Re: Escape Attempt Foiled!
The marshal nods. "I think I gathered that. And I may well let it, if I can determine whether this poor man is possessed or deranged. I have a device which may be helpful with that procedure, and you are welcome to watch me demonstrate it, since it seems all of you are following me instead of returning to the comfort of your beds."
He leads the assembled group to a small wooden building not far up the street. The marshal enters, lights a lantern, and beckons the rest inside.
The room is spacious. Of course, a third of it is taken up by a barred cell, which the man opens. The rest of the room resembles a typical sheriff's office--a desk filled with paperwork, a wall filled with bulletins and wanted posters, and a few wooden chairs, but along the wall is a shelf filled with an amazing assortment of curious devices, stacked neatly with copies of the Smith & Robards catalog, various scientific journals, toolboxes, and spare parts. One of the contraptions seems to be a half-dismantled Gatling pistol, but one would have to guess at the functions of the others.
The marshal motions for Alouette to deposit the dead man in the cell, and waves the others in.
"I suppose introductions are in order. I am Doctor Ambrosius Botticelli Evans, late of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, now serving as the Marshal of the town of Blackthorn. Welcome to my facilities and place of business!"