Chapters (47)
- Cover
- DEDICATION
- MAP
- EPIGRAPH
- New York City
- New York City
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- Sunrise in Gotham Senior Living Center
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- BACK ADS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- BOOKS BY LAURA RUBY
- ABOUT THE PUBLISHER
“Doesn’t mean it didn’t happen,” Tess insisted. “We don’t know everything about the Morningstarrs.”
“That’s my point,” said Theo. By his expression, however, Tess knew he believed she was onto something.
“Let’s do some searches on Ada and see if there’s any mention of her being in New York City.”
They spent a couple of hours searching both the web and Grandpa Ben’s notebooks, but didn’t find any evidence that Ada Lovelace had ever come to New York City or any indication that there was correspondence with the Morningstarrs. Theo wanted to risk a call to the Cipherist Society to ask them, but Tess didn’t.
“Remember what happened the last time?” she said.
“Okay, but—”
“I don’t want to ask for help unless we absolutely have to,” Tess said. “I don’t want anyone else hurt or . . .” She trailed off.
“We get it,” Jaime said, giving her shoulder a friendly bump. “We don’t want anyone else to get hurt, either. But if Ada Lovelace never came to New York City and never wrote to Theodore or Theresa, or if she did and we can’t find the evidence, then where are we going to look for the next clue?”
They surveyed the piles of notebooks and reams of notes they’d taken in silence for a moment. Then Theo said, “Well, there are a lot of Ada Lovelace’s writings where she discussed the potential of Charles Babbage’s Analytical Engine.”
“A computer?” Jaime asked.
“Yeah, early one,” Theo said. “He was developing the Analytical Engine around the same time that the Morningstarrs were building their machines, though the Morningstarrs’ work was much more advanced. But maybe he came to New York? Maybe he wrote the Morningstarrs?”
They spent another hour combing the notebooks and the web for Charles Babbage and his various engines in New York City. They found out that Babbage had made some discoveries in cryptography, breaking something called the Vigenère cipher, that he was a sought-after dinner guest because he was such a good storyteller—it even said he’d met Ada Lovelace at one of his own parties.
“I can’t find anything that says he came to New York City, though,” said Theo.
Jaime, who had been scrolling through his phone, suddenly looked up. “Maybe Ada or Charles never came to New York City, but some of their letters did.”
“What letters?” said Tess. “Where are they?”
“My favorite place. Well, my favorite place besides the comic-book store.”
“Your grandmother’s kitchen?”
“Okay, my third favorite place.”
“Where?”
“Where all the best mysteries are. The New York Public Library.”