“They’re—” Miriam stopped. “If I told you, they might kill you.”

Iris raised an eyebrow. “I think you know better than that,” she said quietly.

“But—”

“Stop trying to overprotect me!” Iris waved her attempted justification away. “You always hated it when I patronized you. So what is this, return-the-favor week? You’re still alive, so you have something on them, if I know you. So it follows that you can look after your old mother, right? Doesn’t it?”

“It’s not that simple.” Miriam looked at her mother and sighed. “If I knew you’d be safe…”

“Shut up and listen, girl.” Miriam shut up abruptly and stared at her. Iris was watching her with a peculiar intensity. “You are by damn going to tell me everything. Especially who’s after you, so that I know who to watch for. Because anyone who tries to get at you through me is going to get a very nasty surprise indeed, love.” For a moment, Iris’s eyes were icy-cold, as harsh as the assassin in the orangery at midnight, two days before. Then they softened. “You’re all I’ve got left,” she said quietly. “Humor your old ma, please? It’s been a long time since anything interesting happened to me—interesting in the sense of the Chinese proverb, anyway.”

“You always told me not to gossip,” Miriam accused.

“Gossip is as gossip does.” Iris cracked a smile. “Keep your powder dry and your allies briefed.”

“I’ll—” Miriam took a sip of her coffee. “Okay,” she said, licking her dry lips. “This is going to take a long time to tell, but basically what happened was, I took the shoe box home and didn’t do anything with it until that evening. Which probably wasn’t a good thing, because…”

She talked for a long time, and Iris listened, occasionally prompting her for more detail but mostly just staring at her face, intently, with an expression somewhere between longing and disgust.

Finally Miriam ran down. “That’s all, I guess,” she said. “I left Brill with Paulie, who’s looking after her. Tomorrow I’m going to take the second locket and, well, see if it works. Over here or over there.” She searched Iris’s face. “You believe me?” she asked, almost plaintively.