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apart in time was that?”
    "I am not sure, because Rhys left the room, and it was not until about half an hour after that when we realised he had also left the house. My husband then went out immediately.”
    "I see.”
    "They were found together?" Again her voice wavered and she had to make a visible effort to control herself.
    "Yes. It looks as if perhaps your husband caught up with your son, and some time after that they were set upon.”
    "Maybe they were lost?" she looked at him anxiously.
    "Quite possibly," he agreed, hoping it was true. Of all the explanations it would be the kindest, the easiest for her to bear. "It would not be hard to become lost in such a warren of alleys and passages. Merely a few yards in the wrong direction… he left the rest unsaid. He wanted to believe it almost as much as she did, because he knew so much more of the alternatives.
    There was a knock on the door, an unusual thing for a servant to do.
    It was normal for a butler simply to come in and then await a convenient moment either to serve whatever was required, or to deliver a message.
    "Come in?" Sylvestra said with a lift of surprise.
    The man who entered was lean and dark with a handsome face, deep-set eyes and a nose perhaps a trifle small. Now his expression was one of acute concern and distress. He all but ignored Evan and went immediately to Sylvestra, but his manner was professional as well as personal. Presumably he was the doctor Wharmby had sent for.
    "My dear, I cannot begin to express my sorrow. Naturally anything I can do, you have but to name. I shall remain with you as long as you wish. Certainly I shall prescribe something to help you sleep, and to calm and assist you through these first dreadful days. Eglantyne says if you wish to leave here and stay with us, we shall see that you have all the peace and privacy you could wish. Our house will be yours.”
    "Thank you… you are very kind. I…" She gave a little shiver.
    "I don't even know what I want yet… what there is to be done." She rose to her feet, swayed a moment and grasped for his arm which he gave instantly. "First I must go to St. Thomas's hospital, and see Rhys.”
    "Do you think that is wise?" the doctor cautioned. "You are in a state of extreme shock, my dear. Allow me to go for you. I can at least see that he is given the very best professional help and care. I will see that he is brought home as soon as it is medically advisable.
    In the meantime I shall care for him myself, I promise you.”
    She hesitated, torn between love and good sense.
    "Let me at least see him!" she pleaded. "Take me. I promise I shall not be a burden. I am in command of myself!”
    He hesitated only a moment. "Of course. Take a little brandy, just to revive yourself, then I shall accompany you." He glanced at Evan. "I am sure you are finished here, Sergeant. Anything else you need to know can wait until a more opportune time.”
    It was dismissal, and Evan accepted it with a kind of relief. There was little more he could learn here now. Perhaps later he would speak to the valet and other servants. The coachman might know where his master was in the habit of going. In the meantime there were people he knew in St. Giles, informers, men and women upon whom pressure could be placed, judicious questions asked, and a great deal might be learned.
    "Of course," he conceded, rising to his feet. "I shall try to bother you as little as possible, ma'am." He took his leave as the doctor was taking the decanter of brandy from the butler and pouring a little into a glass.
    Outside in the street, where it was beginning to snow, he turned up his coat collar and walked briskly. He wondered what Monk would have done. Would he have thought of some brilliant and probing questions whose answers would have revealed a new line of truth to follow and unravel? Would he have felt any less crippled by pity and horror than Evan did? Had there been something obvious which his emotion had prevented him from