When the final figure faded from view, I looked down at the notes I'd jotted. Births were up in the most recent year as opposed to ten years ago; St. Ferdinand's Valley keeps filling up. Blocks of flats have replaced a lot of what used to be single-family homes. We aren't as crowded as New Jorvik, and I don't think we ever will be, but Angels City is losing the small-town atmosphere it kept for a while even after it became a big city.

The rate of healings hadn't changed significantly over the past ten years. "Spirit," I said, and waited until it appeared in the access screen. Then I played a hunch: "Please break out for me by type the healings for both periods I'm interested m.

"One moment," it said.

When they came up, the data weren't dramatic. I hadn't expected them to be, not when the overall frequency had stayed pretty much constant. But the increased incidence of elf-shot within the pool of healings was suggestive. Elves tend to be drawn to areas with high concentrations of sorcery. If the Devonshire dump were as dean as it was supposed to be, there shouldn't have been that many elves running around loose shooting their little arrows into people.

Elf-arrows aren't like the ones Cupid looses, after all.

Exorcisms were up, too. I asked the access spirit for sample reports for each period. I wasn't after statistical elegance, not yet, just a feel for what was going on. I got the impression that the spirits who'd needed banishing this past year were a nastier bunch, and did more damage before they were expelled, than had been true in the earlier sample.

But the numbers that really leaped off the page at me were the birth defects. Between ten years ago and this past year, they'd almost tripled. I whistled softly under my breath, then called for the scriptorium spirit again. When it reappeared, I said, "May I please have a listing of birth defects by type for each of my two periods?"