A Trip to New London
by Stacey (SST205 at aol.com)
Billy did his best to escape from his attacker, but the
behemoth shoved him down on the back seat with ease. With two
lengths of rope and a rag, he soon had the young inventor bound and
What in the world's going on? Billy thought as he was
shoved to the floor of the car. No one here could possibly know
me or Kimmy--could they?
The car flew along for what Billy estimated to be about ten
minutes. Then there was a lurch and Billy's stomach felt as if he
were in a downward falling elevator. The low purr of the engine
The odd little man in the driver's seat said, "Come. We must
take him to my master."
Billy's heart thudded. Master? Wait a sec -- am I going
to be used for some Frankenstein experiment or something?
He drew a deep breath. Fear not, for I am with thee, be
not dismayed, for I am thy God....
The driver's seat of the car opened, then shut. After a
second, the large man in the back of the car with Billy got out.
Billy felt a large hand grab the back of his shirt; he was dragged
out onto the ground. Looking up as he was dragged along, he saw the
side of a large, warehouse-type building to his right.
"For pity's sake," came the little man's voice. "Pick him up."
With a grunt, the large man pulled Billy up by his shirt
collar. The next thing he knew, he was over his kidnapper's shoulder.
There was a creak and a bang, and the little bulbous-eyed man
Billy was jostled as the man whose shoulder he'd been slung
over stepped forward. Billy saw a wooden threshold, then a stone
floor. There was another creak and bang, as an old door being
closed, and the light went dim. Soon after that, the young man was
jostled even worse as he was taken down a flight of stone stairs,
which he could just make out below him.
Finally, they stopped.
"Ah," said a voice. "You have arrived. Come, come, Colbert,
we musn't be so rough with our guest. Have him take a seat."
Again, Billy was jostled roughly as the man called Colbert
walked across the floor with him. At last he was set down in a
For a moment the young man was dizzy after having been upside
down. After closing his eyes a moment, the blood drained out of his
head, and he opened them again.
Before him stood a man that looked as if he'd stepped out of
the pages of a book about Victorian England.
"Ah, yes," the man before him said, his black eyes
glittering. "Fenwick, do remove the gag from the mouth of our
guest. The walls are quite thick -- no one will hear him down here."
The little deformed man stepped behind the chair in which
Billy had been placed. He worked at the knot a bit, then pulled the
gag out of the captive's mouth.
Billy swallowed a couple of times, then looked up at the man
in the Victorian garb. "Who are you? What do you want with
The oddly-dressed man before him gave an oily grin. "Ah,
yes, of course -- how rude of me." He bowed slightly. "My name is
Professor James Moriarty. You have, I believe, met my associate,
Billy's jaw dropped. Did that guy in the car drug me or
Moriarty waved his hand, as if dismissing what his prisoner
was thinking. "Yes, yes, I am the stuff of fiction, et cetera, et
cetera. That is not the issue here."
The man leaned over and brought his face close to Billy's.
"Young man, I know that you are from another time, as I am. Tell me
how you came to be here, or I shall be forced to -- convince
you to tell me."
Still in shock, the captive could only blink slowly at first.
"Ah-ah." Moriarty stood up and shook his finger in mock
scolding. "I am the one asking the questions, here. Now -- I have
told you who I am. Let us start by your telling me who you are."
At first, Billy did not answer because he was still too
stunned. Okay, I've stepped into some odd science fiction
book -- but wait -- this is somehow feasible -- I did set my device
to go to another dimension....
The man called Fenwick grabbed a lock of Billy's hair and
pulled his head back. Billy felt something cold and metallic on his
"My master asked you a question."
Moriarty chuckled, as if watching the antics of a child.
"Now, Fenwick, that is not really necessary," he said. "Further,
I will be asking the questions."
He added this, Billy noted, in a tone that was far more icy.
"Now, I will assume that you or someone else has made some
sort of device to help you travel through time; is that right?" the
professor questioned, taking the hand in which Fenwick held a
switchblade and gently moving it away from Billy's neck.
The young man sitting bound in the chair brought his head
back up as Fenwick was made to let go of his hair. "Professor, I'm
sorry, but I'm afraid that if I tell you how I got here, you would
use it in a way that would be harmful to others," he said calmly.
Moriarty looked up at the ceiling and made little clicking
noises with his tongue. "Dear, dear, that will never do." He
glanced back at Fenwick. "Fenwick, get Colbert and bring him back
here, will you? I'm afraid we shall have to move our guest into the
Billy heard an almost excited tone in the voice behind him.
"Oui, m'sieu Professor. Right away."
There were running footsteps, and the cellar door opened and
shut above. Billy looked up at Moriarty, who was grinning rather
Oh, Lord, please give me the strength to deal with
whatever I'm in for....
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