all about it. Yes. I did ask her where the shop was and who the woman was, but she wouldn't tell me. I
don't know why.
"And after that I never knew her so gay and carefree. Happy, careless…Oh, I don't know why she
should have died…I don't…I don't!"
Braile asked:
"Do the numbers 491 mean anything to you, Robbins? Do you associate them with any address Harriet
knew?"
She thought, then shook her head. I told her of the measured closing and opening of Walters' eyes.
"She was clearly attempting to convey some message in which those numbers figured. Think again."
Suddenly she straightened, and began counting upon her fingers. She nodded.