Adam also had a small computer. He used it for playing games, but never for very long. He'd load a game, watch it intently for a few minutes, and then proceed to play it until the High Score counter ran out of zeroes.
When the other Them wondered about this strange skill, Adam professed mild amazement that everyone didn't play games like this.
“All you have to do is learn how to play it, and then it's just easy,” he said.
* * *
Quite a lot of the front parlor in Jasmine Cottage was taken up, Newt noticed with a sinking feeling, with piles of newspapers. Clippings were stuck around the walls. Some of them had bits circled in red ink. He was mildly gratified to spot several he had cut out for Shadwell.
Anathema owned very little in the way of furniture. The only thing she'd bothered to bring with her had been her clock, one of the family heirlooms. It wasn't a full.. cased grandfather clock, but a wall clock with a free.. swinging pendulum that E. A. Poe would cheerfully have strapped someone under.
Newt kept finding his eye drawn to it.
“It was built by an ancestor of mine,” said Anathema, putting the coffee cups down on the table. “Sir Joshua Device. You may have heard of him? He invented the little rocking thing that made it possible to build accurate clocks cheaply? They named it after him.”
“The Joshua?” said Newt guardedly.
“The device.”
In the last half hour Newt had heard some pretty unbelievable stuff and was close to believing it, but you have to draw the line somewhere.
“The device is named after a real person?” he said.
"Oh, yes. Fine old Lancashire name. From the French, I believe.
be telling me next you've never heard of Sir Humphrey Gadget.. "
“Oh, now come on.. ”
“.. who devised a gadget that made it possible to pump out flooded mineshafts. Or Pietr Gizmo? Or Cyrus T. Doodad, America's foremost black inventor? Thomas Edison said that the only other contemporary practical scientists he admired were Cyrus T. Doodad and Ella Reader Widget. And.. ”
She looked at Newt's blank expression.
“I did my Ph.D. on them,” she said. “The people who invented things so simple and universally useful that everyone forgot that they'd ever actually needed to be invented. Sugar?”
“Er.. ”
“You normally have two,” said Anathema sweetly.
Newt stared back at the card she'd handed him.
She'd seemed to think it would explain everything.
It didn't.
It had a ruled line down the middle. On the left.. hand side was a short piece of what seemed to be poetry, in black ink. On the right.. hand side, in red ink this time, were comments and annotations. The effect was as follows:
3819: When Orient's
Japanese car? Upturned.
chariot inverted be, four
Car smash ... not serious
wheles in the skye, a man
injury??
with bruises be upon
... take in ...
Youre Bedde, achinge his
... willowfine = Aspirin
hedd for willow fine, a
(cf.3757 Pin =
manne who testeth with a
witchfinder (cf. 102) Good
pyn yette his hart be
witchfinder?? Refers to
clene, yette seed of myne
Pulsifer (cf. 002) Search
own undoing, take the
for matches, etc. In the
means of flame from
1990s!
himme for to mayk ryght
... hmm ...
certain, together ye sharle
... less than a day
be, untyl the Ende that is
(cf. 712, 3803, 4004)
to come.
Newt's hand went automatically to his pocket. His cigarette lighter had gone.
“What's this mean?” he said hoarsely.
“Have you ever heard of Agnes Nutter?” said Anathema.
“No,” said Newt, taking a desperate defense in sarcasm. “You're going to tell me she invented mad people, I suppose.”
“Another fine old Lancashire name,” said Anathema coldly. “If you don't believe, read up on the witch trials of the early seventeenth century. She was an ancestress of mine. As a matter of fact, one of your ancestors burned her alive. Or tried to.”
Newt listened in fascinated horror to the story of Agnes Nutter's death.
“Thou.. Shalt.. Not.. Commit.. Adultery Pulsifer?” he said, when she'd finished.
“That sort of name was quite common in those days,” said Anathema. “Apparently there were ten children and they were a very religious family. There was Covetousness Pulsifer, False.. Witness Pulsifer.. ”
“I think I understand,” said Newt. “Gosh. I thought Shadwell said he'd heard the name before. It must be in the Army records. I suppose if I'd gone around being called Adultery Pulsifer I'd want to hurt as many people as possible.”
“I think he just didn't like women very much.”
“Thanks for taking it so well,” said Newt. “I mean, he must have been an ancestor. There aren't many Pulsifers. Maybe ... that's why I sort of met up with the Witchfinder Army? Could be Fate,” he said hopefully.