t time I sa. S took o jure t and begin to speak. ciced t s off ual purple eye s    ted appearance of a cher’s makeup box.

        t as er and tor expected. t and rage and kid figing on ion for er to recile o ing, in s, te ially, to a pair of lifeless rag dolls.

        Not quite lifeless. tio circulate, sluggis o tor’s    site. t nig tranquility of sleep. t; tees, only it    a limb t their very souls.

        Did tists doubt top and    a siful project? t heir own self-deceiving blindness.

        tor carried out tests. er observed. And t every day, to pare o discuss    first timistically called progress. Beor’s desk, or in t toget over papers on , sleep. t appetites, ty to sleep all time—t sleep o at for t    going as ed,    disastrously, but tists skirted around ty t t be doing o retain t togethey could work a miracle.

        tor derived great satisfa from ty of    time in decades ifid of t order.    egee’s ability to grasp a principle one minute and to apply it y and insig. Before loo    segee. And er o find t at long last ely nouris of tings agloement and pleasure. So tural. ed to uand t    o tting in solitude to e up tes, t individually o t a doubt cross t if t record it n tes, did not mention it to ther.

        So depe did t uaking t e failed to see t t    ill. Emmeline and Adeline    catatonid t vas noerred by tists tiables and cs, proposed te experiments to test told t ted sometion and    on to t big idea.

        tor’s    at one remove, ty. to ting moutimes a day. t; eac s. As for Joside it all.    by no one, not t t stopped    to tc. I’m telling you. No good at all.”

        t o not for a nerick to try. At precisely t er detected small signs of improvement in Emmeliurned oed from it. By listening outside doors (ally, er discovered t o win language.

        ‘Sold tor, ”by imagining ter.“

        tan a regime of leaving Adeline alone for periods of several ening outside tepad and pen in hing.

        er and tor advised tien tulated ts in Emmeline. Briged Emmeline’s increased appetite, o sit up, t feeps sook of er and treed, t o sider t ermed “improvements” urning to ts s began is o judge.

        It    all plain sailing o ter used to , arrayed     o e. Dressed in t sigaking ion for er, ran o it. t t for    for er, wo several pieces and was bleeding.

        er took tructed Joo burn tra precaution, so turn all to t ts of the kind.

        S speak. For all tary    on be be io speak a single o er. to fer about. er and t in t t talk, and sime. to speak, t ments, of course, but sce s disappois. And look at t Emmelirong enougo be alloside? And s less time tering at t t step, staring in tion of tor’s ed.

        Progress? It     tset. It    muc all pared to ts er    arrived. But it    of it. Perly relieved. For ive success? It inued collaboration. And to t, t ed t.

        t of t o take someternal, to put a stop to it. Somet came quite out of the blue.

        ‘ ?“

        t ime, te look t s    o ask questions, I couldn’t help myself.

        Despite here was a green gleam of mischief in her eyes as she leaned forward fidingly.

        ‘Do you believe in gs, Margaret?“

        Do I believe in gs?    could I say? I nodded.

        Satisfied, Miss inter sat ba    unfamiliar impression of .

        ‘er didn’t. Not stific, you see. So, not believing in gs, srouble when she saw one.“

        It his:

        One briger, ies iy of time, left to take to tor’s    full of a po s put a o but t made renuous activity.

        took    ine t, t muc o tor’s, striding out vigorously, beat raised but    test sense of overexertion, feeling quite probably t s put o it, opped her dead.

        In tance, playing togetakable. t Emmeline in t m, ther in green.

        It was impossible.

        But no. er ific. S be an explanation. Adeline or’s orpor     aking advantage of an open    of keys left unattended, siced    .

        to do? Running to tless. So approacretce. So s to tor’s    a run.

        In no time siently at t ig t, but er ant t o tered    knog.

        tor looked up, startled to see or’s face flusion, , flying free from its grips. S of breated to speak but for t could not.

        ‘ever is it?“    and ing around to put his hands on her shoulders.

        ‘Adeline!“ s !“

        tor, puzzled, froil she room.

        there was Adeline.

        er spun back around to tor. “But I’ve just seen es’s field…” Sly enoug ailed off as so wonder.

        ‘Calm yourself, sit doer,“ tor was saying.

        ‘S    out? And e back so quickly?“ er tried to make sense of it.

        ‘S t time.“ o er’s eyes, stirred by ion. ”It must ed, maintaining orly de.

        ‘But—“ er s hes. Adeline’s hair.“

        er turo look at Adeline again.    to t ter es before but a    navy one, and    loose but braided.

        ter turned back to tor .    steady. tional explanation for ifid er kally and profoundly stific. tion. “I must be mad,” sed and rils quivered. “I !”

        ears.

        It produced a strange sensation in tor to see or reduced to sucate of dision. And alt ist in     admired er for    inctive, t respoo egration by putting e embrace.

        er did not resist.

        Listening at doors is not bad manners or’s ist o studying    so startled tor and er came as no surprise at all to Mrs. Maudsley,    for some time.

        Sraged rig into the surgery.

        ‘I o leave tantly,“ so er. ”You    send Johe child.“

        to o you later.”

        t hings.

        Joor    t learned from t ts of the m.

        At    Adeline in    the door ajar.

        Emmeline, urned directly to up teps at a time and strode unatingly to the door behind her.

        And er? No one sao t tle room empty and er gone.

        I emerged from tory and into Miss inter’s glazed and mirrored library.

        ‘here did she go?“ I wondered.

        Miss inter eyed me    fro matter?”

        ‘S have gone somewhere.“

        toryteller gave me a side doesn’t do to get attaco ters. It’s not tory. t’s all to it.”

        I slid my pencil into tebook and o t urned back.

        ‘hen?“

        ‘Foodness’ sake! S, I tell you.“

        ‘S ter of application h a home address. Perhaps she came from an agency?“

        Miss inter closed or,    t t’s my story. I s Street, Banbury. I ruct o answer any inquiries you ake.”

        I e to Mr. Lomax t night.
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