Weeping Angels - Suggestion

But in the meantime I could do something for the poor unfortunates trapped in their bell jars.

I had a smashing time getting them all out. The first was the most difficult because I had no help. But I dragged a Rock Railton to the coffin-shaped tank, and then got to work on the equipment. I’m pretty good with a screwdriver. I don’t mean the drink, though actually, now I come to think of it…

One thing that had puzzled me was how an oaf like Kliener could possibly have created such a device. I soon found my answer – he hadn’t. It was just a collection of wires and valves arranged with the haphazard ‘try it and see’ mentality of a hopeful dullard. The Angel had simply given Kliener what he wanted. The Angel, not the equipment, did all the work. And, arrogant to a degree that eclipsed whatever common sense he once had, Kliener assumed he had created the machinery. Maybe the Angel planted the idea in his rather empty head in the first place.

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The Angel's Kiss: A Melody Malone Mystery, Chapter 9