Chapter 29

Dr. Poindexter!Nigel recognized the cogged hero with a start. He pressed his hand against his silent chest, grimacing with the pain of blood that wanted to rush, a heart that wanted to pound. Poindexter was a hero to the cogger underground—his countenance with its replacement eye and gleaming scars down the cheek had graced several of the tattered penny-dreadful novels available for purchase at the paper-stands.

The other must be Lord Maitland. Rumor had it that the two were fast friends; the more scandalous suggested that they’d become lovers. Nigel would not have heard such rumors at all if he hadn’t been so obsessed with the career of Dr. Poindexter. Perhaps, Nigel felt, there was some heroic act he could perform that would allow him some dubious form of return to society. Poindexter was a beacon of that hope, that light in the darkness that covered all those who had replaced flesh with bronze.