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"Miss Hawkins," the nurse says. "Here's Miss Doyle to see you, and she's brought you a lovely corsage besides. Won't you say good evening?"

"Good evening! Good evening!" Cassandra chirps.

"I'll leave you to your visit, then," the nurse says. "You'll be needing to dress soon, Miss Hawkins."

"Nell," I say, when we are alone."You had a visitor today. Was it Miss McCleethy?"

Nell flinches at the name, holding the cage so close that Cassandra hops about, flustered. "She led us to the rocks. She promised us the power, and then she betrayed us. It came up from the sea. Jack and Jill went up the hill . . ."

"She was your teacher at Saint Victoria's, wasn't she? What did she do to you? What happened?"

Nell reaches her tiny fingers through the bars of the cage, trying to touch Cassandra, who squawks and hops about, avoiding her grasp.

"Nell!" I grab her hands.

"Oh, Lady Hope." she says in a fierce whisper, her eyes filling with tears."She has found me. She has found me and my mind is so troubled. I fear I cannot keep them out. They won't forgive me."

"Who won't forgive you?" I ask.

"Them!" she nearly shouts. "The ones you talk to. They are not my friends, not my friends, not friends." "Shhh, it's all right, Nell," I murmur. I can hear distant violins tuning. The chamber orchestra has arrived. The dance is almost under way.

;It's quite all right, Mrs. Jones, thank you. I believe a visit will do me good."

Felicity smiles in triumph.

"As you wish, miss. A short visit," she emphasizes, closing the door forcefully.

"Now you've done it. You've made Jonesy mad," I tease.

"How terrifying," Felicity says, rolling her eyes.

Ann examines the dress hanging just inside my cupboard. "You will be well enough to attend the hospital dance this evening, won't you?"

"Yes," I say."I shall be there. Don't worry, Tom will be there. He's not taken my chill."

"I am glad to hear he's in good health," she says, as if she hasn't been waiting to hear that all along.

Felicity examines me. "You've a naughty look on your face."

"I have interesting news." I hand them the letter.

Felicity and Ann sit on my bed, reading silently, their eyes going wide.

"It's her, isn't it?" Ann asks."Miss McCleethy is really Circe." "We've got her."I say.

"When she left Saint Victoria's, she was to take a post at a school near London where her sister is headmistress...," Felicity reads aloud.

"If that is true," I say, "Mrs. Nightwing is also suspect. We can no longer trust her."

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

AFTER A HALF HOUR SPENT PACING, IT IS DECIDED that we shall dispatch a note to the one person who may be of help to us, Miss Moore. I wait impatiently for the messenger's return, and just before I am to leave for the dance at Bethlem, her reply arrives.

Dear Gemma,

I too am troubled by these coincidences. Perhaps there is an explanation for it all, but for the present, I advise you to be on your guard. If she should show herself at Bethlem Royal, do what you must to keep her from your Nell Hawkins.

Your friend, Hester Asa Moore

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