located. Placing her hand over her chest to still the pounding of her heart, she paused and turned slowly. For a brief moment, it had sounded like the clicking of the automaton’s talons and she sighed with relief as Henri brought the horse and barutsche to a stop beside her. He climbed down and held her gloved hand assisting her into the open carriage, whispering close to her ear. “Madame, I have been so worried. I have been searching for you since first light.” Her trusted manservant glanced at her as he flicked the reins and the horse broke into a light trot. “It was a trap…but I am all right,” she reassured the elderly man as a look of concern crossed his face. “I am tired but I have appointments all day. I must meet with Professor Schmidt and the others as soon as possible. I need to find out what has happened and we must take extreme care.” “When shall we meet, Madame?” “Organize a gathering for eleven this evening please, Henri,” she replied as the carriage pulled up in front of her salon. “At the university.” “Are you sure, Madame? Will that be safe?” She quelled him with a steady look as she stepped down from the carriage and her voice was terse. “At the university,” she repeated. “Have the carriage ready at eight. If the stable staff ask where I am going, I shall be attending a music recital at the Musikverein and you shall return the carriage in the morning. * * * * Sofia glanced into her salon as she made her way to her apartment above. Pulling the glove off and placing her cloak on the cloak stand in the foyer, she cursed once again at her carelessness in dropping the glove. As she moved through her apartment, her thoughts turned to the meeting tonight. It was most unusual for a woman to participate in any activities at the University; women were not allowed to enroll there and there were no female staff involved in any of the research. Sofia’s involvement at the university had begun when she had read the research notes her father had bequeathed to her when Indigo had passed them on after her marriage to Captain Zane Thoreau ten years ago. Sofia smiled as she remembered Indigo’s wedding. It had scandalized society as she had been heavily pregnant with the twins, and Indigo in her usual brash manner had thumbed her nose at the society matrons who had expressed their displeasure. Nevertheless, curiosity won out and the ceremony and reception in the tropical biome was attended by all who were invited… with the exception of Duke Lorca. Sofia had stayed in the manor with Mr. and Mrs. Grimoult to oversee the operations of the holiday complex while Zane and Indigo had travelled to Scotland for a brief honeymoon. She had enjoyed her time there and Sofia had spent the following year in the household assisting with the twins when they were born. Jago and Jory had their mother’s lust for life and created a multitude of work for the household. She had been fascinated by Indigo’s biomes. Word of the passionflower pharmacologicals and their healing properties had spread across Europe and the colonies. Indigo had shared the research notes with her and Sofia had been intrigued by their father’s writing on the properties of the moon flower and his belief that human life could be extended if the liquid from this rare white flower from the alpine region of Austria could be extracted. For years, she had carried the idea with her and a chance meeting with Professor Schmidt, an old colleague of her father in Vienna three years later had resulted in her acceptance into the elite ranks of Vienna University. A small group of scientists allowed her to became a part of their secret society in exchange for Professor de Vargas notes and Sofia had eventually led the research and still held control A recent missive to Indigo had described how close they were to achieving their goal. Sofia now wondered if she had been foolish detailing their progress in writing and trusting the