"He isn't here either," Lucy said, climbing back into the passenger side of Henry Robertson's electric automobile. Across the street was the darkened windows of Mrs. Abigail Alford's home.
"So, am I missing something here? I have a fondness for Thack too – he's an amazing if temperamental genius. But how on earth do you know all of these places he goes?" Henry asked, a little exasperated. He had spent the last couple hours touring some of the more interesting places of Manhattan with Lucy Elkins in search of the missing doctor.
"I don't think that's really any of your business, Henry, " Lucy answered curtly, folding her dainty hands calming in her lap and turning her face away ,"I know more about him than you could possibly imagine."
Henry sighed, shaking his head. He was thoroughly charmed by this daring and sensual young nurse, so he felt himself willing to continue on this ridiculous hunt.
"Where to next?"
Lucy furrowed her brow, her eyes darkening, "We need to go to Chinatown next."
Henry nearly fell out of the car he jerked upright so quickly, "Where? Did you say Chinatown?"
"Yes. I did," Lucy answered quickly, "Do you know how to get there?"
Henry's mouth hung open with disbelief, "I think I can find my way there."
"Then hurry, please, we don't have time to lose," Lucy answered sternly, "I promise if he's not there you can take me back to the Knick."
Henry rolled his eyes and started up the electric car which took off into the cool evening, following the mixture of electric and gas lights on Broadway and turned south.