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her voice. "You let that happen to him?" she whispered. It was not intended as an accusation, at least not entirely. She had admired Sandeman; she had seen a compassion in him too deep to believe indifference in him now, for any reason. What she had seen was real, she had felt it in the dignity with which he had regarded the drunken man the day she had found him.

He looked at her with hurt for her judgment of him, and defiance. "How could I have prevented it? We each have to find our own salvation, Mrs. Pitt. I told Garrick what to do years ago, but I can't make him do it."

She was about to correct him, say that it was Martin Garvie she was thinking of, then she realized what he implied. "Are you saying that Stephen Garrick's madness is his own fault?" she asked incredulously.

"No..." He looked away, and for the first time she knew he was lying.

"Mr. Sandeman!" Then she was uncertain what she could add that would help.

He raised his head to meet her eyes. "Mrs. Pitt, I have told you more than I want to, just in case you can help Martin Garvie, who is a good man seeking to help someone in far deeper pain than he can understand-and he may suffer for it... terribly." There was a plea in his voice. "If you have the power to reach anyone who can get him freed, before it is too late... if... if that is where he is."

"I will!" she said with more passion than belief. "At least now I know something, somewhere to begin. Thank you, Mr. Sandeman." She hesitated. "I... I don't suppose you know anything about Mr. Lovat's death, do you?"

The ghost of a smile crossed his face. "No. If you ask me to guess, I should think it is exactly what it looks like-the Egyptian woman killed him, for whatever reason of her own. Perhaps it goes back to something between them in Alexandria. I thought at the time that he did her no injury, but perhaps I was mistaken."

"I see. Thank you."

This time he did not offer to walk with her as far as the street, and she left alone, determined to find Pitt as soon as possible and tell him where Martin Garvie was, and persuade him to get him freed, whatever it required to do it.

ALL AFTERNOON SHE BEGAN and half finished tasks in the house, stopping every time she heard a footfall, hoping it was Pitt returning, so she could tell him.

When he finally did come home, as usual he walked in his stocking feet down the passage to the kitchen, so she did not hear him until he spoke. She was so startled she dropped the potato she had in her hand, and spun around to face him still holding the peeling knife.

"I know what happened to Martin Garvie," she said. "At least I think I do... and to Stephen Garrick. Thomas, we have to do something about it. Immediately!"

His expression darkened. "How do you know? Where have you been? Did you go back to Sandeman?"

She lifted her chin a little. If they were going to have a disagreement about it, or worse, it would have to wait. "Of course I did. He is the only one who knows anything about it."

"Charlotte-" he began.

"He's in Bedlam!" she interrupted.

It had the effect she had intended. His eyes widened and some of the color drained from his face. "Are you certain?" he said quietly.

"No," she admitted. "But it fits all the facts that we have. Stephen Garrick suffered terrible nightmares, far worse than ordinary people's, and they went on even when he was waking, delusions of blood and fire and screaming. He had uncontrollable fits of temper and weeping." Her words fell over each other. "He drank too much to try to rid himself of whatever it is that tormented him, and he took opium. Martin Garvie knew all about it, because he was the only one who could help him. But he was losing control of the situation, and he went to Sandeman to ask his advice, but there was nothing Sandeman could do either. And it was shortly after that that Stephen Garrick, and Martin, left Torrington Square early in the morning, without proper luggage, yet did not leave London in any way that we can trace. And the carriage returned to Torrington Square within a few hours, so either they traveled on by public