodwill lasted only until we climbed down the ladder by Madame’s and walked into the parlor.
Nobody was there but the girls, the Professor, and Crispin. And all the girls was there — even Madame. All gathered around Francina, who sat on a love seat with her head on her hands.
I slipped up next to Bea, who was at the back of the group — or the front, depending on your perspective. Closest the door, anyway. Priya ghosted behind me. “What happened?”
Bea’s lips compressed. “One of Miss Francina’s specials went down with a gold ship.”
I blinked, stunned. Then something awful occurred to me. “Wait, that same ship?” I remembered reading in the paper about one that had gone down some time ago.
“No,” Bea said. “A second one.”
“Criminy.” Sure, the seas got rough in winter — but those modern ships were huge things and expected to weather anything short of a hurricane. To lose two in the space of a month was bad luck indeed. “That’s awful.”
“She just heard,” Bea whispered.
“Well,” I said. “I’m going to get her some coffee—”
But Connie had beaten me to it. She came out of the back with a tray and set it down, and started shooing girls away from Miss Francina like so many busy chickens. The Professor went back to his bench and started picking out something skipping. Crispin came over by the door.
I stood there feeling useless until Priya took my hand and led me over to sit down near Miss Francina and Miss Lizzie, where we talked about the circus and not shipwrecks at all.
Priya’s not just smart about machines.
* * *
After Miss Francina got herself together, she wanted to look for conspiracies. And we had next to no johns come in that night, so talk in the parlor was all of the Russians and the Brits and rumors that they was allying up in Victoria to pincer into Alaska and take it back, now that they knowed it was full of gold.
The Professor eventually wandered off his bench and came over to opine that the Russians wouldn’t even put up with the Brits, even for all the gold in Alaska. We were working up to a good old cheerful row over that, and that color was coming back into Miss Francina’s cheeks something wonderful, when Crispin jumped up to answer a knock and we all fell silent and turned.