Samedi the Deafness
Violet.

    —Of course she did, said McHale. Yes, well, it was said that someone had spoken to my brother before he died. The police said someone had been there, but they couldn't figure out who. We managed to speak to someone who'd seen you there, and Grieve's father sent her to ask you what it was Thomas said. All of us here, of course, are very interested to know what his last words were. My dear brother . . .

    McHale said this with real feeling.

    James desperately tried to clear his head.

    —None of this makes any sense. Why did Lily Violet—

    —Grieve, interposed McHale.

    —Grieve, continued James. Why did Grieve steal my wallet, why did she send me a strange mask, and why did she come to my house to spy on me?

    —She came to your house? said McHale. Interesting. We didn't know that. She did slip her minder yesterday and go off into the city. We weren't sure where she went. Well, he said, that's one mystery solved.

    He examined James closely, pulled another chair over, and sat beside him.

    —The truth is, she took your wallet because she is a very good pickpocket, and we were interested to know about who you were. She had been instructed to simply ask you, but that's not her way.

    James nodded, following along.

    —As for the mask, well, she must have taken photographs of you, and then taken them to a mask factory. I can't imagine how that sort of thing could be done so fast, but evidently it was. . . . What can I say, she's an odd sort of girl. If not for the watch her father keeps on her, she'd have gotten into a lot of trouble a long time ago. I can tell you that much.

    There was a knock at the door. McHale rose.

    —Yes, he said peremptorily. Come in.

    The door opened. A young woman dressed as a maid stood there, holding a tray.

    —Bring that over here, said James.

    She did so, setting the tray upon a table close by James's elbow.

    —Of course, said McHale, we became even more interested in you after the death in Estrainger's building. You were there looking for Estrainger, were you not?

    He took something out of his pocket and unfolded it. It was the napkin James had had at the diner.

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    What should be done?

    nothing

    tell someone, the police.

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    —Were you thinking of telling the police the story McHale told you? You wouldn't be the first to go to them. Before he ran into those muggers, my brother spoke to at least four people, and convinced them all to go to the police. They all did, every one, each with the same story. He was away from this house for four days. Don't you think it's strange that he didn't go to the police?

    —I don't know what to think, said James. It's all rather strange to me.

    —Yes, well, think through what he said. We know your profession. Of course, you can tell us exactly how his last minutes passed. We would very much like to have that information, as all of us here miss him deeply.

    James nodded.

    —Should I write it out?

    —Yes, that would be preferable.

    McHale pointed to the tray. On it there was a metal bell, the sort for concealing cakes and such.

    —That's the key to your room, said McHale. We'd like to extend an invitation to you to stay here a few days. There are many of us who live here, many who knew my brother intimately. Some of us would like, I'm sure, the chance to speak to you personally, as you were the last one to see him alive. We have here a very fine chef, and a staff that is quite accommodating. Anything you want can be seen to. There are, however, a great many rules that govern our life in this house. When you get up to your room there is a little book where they're written. We ask that you observe them while you're here. You see, there are patients, many of them, and staff as well, and then there are those of us who live here on a rather different basis. Everyone here observes the rules, save Grieve, of course. She can be difficult, as you've learned.

    McHale noticed James's puzzled expression.

    —This is a
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