Satisfied that Larséne would now at least mostly behave, Demetri headed for a nearby newsstand and grabbed the first paper off the stack of London Times. He tossed a few coins to the stand owner without even looking to meet his eyes and began to flip through the paper.
Ten found dead after an apartment in the inner city catches fire, residents rally for safer fire codes.
Cat born with three tails, owner says it's a sign of the end times.
Weather been unusually high past month, forecasters say.
Ah...here it is. Missing person's list. He glanced through the names of the week's disappearances. Sure enough, Adella Mabli's name was listed among the recently missing. He noted four other minor inventors among the missing, though there could be other's who's occupations hadn't been mentioned. This was not evidence for a serial inventor kidnapper though. It was London after all, and people going missing was an everyday occurance in some parts of town. No further stories of relevance, unsurprisingly.
The train whistled sharply from the boarding platform, it was time to start the night trip to London. It would take them about 3 hours to get there, and the more casual atmosphere should provide good grounds for background information from the Darling woman.
"Um, excuse me..." piped up a voice from behind him.
"Ms. Darling, I see you made it safe and sound. Shall we board the train then?" he motioned in front of him. She looked around, as if looking for something.
"Um...where did your...associate go?" She asked nervously.
"Oh, don't worry about her, she's probably already at her seat on the train." Demetri replied, even though he knew that was not what she had meant. To shy to say anything else, Minerva shuffled after him onto the train, holding her one small carpet bag in front of her.