Miss Stoker said as we rode off in her carriage. “I have no blooming idea. But I’m certain they were there in her workroom. I might be new at this, but I have instincts. They leave a light, deathlike odor behind. The UnDead were there for certain, and recently. Likely just before dawn.” “Right.” I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes and knit and think. There were so many pieces to this puzzle, I needed one of those wallboards like Grayling had to keep them all straight. And now there was a connection between the Willa Ashton case and the UnDead: Olympia Babbage. Coincidence? My uncle claimed that was impossible, but for once, I wasn’t certain. What could the UnDead have to do with someone trying to murder a young woman? “What is it?” Miss Stoker demanded, for I’d sat upright. A shiver went down my spine and prickles needled the bottoms of my feet. No. That’s absurd. The Ankh . . . is out of the picture. But the Ankh wasn’t dead. I was sure of it. And that was why I’d collected and kept all my notes about her.
