Master Robert Meldrew was waiting on the steps of the Savoy, hands clasped in anxiety. He was pale, strained, and constantly rolled his lips together in fear. 'Thank you for coming,' he muttered as he opened the carriage door. 'Another dreadful affair has darkened this place.' Fear. Gnawing fear. The images will not leave your mind. You want it all to stop.

What if it's you next time? What if you were seen? As if he felt her looking at him, Robert Meldrew turned to look at Margaretta. 'Your servant again. She always travels with you?' 'No, no,' dismissed Dee, stepping out. 'Margaretta is simply in the carriage as I will take her to where she will work for the next few days.' He gave money to the carriage man. 'Though we will continue by wherry. Not paying for a man to sit and wait.' With that he turned, ignoring the carriage driver's scowl.

'Come, master. We need to know what has happened here.' Sitting in the office, Dee looked greedily at the books, scanning the shelves for another to borrow. Robert poured small beer but this time his hands trembled. Margaretta sat quietly, watching, listening, feeling. Dee started the interrogation. 'So, tell me in detail. What has happened?' 'Just as before.

A body in the water.' 'Found by the wherrymen?' 'No. By me. I walk early in the evening. I saw a shape on the shore which was not a stone and went to look at it. That is when I saw. Oh, God.' He put his hand to his mouth and closed his eyes as if trying to stop himself from being sick.

Lying. You are lying. Every time you speak the muscles in your jaw flinch. You are withholding or hiding something. You feel horror. You have seen something, heard something. I see an image. Something dark.

Then a person. You are thinking of words. 'Was he alive, like Jonas?' 'No. Dead. Horribly beaten.' 'So how did you know to alert Lord Cecil?' With this, Robert opened his desk and pulled out a small object, and placed it on the desk. It was another seal. 'Just as before.

Around his neck.'.