They had already been out. The broom beside the rear entrance was still warm.

I was especially careful at Morris and MacCab's. Nightwind can be very potent after dark and could be anywhere.

I heard a small tittering from the nearly bare branches of a cherry tree. I sniffed the air, but Nightwind's gritty signature was not on it. There was something else, though.

The small laughter, so high-pitched a human might not hear it, came again.

«Who's there?» I asked.

A cluster of leaves unrolled itself from the tree and darted down, stitching the air at blinding speeds about my head.

«Another who watches,» came its tiny voice.

«The neighborhood is getting crowded,» I said. «You may call me Snuff. What may I call you?»

«Needle,» it replied. «Whom do you serve?»

«Jack,» I answered. «And yourself?»

«The Count,» it said.

«Do you know whether Morris and MacCab found their ingredients?»

«Yes,» it replied. «Do you know whether the crazy woman found hers?»

«I'm pretty sure she did.»

«So she is abreast of us. Still, it is early… .»

«When did the Count join the Game?»

«Two nights ago,» it said.

«How many players are there?»

«I don't know,» it answered. Then it soared high and was gone.

Life was suddenly even more complicated, and I'd no way of knowing whether they were openers or closers.

As I made my way back I felt that I was being watched. But whoever it was, was very, very good. I could not spot him, so I took a long, long way about. He left me later to follow another. I hurried home to report.

October 4

Rainy day. Windy, too. I made my rounds.

«Up yours, cur.»

«Same to you.»

«Hi, things.»