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I exchanged looks with both my colleagues, still too busy processing whatever my thoughts might be to say much.
‘Well,’ said Val after a while.
‘Mm,’ said I. ‘Why was she here?’
‘I sent a request for info,’ said Val. ‘To her secretary. I didn’t particularly expect an answer.’
But Crystobel Elvyng herself had responded, with an in-person visit. Prompted by what? Graciousness? Respect for the Society’s work?
Could be anything.
‘What did you think, House?’ I said.
I waited, but no real response came. If House had formed an opinion either of Crystobel herself, or of anything she had said, it wasn’t sharing.
‘I have one question,’ said Jay. ‘Why was she calling it argent? Where did that name come from?’
I nodded. ‘Curious to hear a brand-new name for the stuff, from someone who cla
