Hester's mind raced, struggling between the practical and the safe. Safety won, at least for Rose. "You are going to see what chances there are of passing some kind of law to help the injured. Mary might have thought of that. It was probably why she approached Mr. Applegate in the first place. I'll attempt to locate the toshers Mary spoke to and see what they told her. If anyone knows where the old sunken rivers are, or if anything s changed course, it'll be them."

"Be careful!" Rose warned.

"I will," Hester assured her.

But she did not tell Monk anything other than that she had visited some of those injured in past cave-ins and other machine accidents. She certainly did not reveal her plans. And she lost no time in composing a brief letter to Sutton, telling him of her need to learn more from the toshers who knew the old system best. Only after she had sent it did she realize that she had no idea whether Sutton could read or not! He did all his business in cash. Perhaps even the best houses did not wish a bill or a receipt from a ratcatcher.

She waited all day for an answer, busying herself with chores, cleaning up after the plasterer.

Sutton came just after dark, at about half past four.

"Yer sure?" he asked carefully, studying her face in the kitchen gaslight. He sipped a steaming cup of tea, and had accepted a piece of fruitcake. He was scrupulous to give Snoot a tiny portion, just so he felt included. It probably amounted to no more than a couple of raisins. Snoot took them delicately and licked his chops, waiting hopefully for more.

"That's yer lot!" Sutton told him, shaking his head, then turned back to Hester.

"Well if yer sure yer really want ter know wot's 'appened, someone as'll tell yer the truth, we'd best go under the Thames Tunnel an' find some o' the folks wot's not still 'opin' fer work, or got loyalties to them as is." He looked her up and down anxiously. "But yer can't come like that. If I take yer with me, yer gotta look like yer belong. If I bring yer the clothes, can yer come as me lad wot I'm teachin'?"

She was taken aback for a moment, amusement replaced by the sudden jar of reality. "Yes," she said soberly. "Of course I can. I'll tie my hair back and put a cap on." It was an unreasonably displeasing thought that with a change of attire she could be taken for a ratcatcher's apprentice. And yet had she been more buxomly built, with a rounder, more womanly face, then she would not have been able to go at all.