"The British Empire has always encountered difficulty in distinguishing between its heroes and its monsters"
-Campion Bond from Memoirs of an English Intelligencer(Meeson's 1908)
Dover, May 1898
The white Cliffs of Dover marked the point in which England was closest to France. A lone figure stood by a metallic railing staring away from the famous white cliffs. A carriage slowly approached behind him. The figure reached into his right pocket with his left hand and pulled out a large cigarette case with a black and white image of a Jester or Harlequinn on it. He propped it open and removed a cigarette, catching in the mirror a carriage approaching behind him. The carriage stopped and the driver tipped his hat at a woman who was stepping out of the carriage. The figure pulled out a pack of matches of the "John Bull" brand, the mascot was a portly man with mutton chops and top hat. The slogan of "Simply No Match" hung under its visage. The approaching woman interrupted him as he lit his cigarette.
" . Good day to you Sir."
The figure took one put off smoke and then with his right hand hurled his cigarette over the railings.
"Oh please Miss. Harker, Do Call me Campion...and perhaps in Return I might refer to you as "Wilhelmina"?"
He paused. As Miss Harker walked up towards him from behind.
Campion Bond: Simply remarkable, the view here isn't it.
Miss Harker walked forward and look dove the edge to gaze upon the massive channel Causeway bridge being built between England and France. It was a wonder of the world. Closest to the two was the giant statue of Britannia herself, the personification of British imperial might. She had her hands outstretched and wore an ancient helmet, Her right hand was incomplete and was missing, the hand itself had yet to be built. Her left hand held a scepter with two cobras coiling around it and facing each other at the moment their slender bodies reached the top. Near her feet was a shield with the British Union Jack upon it and the word Industry carved along the middle stripe. At the far edge was the Lion that appeared on the arms of England in Passant Gardant. It was standing upright proudly and had its mouth open roaring proudly. Below where several large smoke emitting cranes that were busily moving about struggling to complete construction. Construction on the bridge had been pushed further from the original intended date, now it looks like construction would be finished at around 1902.
Miss Harker: Remarkable. And "Miss Harker" will be Quite Sufficient.
Chapter One: Empire Dreams
Campion Bond: As you wish. I am terribly sorry to hear about your husband.
Miss Harker seemed troubled by this but made an effort to remain stoic in Bond's presence.
Miss Harker: Thankfully my husband's fate is no concern of yours. I take it the Captain will be here soon?
For the first time since their conversation had started Bond turned to face Miss Harker completely.
Bond: One would imagine so, but then as the sole turn in our menagerie that you've so far recruited, you know more of him than I. He suffers from an inflammation of the brain, I'm told.
Miss Harker: He has his eccentricities but at least he is courteous. Do you consider me a part of your "menagerie"?
Bond moved closer to Mina. He was now to Mina's sights seen in full for what he truly was. A obese man in a suit clearly tailored specifically for him. He had a devil beard and goatee and a beauty mark on his left cheek. His hair blue in the wind. He was close enough that Mina could smell his breath. She only looked forward out into the landscape.
Bond: Dear Lady, what am I to say? Your history has placed you far beyond social pale. Being made a widow is one thing, but that other business...Ravished by a foreigner and all that. Quite against your will of course but then people do talk don't they?
Mina's gaze did not shift from looking outward into the sea.
Miss Harker: Yes. I'm afraid they do.
there was an air of silence before Bond broke it.
Bond:Still chin up eh? As we see, England has a place for you in the employ of my superior.
Miss Harker: oh yes. The Gentleman who's known by his initial, like a seaside landlord: Mr.M. We both know very well it's Mycroft Holmes we're speaking of why not simply admit it?
Bond:That is surmise upon your part, about matters which need not concern you. Your task is to find this chap in Cairo or whatever's left of him. Tell him how much his country needs him...
Miss Harker:For the Menagerie of course. Don't worry Mr. Bond I won't let you down.
Bond: Please don't. We live in troubled times where fretful dreams settle upon the Empire's Brow. If England is to survive them, then your work is vital. Be about it vigorously and without delay, for the shadows of the century grow long...
Below them, a large amount of bubbles began to build flew away and something began emerging.
Bond:Ah. Your chariot approaches.
The bubbles grew and suddenly the world seemed to change. the bubbles instead were boiling in a glass vase.
Cairo. June 1898.
