Tesla picked up his papers from the podium and gestured Alice towards the double doors. He followed her out into the foyer, and opened the front door for her. They stepped out onto Regent Street as an airship drifted overhead, heading south across the Thames.
As the zeppelin’s shadow passed over them, Tesla turned to Alice. “You will, of course, need a place to construct this device of yours. A laboratory or something of the like.”
Alice nodded. “I have a workshop of sorts.” She smiled. “The back parlor in my house. I never use it, and it has hardly anything in it.” She stepped forward to flag down a coach. “I can show you, if you have the time.”
“Yes, of course,” Tesla replied, stepping up to the curb beside her as a coach rolled to a stop. “For an endeavor such as this, I have all the time in the world.”
The coach took them across central London, and into the East End. They stopped in front of a mid-sized house on Newark Street. It was two stories of pale grey stone, set back from the street behind two elm trees.
“Here we are,” Alice said, stepping out of the coach.
“I do not believe I have ever been to this part of London,” Tesla remarked. “We exactly are we?”
“Whitechapel,” Alice replied. “It’s a decent neighborhood, so long as you don’t stay out after dark.”
Tesla gave her a puzzled look. “What happens after dark?”