Elizabeth makes a face as the tobacco smoke wafts past, waving her hand in front of her face. She's only recently come to smell tobacco and couldn't say she enjoyed it at all. But everyone had their vices and so long as Childermass wasn't killing anyone or drinking too much she could let it go.

"And you, too, Mr. Childermass." Was he stuck here like she was, somehow wrangled into working for the carnival? "How did they get you?"