The opium den was filled with smoke. Many of the men within were smoking pipes. held a handkerchief to her mouth as she coughed. She followed her guide to a room where pulled back a curtain, revealing a dark room with a lifeless corpselike figure in bed. it was filled with large insects, including a large lizard crawling on a column. The guide spoke in arabic.
"الرجل الذي يسعى هو في هنا"
turned back to the guide and spoke back to him.
: شكرا لمساعدتكم كبير.
The guide exited and expected the man. She had never seen anyone so skinny. He had long white hair and a large beard.
the figure weakly opened its eyes.
: My name is Wilhelmina Harker. Your country has need of you again, sir.
He stirred for a moment and then weakly closed his eyes again.
Quatermain:Go away.
looked at him solemmly.
: Sir. I had heard better of you. Is there nothing left of what you were.
Quatermain didn't respond, instead not moving or opening his eyes. The guard was returning now and with him a larger fatter man.
: I see. Then may the good the good lord help the empire Sir. If there are no men finer than yourself...
She was interrupted by one of the men who had entered placing a hand on her shoulder.
:To guard her?
The hands became more forceful, one being placed on her hip and other on he dress.
: Sir? what are you doing?
She tried speaking arabic.
: النزول
"تعال هنا، امرأة! نحن لسنا التي قبيحة."
She was brought down to the ground and her dress was being pulled up while one of the men's shorts were being pulled down. Mina sighed and closed her eyes. Her eyes turned red and two of her from teeth became sharp and fanglike. However before anything could come of this the two stopped upon hearing a voice come from the man on the bed.
Quatermain: هذا يكفي
Quatermain was holding a gun and pointing it towards the two men who the now had the undivided attention of. Quatermain was sitting upright, holding the weapon in a trembling hand with eyes barely open.
Quatermain: ... ترك لها وحدها أو I'll قضاء رؤوسكم مفتوحة.
The skinnier man moved towards Quatermain with a raised dagger. The two spoke in a tone that seemed dismissive of the old man.
"... انه يبالغ ... مجرد إلقاء نظرة عليه، وهو مدمرة."
" كنت تعيش مثل رجل ميت. بين البعوض."
recognized the weapon from her time as teacher, It was a civil war era Lemat black powder weapon. The downside was each shot needed to be loaded. The skinnier man prepared to bring the knife down on the weaker Quatermain but he fired the gun, bringing the hammer down. The gun smoked and the lifeless body of the man fell to the floor, shocking the larger man. He turned his attention to Quatermain and drew a dagger of his own, approaching him.
"ابن العاهرة، قتلت أخي ..."
He slammed into him as Quatermain fired and missed as a result of the impact. Quatermain let out a grunt as the larger man slammed him into a wall.
Quatermain:Damn you heathen coward, hit a man when he's sick.
The man raised the knife to Quatermain's face and prepared to stab him
"أنت ذاهب إلى .."
"?يموت؟"
The large man backed away slowly before collapsing to the floor.A dagger was embedded in his back. stood there for a moment. Quatermain was slow to register his shock and still very weak. was now wiping her hands with a handkerchief while keeping a calm disposition.
: ? I think sir It would be expedient for us to make our swift departure.
Quatermain: uhh...yes,yes of course. Th-The way out's through that curtain.
grabbed Quatermain by the arm and slowly walked out with him, going largely unnoticed by the opium den filled with patrons with their senses dulled. They were however all disturbed when the large man emerged from the room with the dagger still in his back shouting angrily.
"أصدقائي، فقد قتل لي! ... لا تدع لهم الهروب!"
and Quatermain made their way up the turning to face them ,they could hear marching of several men are with swords coming close to them. They began to get closer and the duo took off running.
Quatermain:Well that's torn everything! For God's sake,woman. I'm a sick are you doing this to me miss...?
Harker. Please be quiet,sir. We must get you to the docks.
they were now taking off running,the crowd of men chasing them moving in full force,pushing many people out of the way.
Quatermain: docks? I thought you said you had connections at the embassy?
:I confess I may have embroidered the truth a little in that regard. However I have a friend waiting at the waterfront.
The men pursued the process a man and the camel he was riding on were pushed off the stairs and took a great fall. Several other people were pushed out of the way.
Quatermain:You're mad! I'll never make if I do,where shall I get my opium?
Her shock and outrage took hold.
