That week, Victor is very busy examining the alien corpse. He receives an invitation from the gentleman, now known as Sir Malcolm, to meet him for dinner at his gentleman's club, where ladies are not allowed, no matter how brilliant they are.
'I'm sorry Adison, they're probably afraid you'd make them look foolish. Still, it's a job and it pays.' When he returns he has the commission, and an appointment to further examine the body, now stored in the basement of Sir Malcolm's town house. This time Adison does accompany him, sketchpad ready though she knows Victor will question this. And indeed he does.
'Why would you take the trouble of sketching the body, Adison, when you already know they can take photographs?'
'I'm surprised you ask, Victor, you always sketch every tiny detail of everything you uncover. You've even invested quite a sum in a filing cabinet made to your own exact requirements, so you can always find them again.'
'Yes, but I sketch because I can't afford a camera yet. As soon as we have the funds I was planning to buy one. It would save a lot of trouble, I thought.'
Adison is not so sure, 'Taking the photograph seems quite a hassle, lugging the machine around, using that stinky powder, hoping the exposure is just right to make the photograph succeed. You cannot put the body back together if the photograph fails.
And then there is the developing, you need a dark room, with chemicals, and again you run the risk you ruin the film and lose the images.'
Victor is impressed.
'You seem to have thought this through quite well, I only saw a beautiful picture with natural structures and a lot of detail.'
But Adison is not yet finished, 'And nobody knows how long the photographs will last either, they may fade in a year. I've seen drawings from centuries ago that are still vividly detailed...'
That's it, Victor concedes.
'All right Adison, I'll save our money for now and continue to draw. I need to practise anyway, to keep up with you.'
Adison enjoys his compliment, still unsure about her own skills, but then she makes her most important point.
'And that is not all, the most important reason for me to keep drawing is observation.'
A questioning look from Victor makes her laugh.
'Let me explain: to take a good photograph, you need to check the lighting, and frame the subject well. To make a good drawing, you have to really see what you are documenting, you need intense concentration and a keen eye for detail. I'm convinced that through drawing, we discover facts we would otherwise have missed.'
Letting that sink in, she adds her last motive to sketch today.
'And anyway, I want a copy of the creature to show to my Chinese teachers. They may know something more. Let the threesome concentrate on their photographs, I'm going to make drawings and try to take them home with me.'
When they arrive, they are admitted to the house by a broad shouldered, very black skinned man with curious tattoos in his face, in a butler's uniform. Adison greets him politely, then she and the doctor are taken to the saloon, where Sir Malcolm and Miss Yves are waiting.
From there, they set out for the basement, where the thick skin, an exoskeleton like that of an insect, has been removed from the body. The doctor is stunned.
'How did you manage to do that, in such a short time and so neatly?'
Miss Yves answers, proud of her own cunning idea, 'We used carrion beetles to eat it.'
Though impressed she has thought of such an unorthodox method, they do wonder if it wasn't a bit risky: suppose the beetles had eaten the hieroglyphed layer as well? Their study object would have been ruined.
Victor discusses the markings and their implications with their employers, and Adison concentrates on sketching as exactly as she can. Then he draws blood in a syringe, and still she sketches. He looks at the blood through a microscope, deducing it is clearly human, or has been once. It looks like blood of a person suffering from a contagious disease.
He invites Adison to check it out as well, which she does. But neither of them know much of blood, so Victor advises Sir Malcolm to consult a haematologist, which Sir Malcolm delegates right back to Victor, because he will understand the results best.
As the gentleman is willing to pay for both the consult and Victor's efforts, they agree that Sir Malcolm will find a specialist and arrange for a consultation. They return home, weirded out by the body, but no less by the restless, dark aura of Miss Yves, and the incredible hardness of Sir Malcolm.
'These are not people to trifle with, Victor, ' Adison says, 'I still feel quite anxious in their presence.'
And this from Adison!
Pushed by portents and premonitions, Vincent decides to limit the time until his rise to lead player to one week. He contacts Bruce, and they spend not only the usual time together in the Chinese quarter, but nearly every waking hour, rehearsing lines, staging the drama. Of course, Vincent has to play his part in the evenings, and he arranges for Bruce to come along and watch the play every night from a different angle, from a balcony, from the main hall, from behind the scenes. The stage-rats like him very much, he is interested in everything and always ready to whisper a funny observation at an appropriate time. He is introduced to the director in secret, and only Simon and his girl do not get to meet him.
Because they spend so much time together, Bruce inevitably notices that the atmosphere in the doctor's house is more subdued than usual. When at the end of their week of rehearsals the tension is still palpable, he does not hesitate to just ask what the trouble is. Vincent decides he trusts him enough to tell him about the horrific body, of the premonitions of Adison of a war coming and of his own strange flash, which is not easy since he doesn't feel ready yet to explain to Bruce that his memories of his life do not extend further than nearly one year.
Bruce is not surprised. He tells Vincent that his community has been watchful for years now, expecting this war against evil. He also seems to know Adison will have a role in it, as well as Vincent.