“Mrs. Rickett said I had to give her my ration book, and when I told her about Padgett’s, she said I couldn’t begin boarding till I got a new one, and Mike wasn’t here—”

“Where is he? At Mrs. Leary’s?”

“No. He arranged things with her and then went to check a travel shop in Regent Street and then fetch his clothes from his old rooms, but he said he’d be late and not to wait for him, to go ahead to Notting Hill Gate and meet him there. When do the raids begin tonight?” she asked nervously.

“Shh,” Polly whispered. “We shouldn’t be talking about this here. Come up to the room.”

“I can’t. Mrs. Rickett said I wasn’t allowed to till I’d paid her.”

“Paid her? Didn’t you tell her you were moving in with me?”

“Yes,” Eileen said, “but she said not till I’d given her ten and six.”

“I’ll speak to her,” Polly said grimly, picking up Eileen’s bag. She took her up to the room, left her there, and went down to the kitchen to confront Mrs. Rickett.

“When I moved in, you said I had to pay the full rate for a double,” Polly argued. “It shouldn’t be extra for—”

“There’s plenty as wants the room if you don’t,” Mrs. Rickett said. “I had three Army nurses here today looking for a room to let.”

And I suppose you plan to charge them three times the rate for a double, Polly almost snapped, but she couldn’t risk getting them evicted. Eileen would already have given Theodore’s mother this address, and Mrs. Rickett wasn’t the type to tell a retrieval team where they’d gone if they did show up. Polly paid the additional ten and six and went back upstairs.

Miss Laburnum was just coming out of her room, carrying a bag full of coconut shells and an empty glass bottle. “For Ernest’s message in a bottle,” she explained. “Sir Godfrey said to get a whiskey bottle, but with Mrs. Brightford’s little girls there, I thought perhaps orange squash would be more suitable—”

Polly cut her off. “Would you tell Sir Godfrey I may not be at rehearsal tonight? I must help my cousin get settled in.”

“Oh, yes, poor thing,” Miss Laburnum said. “Did she know any of the five who were killed?”

Oh, no, Miss Laburnum knew about the deaths, too. Now she’d have to keep Mike and Eileen away from the troupe as well.

“Were they shop assistants?” Miss Laburnum asked.

“No,” Polly said, “but the incident’s left her badly shaken, so I’d rather you didn’t say anything to her about it.”

“Oh, no, of course not,” Miss Laburnum assured Polly. “We wouldn’t want to upset her.” Polly was certain she meant it, but she or someone else at the boardinghouse was bound to slip. She had to find a way to get in to see Marjorie tomorrow.

“It’s dreadful,” Miss Laburnum was saying, “so many killed, and who knows how it will all end?”