t m, ray, I gave ter for Mr. Lomax, and sook a letter for me from . I reized my fating.

        My fatters , and tie and deligeentury Danis ell me about    au eentury letters no one seemed to . Migerested?    te detectives? ell, per    as er? t skills, and e to t, imes came into to use teo pursue tter,    but desiccated four her sends her love.

        Did s? I ioning, I’ll e taret ternoon, and she—casually? warmly?—Send her my love.

        No. I couldn’t imagi. It ion. ritten    o please me? to make it true? as it for me or for    s to ect us? It ask. My motis moving slo inexorably apart; my fatantly extending tructed to ect us.

        A letter    t    o me.

        Dear Miss Lea,I    a noand even more pleased to be of assista    to be: a presumption in las ime and in suces t deation. Its main fun is to ee of a missing person to be passed into tors.

        I aken traced ts relating to ticularly ied in. Your Mr. Angelfield ly a man of reclusive s, and te and circumstances of    to be knoic    by one Mr. Lomax on beors (t formalities to be duly carried out. tate    value, t by a fire t left tself uninable. But you    dots.

        You    tor uations ao take care of his own affairs.

        It    particular attention t I ure of t    illegible, but I mao    out in tumbled across one of t-kept secrets of t per already? Is t inspired your i in the case?

        Fear not! I am a man of test discretion! tell your fato give me a good dist on titiae Naturalis Principia, and I    a o anyone!

        Your servant,illiam urraigo t copy Professor e t s least. And on ter. And after it, in brackets, the words, formerly known as Adeline March.

        Proof.

        Vida inter was Adeline March.

        Selling truth.

        it to my appoi in tened and scribbled in my little book as Miss inter reted termater’s departure.

        Adeline and Emmeline spent t nig day in to eacacit agreemereat t, and, in a o to nose, gazing cross-eyed at eac a    a smile. Blinking in unison. And ransfusion t took place via t ty-four-ion t     left its scar.

        Meane of fusioo disillusion    t o or    from him when she’s ing back.”

        to speak, and    you go asking    ask    all. Besides,    be seeing he plaore.”

        turer er not t? And tor—ant visitor—     someto    ra    clearly made seo ot alo ions to try and uand it, a queer look came into people’s eyes,    of it.

        Joted t er ure of to take a great burden from o t longer co er    all. S to o take up arden—and s so subtly, so discreetly, t it ter for anize il it told    tirely    became clear t s s from t polisove, legs up on table, for op him now?

        In to ed igue. You could sometimes eps across times, ear to ted sobs of a c be t in some deeply mysterious till stific    of    bay? It did not seem impossible.

        It    only people o er’s abseo it instantly. t t. tap-tap-tap of er’s feet trotting up and doairs and along corridors. to a , too. t er    t o put    be paid for ools a, came bace for his ladders, was never seen again.

        On t day of silence, and as if noto interrupt it, ts long, slo of decay. Small t: Dirt began to seep from every crevi every obje every room. Surfaces secreted dust. indo fine layer of grime. All of er’s tion to be maintained. And as t first    nature of to reassert itself. time came    feeling the old g of grime on your fingers.

        Objects, too,    quickly back to t to go .    of locks and off keyrings, togety panionsy beicks, o Emmeline’s stasreasure u took tairs, ains took to draure made t of to move about. A sofa incs place against ted t to t. All evidence of t reasserting herself.

        A roof in ts    gets better. Some of t by to mend. It tid feel t raio soften, ter dripped to t to tread,    o see straigo t room’s flave o t one day be possible to stand in to ter, like God, moves in mysterious y ily. Inside    finds secret gullies and run seeps and trickles in ued dires; surfaces in t unlikely places. All around to soak up t, but no one ever ; saus and boc to t -less brouger off ting into tar. In ttic, teady t oothis?

        It    er and tor ed. Of course tion irely eradicated. Yet t tly. Adelier all o a state of fugue once sood or . S    at t s ime passed a it mattered no was over, and so life again.

        For Emmeli. S    ou t die of it. But sloime    only . And time ime at least, to feel otions besides grief. In s, Emmeline adapted to    apart.

        Yet still ted and    t immediately know.

        At t of reunion. t, tardens trees, playing endless games of no, a repetition of t experience of loss and rediscovery t Adeline never seemed to tire of. For Emmeliy began gradually to agonism crept in. Emmelio go one . And as before, it was usually Emmeline w self, shis.

        ter, s miss    ion er all, t it    only t, but er aken up s and ifisultations t, per realizing it, sed Emmeline. During t time, finding omed solitude, Emmeline rag s aertais t so enjoy for t s expect to give up just because er was back.

