Saturday, May 12, 2018
You caught me reading another great book. This week, you’ve caught me reading one of my favorites by Sally Georgina Cronin — Just an Odd Job Girl.
Now back to the 2018 Get Caught Reading mini-series…
Previously in Artie Meets the Alchemist…
Artie was testing how fast his motor cycle/time machine could go down Route 66. Meanwhile Cornelis Drebbel was taking his road locomotive down to investigate, because the civilization alarm in the alchemist’s dirigible went off…
Over to Chris Graham…
Artie Meets the Alchemist
Using all his strength, skill and a sizeable amount of good luck, Artie managed to avoid a collision with the rapidly approaching road locomotive. He basically ran off the road, over an embankment, somersaulting, while doing a 180 horizontally, and abruptly stopping on top of an unfortunate bush, (the only one for miles in any direction), miraculously still on his seat and gripping the handlebars…
From his vantage point, now facing the road, Artie watched the road locomotive stop with much clanking, squealing and copious clouds of steam. A tall man in formal attire, complete with top hat, and impressively bushy eyebrows, stepped down and hurriedly walked towards him, appearing to be asking questions. What the questions were, Artie didn’t have a clue at that time — he was still deaf and dazed by the unexpected acrobatics and abrupt stopping manoeuvres…
Then, the man disappeared as the embankment quickly rose. In fact, the bush had decided it had had enough and collapsed, depositing Artie and the time machine back onto the ground.
The man scrambled over the embankment and after a quick check for broken bones (there were none), helped Artie remove his safety helmet. He barely paused at Artie’s simian features.
“Are you injured old chap?” he inquired in quaintly polite Teutonic English.
Artie shook his head, wondering at the stranger’s lack of reaction.
“Yes, I’ve met chimpanzees similar to you before. I’m terribly sorry to have suddenly materialised in front of you, old boy. You did a terribly good job avoiding a collision.”
Artie grinned his appreciation of the compliment.
“Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Cornelis Drebbel, and you are…?”
Artie put out his gauntlet clad paw, “Aristotle, but please just call me Artie.”
”Your machine looks quite impressive Artie, some kind of motorcycle, but not one I’ve seen before, did you build it?”
”Yes, I did, and your road locomotive is the best I’ve ever seen. Regarding your sudden appearance, may I ask if you are a time traveler too?”
(Back to Teagan)
“A time traveler? Oh, my goodness no. Or well, I suppose you could say that I am. My companions and I were out for a jaunt in my dirigible and it came to my attention that they had not brought any books along. The jackalope has some but they were only about weather and empirical data. So, I set the civilization alarm in hope of finding a library. Do you happen to know of one?”
Artie ponderated for a moment, thinking it was good that they had both landed in that world and time. He gave Cornelis a big toothy grin.
The genius chimpanzee showed the alchemist an app specially adapted for his mobile time machine.
“This will show us the libraries around the world,” Artie told him.
“Oh, that’s quite amazing. Why there are more than two million libraries! We should find mechanical engineering periodicals for Copper, and weather science volumes for Jack, and romance novels for me,” Cornelis enthused. “Erm… I mean, history and science books for myself.”
“Indeed!” Artie agreed with a wink.
Then the very remarkable chimpanzee zoomed away on his converted motorcycle / mobile time machine. With a burst of rainbow colored light, he disappeared.
Cornelis Drebbel shook his head in admiration.
“Copper will never believe this,” the alchemist murmured to himself as he turned on his communication device. “Jack? Copper?”
“Yes, Alchemist?” the jackalope answered.
“I’m ready to bring the road locomotive back up to the dirigible. Could you give me a hand, old thing?” Cornelis asked.
“Of course, Alchemist. Were you able to find a library?” Jack eagerly inquired.
“Millions of them!” Cornelis cried.
“Conrelis Drebbel,” Copper began. “Why do you need help getting the road locomotive back up? You better not have damaged it again. I only just finished the repairs to it.”
Cornelis cringed momentarily. He really didn’t mean to abuse Copper’s mechanical talents, but it was certainly a relief that she was so capable. Besides, the main thing was he had found millions of libraries and there would be no shortage of reading material.
“Dear girl, you are going to be astonished at all the books you’re going to get,” he told her instead of answering.
“You wrecked the locomotive again, didn’t you?” Copper said in a resigned voice.
Cornelis wriggled his bushy eyebrows and smiled to himself.
Who won the drawing for a book from Teagan?
This month is all about encouraging people of all ages to read. Last week I offered a Kindle version of one of my books to the winner of a random drawing. I asked anyone who wanted to participate to leave a comment with the title and author of the book I’ve caught you reading. And the winner is… (drum roll…) Viv Drewa the Owl Lady!
Viv chose my 1920s stories. Since The Three Things Serial Story is only a dollar, I threw it in with Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients 1. Thanks to Viv and everyone who came out to play.
Next weekend I’ll show you all the books I’ve caught people reading. Meanwhile, ankle over to Jazz Age Wednesdays for my current Roaring Twenties serial.
Just because I can’t resist, here’s Rob Goldstein’s latest video for my Jazz Age Wednesday series, Hullaba Lulu.
Thanks for visiting. Mega hugs!
Now, promoting my “partner in crime” Chris Graham.
And now my own shameless self-promotion…
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