The House That Jack Built by Robert Asprin & Linda Evans

Goldie explained how to put in a CD encyclopedia which contained photographs and movie clips, since she couldn’t reach the shelf where they were stored, then clicked into various files to show him what he demanded. As he frowned at the screen, she suggested nervously, “You’d get a better idea, watching videotaped movies on television.”

Ten minutes later, Goldie sat bound hand and foot on her couch, while John Lachley sprawled at his leisure beside her, watching Goldie’s movies. He exclaimed often, sitting forward with interest whenever cars or jets or cityscapes appeared, took particular note of new machinery and gadgets, and demanded explanations of everything he saw until Goldie’s mind whirled in exhaustion. He watched videotapes until she fell asleep in her bonds and when she woke again, stiff and aching, he was still watching. He also spent hours at her computer, reading station library files, and studied every book on Goldie’s shelves. Lachley’s growing knowledge of the up-time world terrified Goldie. He correctly identified every item in the videos, explained each item’s proper use, and had picked up modern slang and idiom with an ease that left her shaking. If he got loose in New York . . .

She couldn’t see any way to stop him, short of reaching a telephone to cry for help, and since he was already familiar with their use from London, he hadn’t allowed her near one—once he’d recognized hers for what it was; it bore no resemblance whatsoever to an 1880’s telephone. When operating the computer, she wasn’t even able to send an e-mail to station security. He’d grasped the e-mail concept with terrifying rapidity and had forced her to delete the programming from her hard drive.