        So it    o-and-found game in tarden and o t a pack of cards. Lying on omacable, s aire, but t, most cime; t s fail. And every time sed.

        ilted    exactly , but uned stantly to old . Ser. hen she had finished her game.

        An er, o tigo defend o table and, erical    Emmeline.

        Emmeline did not raise a fio defend    a sound, aor w was all over.

        , sood for a fees cer. Blood o ttered everywo a ball, and urned her bad walked away.

        Emmeline remained il Joo find er. ook o t of    a press oed c er was ed. “I do wish I knew when she was ing back.”

        ‘S be ing back,“ J to tain    like to see ther.

        ‘But I don’t see    a word. ever    h her family…“

        Joimes, to, t er    e back. t o , too, and more besides, and by no    t in t kno t terous affair or.

        It able t one day rumors of er’s “be first so eain t er—er—could    o Jo or’s t day, ing t directly from t occurred. And besides,     of t occurred?

        ‘ammered, ”an emergency…“

        ‘ter, tten,    s to e back? Ster?“

        the Missus shook her head.

        ‘ell to keep tisfa from    s ougo, and s be ing back. Sake it from me.“

        t round and around it in    knoo believe. the world had bee a very fusing place.

        GONE!

        Only Ced. t under er’s regime side t breakfast, lunato, a bo uable intervals,    make any differeo C     eat a mouterday’s c if it isn’t t, and    boto . It    er, in ure,    ged.

        Yet c o do er.

        From time to time a letter o time to time someone . A feer Jo about tter from er, ticed a small pile of letters gat on t uer box. Shem.

        One from Cerested in an iment opportunity… ?

        the roof.

        as ter?

        No. the asylum. Isabelle was dead.

        tared at tter. Dead! Isabelle! Could it be true? Influenza, tter said.

        Co be told, but t t. Better talk to Dig first, sting tters aside. But later,     tcable and sopping up ea, trace of tter in    , lost moments, lived a but unrecorded and t. er, passing tray of burnt toast and ba, s tters on tray    all of tents.

        And to    all, except t t got ted on t fart became easier and easier tet t ter.

        It hing had happened.

        doors man and not domesticated. ime o do for one more cup of tea    being first e t    ot be used straiger for cooked. y plates and cups piled up,    to and do t o see    ton boots and    erra-cotta pots and tender plants. And it came to tention t tes antly of tairs e for Master    ay plate to t? No.

        upstairs. Outside tes and cups ouc for t buzzed over it, and t smell.    notig t till untoucoted up tes and cups and fro is when he knew.

        knock at t ? o go to imber strong enougo use as a battering ram. t against tal ore ao the door.

        tered door fell open, s errible stenog Emmeline and teps. Even Jo o urned a ser. “Stay back,” ered the room. A few paces behind, I followed him.

        e stepped gingerly tting food on tirring clouds of flies up into ty plates covered elpiece, on cable. ttering ram ill iously, and a startled rat came scurrying out over our feet. It ted vomit encrusted table by the Missus’s old darning needle.

        ty. Just crumpled, filts stained her human vileness.

        e did not speak. e tried not to breaty, c . to steel o open to t. Before it snagged in my nostrils, my skin seemed to smell it, and a cold s bloomed all over my body. toilet    quite tain t o cover. But t ook a sep bad    t, taken teps back myself. In tink of    droppings and t into tairs and out of doors.

        I    looked fres.

        ‘All rigted my back    ill trembling.

        t ions all over    could ell her?

        e , C. But Charlie himself?

        ‘ told her. ”he’s gone.“

        I returo my room, t tory. It . teresting turn of events. It left me t t curious abbreviation: ldd. But ticed? I    I iced. today Miss inter had said I.

        In my room, on a tray o the ham sandwiches, I found a large brown envelope.

        Mr. Lomax, tor, o my letter by return of post. Attaco    kindly note ract,    aside, a letter of reendation from a Lady Blake in Naples, ively ifts, and, most iing of all, a letter accepting t, ten by the miracle worker herself.

        Dear Dr. Maudsley,to me.

        I so take up t at Angelfield on t.

        I    trains run only to Banbury. Per make my o Angelfield from t Banbury Station at    ten.

        Yours sincerely, er Barrourdy capitals, sisten t of tters, a sense of smoote loops of tter size s. No elaborate curls, flounces or flourisy of tion t goverer. It was a good,     was er herself, made word.

        In tht-hand er was an address in London.

        Good, I t. I    find you now.

        I reascription, e a letter to t Fat er: I o introduce myself, for less be unaoucly on tter of to justify my claim on ime; I o ee everyt er: Naples, London, Angelfield. But t of my letter was simple: Find her.
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