"I don't know." She frowned. "I can't figure it out. You know who it was that raped Marianne in the garden?"
"No, who?"
"Ganesh."
"You're kidding!"
"Nope." She pointed to the stack of typescript. "See for yourself."
Len didn't move. "But Ganesh was in Lydia, buying back the sapphire. He didn't return till—"
"I know, I know. But he wasn't. That was Zeuxias in a putty nose with his beard dyed. It's all perfectly logical, the way Leo explains it. Zeuxias overheard Ganesh talking to the three Mongols—you remember, Ganesh thought there was somebody behind the curtain, only that was when they heard Lygea scream, and while their backs were turned—"
"All right. But for God's sake, this fouls everything up. If Ganesh never went to Lydia, then he couldn't have had anything to do distempering Cyrus's armor. And Zeuxias couldn't, either, because—"
"It's exasperating. I know he's going to pull another rabbit out of the hat and clear everything up, but I don't see how."
Len brooded. "It beats me. It had to be either Ganesh or Zeuxias. Or Philomenes, though that doesn't seem possible. Look, damn it, if Zeuxias knew about the sapphire all the time, that rules out Philomenes once and for all. Unless—no. I forgot about that business in the temple. Umm. Do you think Leo really knows what he's doing?"