The blue glasses, found in an elevated railroad car,
belong to the victim, Lady Morton.
But Nat and the coroner, misled to the black windows in
depots, re-enact the daily routines of her double.
The job hinges on a leaking cask, painted red, with
There's also a garret, a furnished hotel overrun with
nettles, padded doors, a secret platform.
All the action happens on Tuesday, poor day, stamping
on the rain's filings.
Guided by a jockey, Nat discovers the culprit in a
phoney pastor's osier suitcase.
He's a horrid dwarf, of Mongolian ancestry. The pastor
is his lieutenant.
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