Eliza Graves Page #5

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Do you now, Doctor?

I-I'd be delighted.

Oh, dear.

I'm afraid that will stain.

Soda water

will save it.

Follow me.

You must leave here

immediately.

But I've only

just arrived.

You do not belong here.

Why, I was going to say

the same thing about you.

There's time before

they get suspicious.

They'll assume you went to your room

to change your shirt, but don't.

Leave your things.

Go straight to the stable.

The roan is the most

sure-footed on the moor.

She'll see you

safely back to town.

You want me

to steal a horse?

Lower your voice.

No, not until you tell me

what's going on.

Do as I say.

Leave.

Now.

Eliza.

Eliza, please...

Mrs. Graves,

I'm... I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean

to upset you.

Mrs. Graves, indeed,

then listen to me.

There's-There's something

I need to tell you.

Help us.

Please.

Get off me.

Help us!

Help us!

Help us.

We need food.

Please.

Please, help us.

Who are you, boy?

I-I'm a doctor.

Liar.

I've never set eyes on you.

Where are you from?

Upstairs.

Before that, you fool.

I'm from Oxford.

You listen to me,

and listen

carefully, boy.

You have got to help us

escape from these cages.

We're not mad.

We're not mad.

We're not mad.

We're not mad. Please.

Please help us.

Of course you're not.

You've got to help us.

I will, I will.

First thing in the morning,

I'll consult with Dr. Lamb.

Dr. Lamb?

Are you daft?

If he learns that you found us,

he'll slit your throat and ours.

You must get the keys.

Let us out.

Please, we're not mad.

All right.

You've got to help us.

I'll see to it

in the morning.

Let us out.

Newgate.

Edward Newgate.

How do you know

my name?

Your letter.

You remember, Benjamin?

It was weeks ago.

The young man who wrote

to us from Oxford.

I remember.

Newgate.

Your letter came

with the last mail delivery

before Lamb

overthrew us.

Overthrew you?

Yes.

Overthrew?

What is going on?

I am Marion Pike.

Matron.

Charles Swanwick.

Chief medical officer.

Nurse. William Paxton,

groundskeeper.

Dr. Benjamin Salt,

rightful Superintendent

of Stonehearst asylum.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

If you really are

the superintendent,

then that means

that Dr. Lamb is...

A lunatic demon

of the worst kind.

Oh, good God.

God.

What happened?

They put something

in our drink, Doc.

Chloral hydrate.

It's-It's a surgical anesthetic.

It's colorless

and odorless,

but lethal

in imprecise doses.

I lost four

doctors that night.

Three of my nurses died.

Poor creatures.

They'd been planning this for months.

Treacherous bastards.

Just biding their time

to slip us...

A Mickey Finn.

I don't believe...

They give us water,

a pittance of food.

But make no mistake,

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Edgar Allan Poe (; born Edgar Poe; January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American writer, editor, and literary critic. Poe is best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre. He is widely regarded as a central figure of Romanticism in the United States and American literature as a whole, and he was one of the country's earliest practitioners of the short story. Poe is generally considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre and is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction. He was the first well-known American writer to try to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career.Poe was born in Boston, the second child of two actors. His father abandoned the family in 1810, and his mother died the following year. Thus orphaned, the child was taken in by John and Frances Allan of Richmond, Virginia. They never formally adopted him, but Poe was with them well into young adulthood. Tension developed later as John Allan and Edgar repeatedly clashed over debts, including those incurred by gambling, and the cost of secondary education for the young man. Poe attended the University of Virginia but left after a year due to lack of money. Poe quarreled with Allan over the funds for his education and enlisted in the Army in 1827 under an assumed name. It was at this time that his publishing career began, albeit humbly, with the anonymous collection Tamerlane and Other Poems (1827), credited only to "a Bostonian". With the death of Frances Allan in 1829, Poe and Allan reached a temporary rapprochement. However, Poe later failed as an officer cadet at West Point, declaring a firm wish to be a poet and writer, and he ultimately parted ways with John Allan. Poe switched his focus to prose and spent the next several years working for literary journals and periodicals, becoming known for his own style of literary criticism. His work forced him to move among several cities, including Baltimore, Philadelphia, and New York City. In Richmond in 1836, he married Virginia Clemm, his 13-year-old cousin. In January 1845, Poe published his poem "The Raven" to instant success. His wife died of tuberculosis two years after its publication. For years, he had been planning to produce his own journal The Penn (later renamed The Stylus), though he died before it could be produced. Poe died in Baltimore on October 7, 1849, at age 40; the cause of his death is unknown and has been variously attributed to alcohol, "brain congestion", cholera, drugs, heart disease, rabies, suicide, tuberculosis, and other agents.Poe and his works influenced literature in the United States and around the world, as well as in specialized fields such as cosmology and cryptography. Poe and his work appear throughout popular culture in literature, music, films, and television. A number of his homes are dedicated museums today. The Mystery Writers of America present an annual award known as the Edgar Award for distinguished work in the mystery genre. more…

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