Re: Chapter 17.4 And The Crows Will Dig Your Grave
Hank sighs and trudges back down the stairs as Jake comes up.
The folk talking to Jake (particularly William) notice a distinct smell of singed cotton.
Back in the study, Abraham straightens papers as best he can one-handed. "At least it doesn't sound like they're shooting again," the butler sighs.
There's a distinct "Go away, you impertinent contaption!" and - oddly - Mrs. Bruebaker's laughing from the living room, before the clank hastens in as if shooed or pushed.
"They were both doing kissing at the same time!" it announces, then patters over to the desk and picks up a document curiously. Abraham is just a little too slow to stop it 'eating' the paper, clip and all.
"No, no, no- stop that!" Abraham tries to remove the maps from Alouette's easy reach. The clank tilts its head at him.
"A thing is not damaged if it has gone to Heaven, My Man Abraham," it tells him.