Friday, July 03, 2009
Mr. Jasfoup knocked on the door of the laboratory and entered. He loathed this room of the house. It was one thing for people to be inherently evil – it was his job to encourage them, after all – but it was quite another to see all these kittens and dogs in tiny wire cages.
“You rang, m’lord?” he asked.
Henry Waters looked up and scowled. “You took your time,” he said. “Dispose of this corpse, would you? And be quick about it. There’s a storm coming.”
“And you want to hand out iron keys to schoolchildren?” Jasfoup looked at the body on the slab and grimaced.
“What was that?”
“You should try taking candy from Children, m’lord.” Jasfoup picked up the body, careful not to get entrails on his butler’s uniform.” “What happened to his brian?” he asked.
“I sluiced it away,” Said Herbert. “Now get rid of that body and bring me a fresh one. There was a burial at St. Pity’s this morning.”
“It’s a pity it wasn’t you,” said Jasfoup, under his breath. “The secret to immortality is not to be quite so obnoxious.”
“I said I’d clean the drain out, as the fumes from decomposition can be quite noxious.”
Image: Frankenstein: Or, the Modern Prometheus (Penguin Classics)