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difficult for my constables. They keep being accosted out on their rounds. No one will answer their questions and t he men themselves don’t want to go out at night lest they find themselves running into this damnable fellow. Superstitious prigs!”
    Newbury looked suddenly serious. “Charles,” He patted the other man on the shoulder. “Look who has his ire up now! Don’t be so swift to discount these stories, at least before we have any real evidence to the contrary.”
    Bainbridge looked incredulous. “Heavens, Newbury, surely you’re not putting any stock in these ridiculous tales? They are clearly as much poppycock as Miss Johnson’s spirits!”
    Newbury hesitated. “Look, Charles, I know I was dismissive of Miss Johnson, but I’ve spent the entire day scouring shelves in the British Library looking for references to a glowing policeman and I assure you, there is more to it than meets the eye.”
    Bainbridge stopped in his tracks. He leaned on his cane. “How so?”
    “There’s a case from about twelve years ago. A bobby who was murdered by a gang of petty thieves, found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. You know the sort of thing.” Bainbridge nodded. “Well, for a month after the body was interred, a ‘glowing bobby’ was seen looming out of the fog around the Whitechapel area, his pale skin shining an iridescent blue. One-by-one the bodies of the thieves turned up, all strangled, all dumped in the same area of the city. Witnesses report sightings of the dead constable, come back from the grave to seek revenge on his aggressors. After the last of the thieves turned up dead, the ‘glowing bobby’ was never seen again.” He paused. “Until now, that is. I pieced the story together from various newspaper reports.”
    Bainbridge shrugged. “It was probably the other boys from the station, using the story as a cover to take revenge for the murder. They don’t take kindly to one of their own being put in the soil.”
    It was Newbury’s turn to nod. “That may well be the case, but until we know more I think we need to follow this line of inquiry. It may turn out to be nothing but poppycock, but we shouldn’t dismiss it until we’ve had the opportunity to investigate a little further first.”
    “Very well.” Bainbridge covered his mouth with the back of his hand as he coughed. “Come on, let’s get out of this cold.”
    Newbury sauntered along beside him. “Would you care to join me for a nightcap at the White Friar’s? They have a shockingly good brandy.”
    Bainbridge was about to reply when a sudden, powerful gust of wind knocked them both back a step, and the older man found himself clinging to his hat to ensure it wasn’t lost in the draught. He looked up. “Damn airships! I wish they wouldn’t fly them so low over the city.”
    Newbury laughed, following his gaze. The underbelly of an immense vessel was scudding overhead, scintillating in the reflected light of the city and temporarily blotting out the moon, casting the two men in a dark shadow. The airship companies had been enjoying a period of rapid growth in recent months, with demand for air travel almost exceeding their capacity to build new vessels and clear space for berthing fields. The appearance of a sizeable ship such as this was becoming a frequent occurrence in the skies over London, as the Empire grew larger and an increasing number of people found profitable business abroad. With the haulage companies taking to the skies, too, there was no longer any need to relocate to foreign climes on a permanent basis, and many businessmen had taken the opportunity to set up subsidiary companies in India, America and the West Indies. Newbury himself had never travelled on one of the vessels, but he was certainly enamoured with them, and watched in wonder as this one drifted lazily overhead, en route, he supposed, to a berthing field south of the city. He glanced back at Bainbridge, who had finally finished repositioning