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.Charm shouldn’t allow it, yet it had happened.Master Thomas had speculated that all powerful magicians were sensitive to magic, even if they lacked all of the talents.It was as good a theory as any other.He would have to rely on his own senses.Jack drifted through the air and came to rest on top of the suspicious building.Lord Blackburn had vanished inside, leaving Jack searching the building for a way to enter without being seen.It quickly proved to be impossible.The one hatchway leading down into the building was guarded; he could hear muffled voices from below, suggesting that at least two guards were on duty.He could have broken through and killed them before they had a chance to raise the alarm, but it would not have passed unnoticed.Master Thomas would have known that someone had broken into the building – and it wouldn’t be hard to guess who.Instead, he took a gamble and floated silently down to one of the windows.It had been painted black, preventing anyone from peering inside, but Jack had very sharp ears.The sound of male grunting could be heard, faintly, accompanied by feminine gasps.Jack smiled, sourly, as he floated back up to the rooftop.He’d located the farm, or at least one of them.All he had to do was decide what to do with the information.Breaking in and wrecking the place, as tempting as it seemed, would be hazardous.There were too many magicians in the building.Shaking his head, he drifted off into the air and headed down the Thames.There were still boats on the river, including a handful that were clearly smuggling while the excise men were tucked up in bed.London had thousands of docks, jetties and warehouses on both sides of the Thames.It wouldn’t be difficult for smugglers to smuggle in anything they wanted – and once they’d converted their goods to money, no one would be able to prove what had happened.London’s importance didn’t just come from its position.The bank vaults in London were regarded as the safest in the entire world.Even New York didn’t come close.Jack made a mental note to plan a bank robbery and drifted down to one of the smaller barges.The crew didn’t notice him as he touched down on the deck, not until he allowed his cloak to rustle through the air.They looked up in alarm, and then relaxed.Jack had promised them he’d visit, after all.The barge was larger than he’d expected, but the crew managed to muscle it into the dockyard without problems.London’s docks never slept; bright lights, powered by magic, illuminated the entire scene.It would have seemed impossible to a man living in the era that had birthed Professor Cavendish and Master Thomas, but it was real.Jack shrugged off his cloak, revealing the tunic of a stevedore underneath, and started to help the crew to unload the boxes mounted on the barge.The paperwork said that they were carrying foodstuffs from France; the aristocracy, no matter how much they might dislike the French, had a yearning for French food.If someone happened to examine the barge, there would be considerable embarrassment – and alarm.The boxes held something a great deal more harmful than French pastries and cheeses.He carried one of the boxes into the warehouse and placed it down on the stone floor.A handful of his men gathered around the box, opening it up with giant crowbars, revealing the weapons hidden within.The French had done them proud; whatever else could be said about the French, their gunsmiths were the best in Europe.There were hundreds of rifles and pistols, a smaller number of machine guns – invented by the French and used on the Prussians, where they had changed the face of warfare – and a handful of cannons in the barge.They’d be scattered throughout London over the night, hidden away from watchful eyes.Even if one cache happened to be discovered, the remainder would be safe.A smaller box was opened with care.It contained explosives, enough to blow up several large buildings.Jack knew that this one would have to be moved quickly, if only to ensure that no one realised what it contained.Rifles and pistols were one thing, but people tended to get nervous around explosives.It hadn’t been that long since Guy Fawkes had tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament.Master Thomas and the Dragoons wouldn’t have to get warrants to search the city if they suspected that the underground was concealing explosives somewhere within London.There would be absolute panic among the high and mighty.Two hours passed slowly as the barge was unloaded and the various crates earmarked for different destinations.The business was legitimate; anyone who happened to cast an eye over its paperwork would see a receiving firm selling its services to a handful of smaller importing business that didn’t want to purchase their own warehouses in the docklands
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