I returo my o moving as slos. Noterfered y cat’t er’s stave umbling from trade ty air to tte, not daring to ask for a drag. t must    t notory suggests t Emmeline er     Emmelihen who? Isabelle was dead. Charlie was gone.

        I came to my rooms,    in, stood by t oo dark to see; tion, a pale s t.

        At last I listeo t, persistent voi my    I rying to ignore. Adeline.

        No, I said.

        Yes, it said. Adeline.

        It    possible. till fres if so cry tears for?

        But ted episode after episode from tory I knearden, eaco Jo. ttameliering, ting. tor a carelessly, to die or to be found. One of t quite rig possible? ears I    nessed been tears of guilt? tears of remorse? as it a murderess I ed? as t Miss inter    suspi revealed itself to me. as t of Miss inter’s story? to make me sympate her, five her? I shivered.

        But o least I ormented body against mine and kne only broken love    cause suco Joer to life by getting o teaco pruopiary.

        topiary she had damaged.

        O sure after all!

        My eyes roamed over tside t o Joence for t?

        I rubbed my tired eyes and kneo bed. But I oo tired to sleep. My ts, if I did noto stop t long. I decided to h.

        ed for tub to fill, I cast about for someto occupy my mind. A ball of paper able caugtention. I unfolded it, flatte out. A ro.

        I-lived attempts at pig some kind of meaning out of my string of symbols. Al undermining feeling t I    captured Emmeline’s utterance quite accurately. I pictured t garden, tortions of tcesque, urgent face; I ness of Emmeline’s voice. But ried, I could not recall t itself.

        I climbed into ter, o my feet, legs, back, felt distinctly cainst t u to top of my er rang in my ears, my ed from its roots.

        I came up for air, tantly plunged underer again. More air, ter.

        In a loose, underer fass began to so kno it otally ied. In t s of both.

        Air. ater.

        Introduced distortions. In tonation, maybe. Or times extra bits, added to camouflage rato carry meaning.

        Air. ater.

        A puzzle. A secret code. A cryptograp    be as ian o go about it? take eacely. It could be a    of a onation first. Play ress. Experiment ening, flattening t did t in Englis if you left it out and played ead? t number of possible binations. t not an infinite number. A puting mac. So could a wo.

        the dead go underground.

        ? I sat bolt uprigo me out of nowhere.

        t painfully in my c. It    couldn’t be!

        trembling, I reay jottings, and dreo me. Anxiously I sed it. My notes, my symbols and signs, my squiggles and dots, ting in a pool of er and had drowned.

        I tried once more to remember to me underer. But t, i fad te sequence s.

        t rail be trie up    of nowhere?

        I didn’t actually believe t t so me, did I?

        e on, be sensible, I told myself.

        I reaco put my underer imaginings out of my mind.
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