news to the guards. I could see that they were bursting with questions. I gave them no encouragement to
ask them.
At eight, my day nurse for Ricori appeared, plainly much surprised to have found Butler sleeping and to
find me taking her place. I made no explanation, simply telling her that the guards would now be stationed
within the room instead of outside the door.
At eight-thirty, Braile dropped in on me for breakfast, and to report. I let him finish before I apprised him
of what had happened. I said nothing, however, of the nurse's little cap, nor of my own experience.
I assumed this reticence for well-considered reasons. One, Braile would accept in its entirety the
appalling deduction from the cap's presence. I strongly suspected that he had been in love with Walters,
and that I would be unable to restrain him from visiting the doll-maker. Usually hard-headed, he was in