* * *
After she left, I considered who to contact. Regina Clubb had not once responded to my messages, and I wondered if something were amiss. Sending a message to Mr. Clubb, or even his son Lance, was out of the question if his wife refused to respond.
About an hour after Eleanora left, the bell rang; Blitz answered it.
Werner Lead’s piping voice came in from outside. “Master Hogan says to come to him. It’s not for me to hear your message.”
I chuckled and put my house shoes on. Werner was one of the Memory Boys, sent to carry messages too secret to be written. Problem was that these children remembered everything, both written and said, and who knew who they reported to?
“Very well,” Blitz said. “Thank you.”
I went past Blitz and outside.
My narrow street was busy, with messengers,