:In heaven's name be a man,sir! Your pitiful whining sickens me! Now hurry ! They are almost on us!
they began to run to the front of the dock.
Quatermain: I don't care. I just want to go to sleep.
:No! You're Allan Quatermain and your country needs you! I need you...
A sudden shock hit her.
"Most especially since I cannot see my friend the captain anywhere!"
Quatermain fell to his looked around frantically.
: I don't understand! He gave me his word as a gentleman the the would meet me here. S-Sir, I fear that you are right and I have doomed us Both.
Quatermain's eyes widened.
Quatermain:God's Harker...?
She turned around to see what had shocked him
Quatermain:Forgive me,but is it the Opium...Or can you see that as Well?
something emerged from below the size of the object betrayed the sound it had should have emerged with the sound of a ship but instead it was was a large craft the likes of which no one there could fathom.A massive steel construction was red in was spooked for a moment as it appeared as a sort of mechanical Squid with large glass eyes staring at continued to rise and Quatermain now saw it Squid, almost like a dead animal of a trophy seemed to be resting on the much larger true body of the it emerged it bellowed out a massive geyser of water. The entire submersible made Quatermain think of a squid attacking a whale. He was speechless for some attacked that had been pursuing the two had halted in Duo was presented before them a red wall of the craft,leaking water from above. Allan could not see the opening but a door opened was a steel door that moved towards the ground, allowing it to double as a walkway outward from the craft to the there,having been waiting for the door to continue falling was a tall indian man with a thick big black beard with streaks of grey and a large turban,clad in a military uniform. The makeshift door smoked form the sides.
"Memesahib come I must have a woman on my ship, It is preferable they are alive I think.
The man had the shell of a Nautilus upon the front of his turban where a jewel might be.
boarded the ship carrying the weak Quatermain.
:But Captain,the Mob...
"A Mohammedan leave them to Me."
The Captain stepped out onto the dock,carrying in his right hand a massive metallic weapon,with a Harpoon sticking out of the stood quite calm despite the army now being extremely close.
"لا تدع الشياطين البيض الهروب ... اللعنة طويل القامةواحد ... ليس هو ..."
The Captain towered over all those who were charging raised his weapon as they go closer. The speaker held two knives in front of him.
"سوف تخبرنا ..."
The man was cut off as a burst of fire emerged from the machine.A string tangled around the harpoon burst hit of flame hit the man who spoke the words in the face. He was flung back along with the closest man he had been standing next to. The harpoon priced through the neck of the first and emerged for the back of the second. Splatters of blood burst out like a stream. the crowd that had gathered men's blades and shoes flew off their body while they were flung back. The spectators were shocked by this an stared at the sight of the impaled Captain took this time to walk back to his craft. He entered it and the door rose to close behind saluted as the door finally craft began to submerge and it once again elicited the attention of the threw there weapons but they bounced harmlessly off red metal. The craft floated down into the some continued to throw their weapons ,other simply raised them over the head in anger and protest. All actions were useless and did not halt the departure of the seafaring was not long before the craft descended and floated away into the safety of the dark underseas.
With the ship memo was at the controls,which let out room he was in beamed with red light indicating the submerging to all onboard. The captain often wished to pilot the vessel himself,after all he himself had contracted it.
"there. And How is the great colonial explorer that your empire sent you here to salvage?"
Mina tended to the elder explorer,placing him on a couch made of a purple fabric.
Mina: Rather a mess. I'm afraid...and I think you;ll find it's our empire. Captain.
The Captain turned to face room he continued to stand in was bright red from the alarm and it gave the large indian man of tall stature a perhaps unintentionally menacing. Shadows were cast over his face,practically concealing it if not for the outlines.
" Indian Mutineers may have surrendered but I did not. If I work with the British, it is because I no longer feel even indian. The Sea is my only nation."
Mina: Then we are both made strangers in our homelands. Exiles. Like our new Acquaintance here...
She was cut off by Quatermain,who was speaking up
Quatermain:P-Please. I feel so sick. Need my Medicine...
The Captain approached the man and Mina backed away to let him through.
"You are aboard my ship,sir, and my remedies are bitter."
Quatermain's eyes were rolling into the back of his weakly held up a hand.
Quatermain:Who said that? everything is slipping in and out of focus...I see you only dimly,sir. If you are real and not some opium Djinn sent to torment me, tell me who you are!
