Henry Davidson, typically known as Inspector Davidson but now simply referred to as "Monsieur Henry" by the airship crew, watched the passengers board. A tap on his shoulder made him turn to see a young man in uniform.
“The captain would like a word, Sir.”
Henry followed the youth to the captain’s office.
"How has your time in Paris been?" Captain Viero asked once they’d exchanged the usual introductory pleasantries.
"Relaxing," Henry lied. While he'd enjoyed strolling the Champs Elysees and visiting the landmarks, he'd not been able to escape a sense of restlessness and unease. He should have been grateful that his life's work—seeking out and uncovering the plots of the neo-Pythagoreans and Clockwork Guild—had been justified by the appearance of a goddess at a Boston businessman's par
