“She is safe at her brother’s, surely?”
“She ought not to have gone there.”
“Why ever not?”
“I don’t know, but she ought not. I knew it when I saw the chaise had not brought her. She has done the wrong thing.”
“I will take a note to her if you like,” Hi said, “and bring her back here, too, if she wishes.”
“She won’t come back here,” Rosa said. “Nor could she, after dark, with these patrols in the streets; but if you will take a letter for me, I shall be grateful. The de Leyvas live outside the West Gate, off the Anselmo Road, in a part called Medinas.”
“Medinas Close is where my old murderer lives,” Hi said.
“There are fearful rookeries close to the palace,” Rosa said. “They are all owned by the de Leyvas.”
She wrote a letter, which she gave to Hi to take.
“If she wants to send any message,” Hi said, “of course, I will bring it back at once.”