Indeed Quatermain saw only a shadow but one that was fading into a black mass.
"I am No One"
The figure vanished before his eyes, or at least that was the case from Quatermain's looked at his hands, the only thing he could see in the darkness of the room he now inhabited. He grabbed his head in was sitting up in a bed,a green curtain to his right. His eyes adjusted to the darkness. He reached for the curtain almost impulsively, expecting to see was instead greeted by the blackness of the ocean, illuminated by a red fish with large yellow eyes and sharp long teeth staring back at him, giving him a bit of a shock,and he recoiled back. He put his hand to his chest,feeling his hand against the three scars across his chest left there by a lion in his early days when he was young and inexperienced. His flight of panic did not end there and he ran to another source of light.A metal door with a circular window. He peaked through it, sweat pouring down his skin and his breath visibly floating up as vapor. He brought his hands to himself to shield his body fro the cold,realizing that he was naked. He looked within and saw that Mina woman drinking tea. The Captain, "No One", had his back turn and was pulling down there devices hanging. The big indian man made his way next to the woman,standing in front of a circular steering wheel which held within it the golden form of the dancing Hindu god Siva, with many arms extending outward around the circle. It took a moment for Allan to realize they were facing his direction.
Mina:hmm. looks somewhat less frantic than he did yesterday, don't you think?
The Captain: He could scarcely be worse. He was raving about diamond mines again during the night. He called for someone called "Umslopogaas."
Mina:To think I grew up reading his exploits...just as I read of yours. Quatermain, however was always the Empire's favorite son. You were it's worst nightmare.
The Captain: The Winning side writes the history books, Miss Harker.
The indian Captain turned to face the woman.
"But what of you? what of your history?"
He approached Mina but she got up and began moving.
"Why would your British secret service place a music teacher in the company of men as dangerous as Quatermain or myself? You are not qualified..
Mina:Dangerous men? Why, Captain. You have no idea.
she tugged at the red scarf around he snack as if it was uncomfortable.
As for my qualifications, they must remain my own affair. I trust,sir, as a gentleman, you will not press me. Now how soon shall we arrive in France?
The captain made his way to a panel of levers.
"We have another day and night before we dock in paris. I trust will have successfully subdued his demons by that time."
Mina: One hopes so.
She approached the door from the room in which Quatermain was sleeping and peaked inside through the window. Quatermain was curled up on the bed in a fetal position.
Mina: Because if what my contact monsieur Dupin tells me in his letters is correct...well it would seem that paris has sufficient demons of it's own.
Paris, Late June, 1898
The cityscape was filled with smoke emitting from massive chimneys. Above floated several large blimps,some of them close to the building. There were several tall almost abstract shapes buildings or tall narrowing rectangular shapes. They were decorated with with several windows. the Eiffel tower was visible a great distance away alongside other large towers. A windmill was present in the city as was a massive sculpture of guillotine taller than most of the buildings. This truly was a Paris in the twentieth century, despite being a few years before the beginning of the new millennium.
Several words were spoken.
" ? Are you unwell?"
Quatermain looked much better hair was combed back neatly and he now had a medium sized white was now stroking the hair on his beard, still not used to the change. He was wearing a blue navy coat with gold buttons with anchors on it. Mina wore a small green hat with two feathers,her red scarf and a green dress.
Quatermain: of course not! I'm...I'm just a little restless, that's all. You can hardly blame me! press-ganged into something I don't understand by my own country , and now this french dotard we're about to meet is late...why couldn't your buccaneer friend be here instead of me?
Mina: The french authorities believe the captain dead since the "mysterious island" affair fifteen years ago. It's better he remains aboard ship...
Quatermain: It's better he remains dead!Do you know you're dealing with? That's Captain Nemo. Nemo the madman. Nemo the science pirate...
Mina: Preferable surely, to Quartermain the opium-sot? I have, you many deplorable specimens of humanity, but you...
Quatermain: Madame, that's enough! I pray god all englishwomen are not now of your manly ilk...
"ahh...Les Anglaises. Always the friends."
The man who spoke to them was shorter than the both of wore a bowler hat and brown suit with a red tie. His face was thing and he had a long white beard and mustache.
Quatermain:hm? I beg your pardon?
"So you should. You are very loud and disagreeable monsieur. I am Auguste Dupin."
