Marie and Miss Sarah advanced carefully, staying well away from the walls. At the end of the hallways was a large room which looked like it covered most of the bottom floor of the house, a spiral staircase clung the the wall in the back corner and every spare surface was covered with odd looking machinery and mechanical parts. A door on the opposite wall from the stairs seemed to lead to a kitchen of sorts and in the middle of the room were a set of burgundy sofas and chairs surrounding a table with a steam powered samovar as a center piece.
Madam Diode was sat in one of the chairs and the other was occupied by a unusually large black cat with one green eye and one mechanical one. The brass setting covered a quarter of it's face and moving parts were visible under the faintly green glass casing. The cat looked straight at the two newcomers with a clear sense of distrust.
"The Duke does not care for strangers. I'd make this visit brief if I were you, ladies." Madam Diode's voice was was even more dark and sultry without the interference of the speaking tube and she looked at them steadily while she stirred her tea.
"I'll go straight to the point then. Someone sent this thing after me, it has your mark on it. Was it you or one of your customers?" Marie stuck her hand in her pocket and then raised her hand in what she hoped was a calming manner as the large cat, The Duke, hissed threateningly.
"Shh, she's just taking out what's mine... right." Madame Diode glared sharply at Marie.
"Of course, of course..." Marie opened her hand to reveal the little whirlyfly.
"Ahh, so that is where it disappeared to..."
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