Tom Derringer in the Tunnels of Terror!

The Adventure Continues!

Tom Derringer in the Tunnels of Terror

We first met young Tom Derringer in Tom Derringer and the Aluminum Airship, where he and his plucky companion Betsy Vanderhart chased a would-be conqueror through the skies of Mexico. In this second volume, Tom and Betsy team up again to find the mysterious Gabriel Trask, a quest that takes them across the continent to California. Their adventures involve the heirs of Emperor Norton, the legendary tunnels of the lizard people deep beneath Los Angeles, and much more...

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The series so far:

Tom Derringer and the Aluminum Airship Tom Derringer and the Steam-Powered Saurians Tom Derringer and the Electric Empire

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Chapter One: I Learn the Nature of My Quest

        I first heard the name Gabriel Trask from a self-proclaimed emperor in the skies above southern Mexico, in the year 1882. I was sixteen, almost seventeen, at the time, and newly commenced upon a career as an adventurer -- an occupation which, curious as it may seem, is my family trade.
       That conversation took place aboard a gigantic airship, where I had confronted a would-be conqueror by the name of Hezekiah McKee. I was there entirely of my own initiative, but Mr. McKee did not believe that; he was quite certain I was in the pay of one of his old enemies, and named this Gabriel Trask as the most likely candidate.
       I had, as I said, never heard of Mr. Trask before that moment. Had McKee survived those events I would have liked to have questioned him about this person, but I regret to say that Mr. McKee did not survive. My curiosity remained utterly unsatisfied until some weeks later, immediately after my safe return to New York City.
       I had business to conduct there with Dr. John Pierce, proprietor of the Pierce Archives, concerning certain details of my Mexican adventure, and when I had concluded that more or less to my satisfaction I asked him, "What can you tell me about Gabriel Trask?"
       "Trask?" he replied. "The name does not immediately bring anything to mind. Where did you encounter it?"
       "When I confronted Reverend McKee, he supposed that I was working for this Trask," I explained. "He said that Gabriel Trask employed a cabal of spies and assassins, and was not to be trusted, but that was all I learned. The circumstances were such that I could not inquire for more details."
       Dr. Pierce nodded. "I see," he said. "Let me see what I can turn up." He rose and crossed to a wooden cabinet.
       We were, I should explain, in his private office, at the rear of the Pierce Archives. This unique establishment occupied the entire second floor of a very large building on Lafayette Street in New York City, perhaps other space as well, and housed the most complete records anywhere of the doings of adventurers past and present. Here were copies of virtually every treasure map to ever come to light, along with notes on whether the treasure in question had been recovered or yet remained to be found; here, also, were reports on every villain apprehended, every monster slain, by any of Dr. Pierce's clients -- or those catered to by his father, or his grandfather, or their fathers, for the Pierce Archives had been in operation for some three hundred years. Here was gathered the accumulated knowledge of scientists and mystics of every stripe. If knowledge that would be of use to an adventurer was to be found anywhere in the civilized world, it was most probably here in the Pierce Archives.
       I had traded the right to copy my late father's journals for a full membership and free use of the Archives, and that included the services of the archivist himself, Dr. Pierce, and his employees. If I wanted information on Gabriel Trask, then any information there might be about such a man in the Archives I would have.
       Thus I sat and watched as Dr. Pierce pulled out a drawer and shuffled through the folders therein. After a moment's search he slid the drawer closed and said, "He has never been a client here -- at least, not under that name. Come, let us check the cross references."
       I rose and followed as he led the way out into the main room, where what seemed like miles of shelving held hundreds, perhaps thousands, of books, ledgers, journals, and file boxes of various sizes, as well as innumerable stacks of loose documents.
       I would have had no idea where to begin, but Dr. Pierce was the master of this vast domain of paper and ink; he led me directly to a high shelf where dozens of leather-bound volumes stood.
       I am not a short man; I stand only a little below six feet in height. Even so, this shelf was above my head, and I am not certain I could have reached those books. Dr. Pierce, however, is a man of extraordinary stature; by lifting up on his toes he could read the spines, and he had no trouble in selecting the tome he wanted and pulling it out.
       A white label on the cover read TRAB -- TREA, and I glanced up at its companions. If this fat book covered so small a portion of the alphabet, that explained why the complete set ran fifty feet or more along that shelf.
       I watched as Dr. Pierce set the book on a reading stand and flipped it open. He made no attempt to conceal the pages, so I took the liberty of reading over his shoulder -- figuratively, for in fact he was tall enough that I instead leaned around his side.
       The content was hand-written, and unevenly spaced; I realized that these records were still being kept, and that space had been allowed for future entries. I watched Dr. Pierce as he turned pages until he finally found the entry he sought.
       "Trask, Gabriel A.," he read aloud. "See Norton, Joshua, Emperor." He glanced at me. "Are you familiar with the late Emperor Norton?"
       "I have heard of him," I said. "But he's been dead for some time, hasn't he?"
       Dr. Pierce nodded. "More than two years now."
       "Was he Gabriel Trask? I don't understand. McKee must have known he was dead."
       "Oh, I wouldn't be too certain of that," Dr. Pierce replied. "After all, McKee spent most of that time since the emperor's death out in the Arizona desert, building that monstrous airship. But no, Gabriel Trask and Emperor Norton are not one and the same. Let us see what the connection was." With that he restored the volume to its place on the top shelf, then led the way to another part of his establishment. Here he readily located, presumably from memory because he did not bother to read any of the labels pasted on the leather spines, another set of journals -- perhaps a dozen fat volumes, on a shelf at waist height. He drew out the last of these, opened it seemingly at random, and began thumbing through the pages.
       I waited patiently until at last he found what he sought. He nodded to himself, then peered over the book at me.
       "It appears that Mr. Trask was in His Imperial Majesty's employ. According to this, Mr. Trask was rumored to be the head of the late emperor's secret service."
       "Emperor Norton had a secret service?" I exclaimed. "But I thought his claim to be emperor was a joke, the ravings of a lunatic that the people of San Francisco found it amusing to humor!"
       Dr. Pierce smiled a dry and humorless smile. "In time I think you may find, Mr. Derringer, that the distinction between a madman's fantasy and the real world is not always as clear-cut as one might expect. Emperor Norton was indeed mad, or at least so everyone believes, but his delusional reign endured for more than twenty years, and in that time it acquired some of the characteristics of a real government. He had the respect of many important men; Dom Pedro, the Emperor of Brazil, met with him as an equal. The legitimate authorities in San Francisco treated him with some deference. And this man Trask, it seems, attended His Majesty intermittently for over a decade, and the circumstances surrounding these meetings led more than one observer to conclude that Mr. Trask was the emperor's spymaster."


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