Mina: The Chevalier Dupin? It is an honor, sir. I am Miss Harker. We've corresponded.
Dupin:Curtainment. You are the catspaws or monsieur Bond, Non? You call Dupin from his retirement when you need his help.
Mina:As I understood it, It was that our interests coincided with your own.
that may be. An old case of mine, closed long ago, seems to have sprung open again. Your Monsieur Bond expressed an interest.
Dupin began to walk away and the two followed through a crowd of people and their chattering.
Dupin: me. I'll take you to the street itself.
Mina: Street? What street would that be sir? I had believed that I was here to find a missing englishman, a doctor...
Dupin: What you believe, mademoiselle, is your affair. I only know what I have deduced.
Mina: And what might that be?
Dupin:that the murders have begun again. It started more than fifty years ago,here in the Quartier . A woman and her daughter were destroyed with horrible ferocity.
He raised his cane and pointed sharply to a wall with a plaque upon it which read "Rue Morgue".
Dupin: This street here, between the Rue Richelieu and the Rue , in 1841. This is where it happened.
Quatermain,while not far was pressing himself against a glass window and inspecting glass beakers and bottles within.
Dupin: The Older Woman, Madame L'Espanaye, had been almost decapitated with a razor, then hurled from that window. He gestured above with his cane to a nearby window. Her daughter Camille L'Espanaye, had first been throttled then thrust feet-first up a chimney. A mystery, Non?
Mina: I-It is indeed. Did you reveal the man responsible?
Dupin: It was no man, Mademoiselle. It was an ape, An Ourang-Outang escaped from the Sailor that had owned it.
He held his old hands outward in frustration, as if gesturing to something that was right in front of the two of them and obvious.
Dupin:Such was my deduction and yet...
Quatermain was making his way back to the two after taking a little detour.
Mina:and yet?
Dupin: And Yet, two months ago, a local prostitute named Anna Coupeau was discovered with her neck snapped. Other murders followed, each displaying the same praeter-human strength. All the victims were prostitutes.
The three passed by a street in which two sailors large sailors were getting more than friendly with three rather large men appeared to have been drinking.
Mina:How like London's still-uncaptured Whitechapel fiend from ten years ago. Perhaps this missing Doctor I am seeking...?
Dupin:No,Again, This is No Man. An Ape-like figure was reported fleeing the murder scenes.
Mina: I see, and your Role in the earlier case led you to this one?
Dupin eyelids seemed to become heavy.
Dupin:Partly. Also I...I knew Anna Coupe. I knew her mother actually. "Nana," they called her. She led a hard life, driven to prostitution by her alcoholic family, She died of smallpox in 1870, but I raised her daughter. she was young and innocent...She did not deserve this treatment.
Mina: No woman does. It seems there's nothing for it: I must set myself as bait. Monsieur Dupin? How might I pass myself off as a Demimondaine?
That night.
A light blue fell upon the city of Paris. Yellow lights broke the color. Mina stepped out with a purple hat and a pink corset and dress.
Mina: There. How do I look?
Allan turned away, not wishing to view Mina's dress.
Dupin:Well, you look the part, all right.
He raised a withered hand to gesture to his own neck.
Dupin:That scarf though. It's too much. You should take it off.
Mina:Absolutely Not. Now, I shall loiter near the gas-fixture directly opposite. You gentlemen may observe from either end of the street, Blocking our Quarry's escape.
Quatermain gestured outward as he spoke.
Quatermain: But we don't even know who we're looking for!
Mina stepped away from Allan as he rose his fists to his chest,feeling it to be cold. She walks towards a streetlight across the road.
Mina: An ape-like figure, didn't the chevalier say? Even you should have no trouble spotting him.
Dupin: She is right.
He pointed with his cane down the other end of the narrow Parisian street.
Dupin: Go take up your position on the corner, while I occupy my own. Watch carefully now.
Dupin went down the other side of the street. Mina walked to a streetlamp at the narrow area where the thin street curved inward and stood under it. Her hat and the light combined to cast a shadow over her face. Quatermain place this left hand in his coat and placed his right in his coat pocket.
