they swung right into Kennington Road, where the huge mass of the Bethlehem Lunatic Hospital loomed against the night sky.
The hansom stopped, and Narraway gave the driver a sovereign and told him to wait. "There'll be four more for you if you are here when I need you," he said grimly. "And your licence canceled if you are not. Wait as long as you need to. I may be a short time, or I may be hours. If I have not come out by midnight, take this card and go to the nearest police station and fetch half a dozen uniformed constables." He passed a card over to the man, who was sitting wide-eyed and by now seriously alarmed.
Narraway strode over the path and up the steps to the front entrance of the hospital, Pitt half a pace behind him. They were met immediately by an attendant who barred the way firmly and politely. Narraway informed him that he was on a government matter to do with the security of the nation, and he had a royal warrant to pursue his business wherever it took him. One of the inmates had information urgently needed, and he must speak with him without any delay whatsoever.
Pitt's stomach sank as he realized just what a risk they were taking. He had accepted without question that Charlotte was right, and Garrick was here. If she was mistaken and he was in some other asylum, Spitalfields, or even a private institution, then Narraway was not going to forgive him for it. He was startled when he realized just how completely Narraway had trusted him, even more when he remembered that it was actually Charlotte's word he was taking.
"Yes, sir. And who would that be?" the man asked.
"He came here in the early morning in the second week of September," Narraway replied. "A young man who brought a servant with him. He could be suffering delirium, nightmares and the effects of opium. You cannot have had more than one like him that week."
"You don't know his name, sir?" The man scowled.
"Of course I know his name!" Narraway snapped. "I do not know by what name he was admitted here. Don't pretend to be a fool. I have already informed you that I am on Her Majesty's business of state. Do I need to spell out more for you?"
"No, no, sir, I..." The man did not know how to finish the sentence. He swiveled around and scuttled off across the hallway and then turned right, along the first wide corridor, Narraway on his heels.
Pitt's mouth was dry and he was gulping air as he followed them through empty passages with blind walls and locked doors on either side. He heard muffled moaning, laughter rising higher and higher and ending in a shriek. He wanted to drive it from his head, but he could not.
Finally they arrived at the end of the wing and the attendant hesitated, fishing for the keys on his belt, glancing nervously at Narraway.
Narraway gave him an icy stare, and the man fumbled, poking the key blindly, stabbing at the hole until Pitt could sense Narraway on the edge of snatching it from him.
The key slid in and turned the lock at last. Pitt half expected to hear screaming and braced himself for the attempted escape of a lunatic. Instead the door swung wide open to show two straw mattresses on the floor, one occupied by a figure crouched over, head half buried in a gray blanket, hair wild, and what they could see of his face unshaven.
On the other mattress a man sat up slowly and blinked at them, his eyes full of fear and a kind of despair, as if he no longer even hoped for anything except more pain. But there was still reason in him, at least at the moment.
"What is your name?" Narraway said, immediately stepping half in front of the attendant and preventing him from moving forward. He was addressing the sitting man. His voice was firm, but there was no harshness in it, only a tone that demanded answer.
"Martin Garvie," the man replied huskily. His eyes pleaded for belief, and the fear in him cut Pitt like a knife.
Narraway took a long, slow breath. When he spoke again his voice shook a little in spite of the masklike control in his face. "And I presume that is your master, Stephen Garrick?" He gestured towards the wretched creature still huddled on the other mattress.
Garvie nodded warily. "Please don't