"No, we were actually there. Saw it happen."

She smiled gently and touched his face with the back of her fingers, perhaps aware her hands were dusty. Had she been still occupied with housework this late in the evening to keep her mind from worrying about him?

"That's horrible," she said bleakly. "They must have been very desperate to jump into the river at this time of the year."

"They'd die whatever time it was," he replied. "The tide is very strong, and the river's filthy." To another woman he would have moderated his answer, avoided the facts of death, but she had seen more people dying and dead than he had. Police work, no matter how grim at times, hardly compared with the battlefield or the losses afterwards to gangrene and fever.

"Yes, I know that," she answered him. "But do you suppose they knew before they jumped?"

Suddenly it was immediate and painfully, agonizingly real. Mary Havilland had been a woman like Hester, warm and full of emotions, capable of laughter and pain; now she was just an empty shell with the soul fled. Nobody anymore. He put his hands on Hester's shoulders and pulled her towards him, holding her tightly, feeling her slender body yield almost as if she could soften the awkward bones and shape herself to him.

"I don't know if she meant to jump and he tried to stop her," he whispered into her hair, "or if he pushed her over and she clung on to him and took him with her, or even if she meant to. I don't know how I'm going to find out, but I will."

She held on to him for a few minutes longer, silently, then she pulled back and looked at him. "You're frozen," she said, suddenly practical. "And I don't suppose you've eaten. The kitchen is still not really finished, but I have hot soup and fresh bread, and apple pie, if you'd like it."

She was right: He was still cold from the long ride and the even colder river crossing afterwards. The butler's sandwich seemed a long time ago. He accepted. Between mouthfuls, he asked her about her day, and her progress in redecorating the house. Then he sat back, realizing how warm he was in all the ways that mattered.