Quatermain:hmmph.
street crossed over. Allan stood at the corner under a lantern. In the opposite corner there was a brightly lit store, the very same he had observed earlier. Fortunately for Allan the french word above the store translated neatly into english as "PHARMACIE". He could not divert his gaze from the yellow light with, illuminating a showcase of various bottles.A pressure began to build in him and Allan leaned on the side. The lantern above him attracting moths to its flame. Mina had not moved from he location and they seemed to be the only ones out on the streets. Quatermain took an extra look to be sure. Mina seemed to be staring at him,her hands on her hips as if judging him but her face was hidden by the darkness of the lamppost and her hat. She turned away to look the other way and the former explorer took this time to walk towards and into the "Pharmacie". After some time he walked out again, pausing for a moment to take a large drink form a bottle he held. He stumbled to his old corner and now observed that Mina was gone. The explorer's instincts kicked in and he ran down to the opposite corner.
Quatermain: Oh my God! Dupin! Dupin!
Dupin was at his post.
Dupin: What is it? Where is Mademoiselle Harker?
Quatermain: Sh-She...That is I don't know! I must have looked away for a moment and...
He realized he had the green bottle held out in front of him. Dupin looked at it and Quatermain attempted conceal it in his coat upon the realization with a look of guilt. Dupin gave a glare that made the former explorer sink into guilt even more. Dupin turned away from Quatermain and held his hand straight.
Dupin: Monsieur, you are both a weakling and a fool!
Quatermain sealed up the bottle, guilt evident in his eyes.
Dupin: We must be quick! She can only have been abducted by the Rue Richelieu.
The frenchman made his way to another area where hidden in the mist where the silhouettes of several men and women could be seen. They passed by back and forth, oblivious to the conflict the two men were enraptured in. Dupin approached a large woman in a green dress and hat and spoke in french, which Quatermain could not understand.
Dupin: Pardonnez-Moi Mademoiselle...
Streetwalker: Bonsoir, papi. Encore Toi ?
Dupin: Je Cherche Une Femme. Une Petite Brune. elle Etait avec un Client...
Streetwalker:Oui,Je L'ai vue me voler mon client! elle est partie par la avec Henri L' Angliche ya Pas Deux minutes!
The woman pointed down an alleyway. Allan noticed she seemed angry.
Dupin: Cet Henri C'est un Homme costaud, Hein? Un Vrai Gorille?
Streetwalker: Henri? C'est un petit anglais tout Mince. Il a une Piaule Juste Au Coin.
Dupin tipped his hat.
Dupin: Merci, Mademoiselle. Vous M'Avez été très Utile.
Allan:What did she say?
The two men took off running down the street.
Dupin: That she saw your friend with a skinny englishman named Henry, a prostitute's regular. He lives on the corner.
Allan: Then Miss Harker must have gone with him thinking to be her missing doctor.
Dupin: That may be. at least he does not sound much like our murderous ape. However, let us keep our pistols at the ready. The apartment is somewhere around...
He was cut off by an object crashing through the window. It was an umbrella holder made from an elephant's foot.
Dupin:Here!
Dupin pointed to the window while Quatermain took off running around the corner to an entrance.
Dupin:Great God! Be Quick, Man! Back in 1841, the beast first wrecked the room and all it's furniture!
Allan: This must be the door over here!
He fired into the lock on the door which swung open and he ran up the stairs. He heard a scream.
"OH GOD!"
"OH,GOD. NO! NO,DON'T!
Allan: Miss Harker! Miss Harker, hold on!
He found her on the floor,picking herself up, blood trickling from her went to her and kneeled down.
Allan:Dear God! Miss Harker, what happened? what did he...?
Mina: I-In there. He's in there.
She stood before the entrance to a pitch black room
Mina: I thought I could handle him, and then...
She looked to the dark 's vision was approaching the top of the steps at a slower space.
Mina: And then something...Something happened.
Allan stepped forward towards the room with her gun drawn.
Allan:See to her,Dupin! Allright, We know you're in there! The game's up for you, you Rogue!
He stepped fully into the darkness.
Allan:Come on out, "Henry" or whoever you are! I have a pistol and I demand that you...
A cane fell down on his head. He let out a yell of pain. A low,demonlike voice spoke for the Shadows.
"Henry?"
An apelike creature burst for the room, holding a bloody cane in his left hand and the unconscious Quatermain in the other. He wore tore clothes and his size towered over Mina and Dupin who kneeled on the floor, growling with beastlike sharp teeth.
"HENRY ISN'T HOME! I'M HYDE!