Chapter 3: Steam from the Warped Cogs of my Brain

Serial novel and follower on of the style of Victorian pulp fiction Steam from the Warped Cogs of  my Brain looks at mad scientists, mad inventions, and sane women accused of being mad.

“Dr Kyle” said Matthew, he started off gently even though he knew it was unlikely Kyle would respond.

“Dr Kyle” he said more violently. Having given Kyle two chances, Matthew resorted to clicking his fingers in front of Kyle’s eyes.

“Jesus Matthew! What the…”

“I’m going. Are you ok to lock up?”

“And that question was worthy of interrupting my work?”

“Here are the keys” said Matthew and dropped them unceremoniously onto the desk. Dr Kyle said nothing. He appeared to be performing some kind of delicate operation on the eyelid of the mummified remains. As he left, Matthew tried not to look back around himself; the contents of the canopic jars, withering internal organs, were spread all over the operating table.

“Have you read the recent papers on the spread of bacteria?” he muttered and then quickly left.

Kyle never locked up because he stayed in the lab all night.