Cinderhouse’s body had been put back together and examined. In addition to the missing genitals, Kingsley was unable to find the left kidney or the tongue. Mr Michael, owner of the house on Phoenix Street, eventually verified that one of the tongues found on his chimneypiece had come from Cinderhouse’s mouth, but there was no way to determine which one, and so both tongues were cremated along with the tailor’s remains.
The same day that Cinderhouse was burned and discarded, Claire Day finally visited the hospital. She pushed a pram that had been modified to fit two babies. A young nurse cooed over the infants and led Claire to the private room where Day had been awakened and dressed for the occasion. He lay atop his starched white sheets and smiled at Claire when she entered. She ran to him and they hugged, carefully, and she showered his lips and eyes and forehead with kisses.
“I’ve been so worried,” she said. “Dr Kingsley wouldn’t let me come.”
They whispered to each other, careful not to wake Hammersmith, whose ravaged chest rose and fell rhythmically, miraculously.
“How are you?”
“How am I? How are you? Walter, you almost died.”
“Nonsense. A rough day on the job, that’s all.”
“You didn’t really get a chance to see the girls.”
She went to the pram and wheeled it to the bed. Day looked down at his daughters, who slept curled up around each other like kittens.
“They’re lovely,” he said. “Did it. . I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”
“Well, you’ve got a wonderful excuse.”
Day laughed. “Yes, I suppose I do. You’re all right now?”
“I haven’t slept much.”
“I’ve slept entirely too much.”
“Tell me about your legs,” Claire said.
“I’ve kept them both.”
“Well, that’s a good start. Will you walk?”
“I’m told I will, in time. There was tissue damage to the left leg. He didn’t do much to the right, and I should make a full recovery there. But I’ll walk with a cane.”
“It will make you look dignified.”
“It will make me look old.”
“I don’t care how old you look.”
Day pointed at the pram. “I wasn’t expecting two.”
“Imagine my surprise.”
“They’re so tiny.”
“They came early. But they’re healthy.”
“They’ll live?”
“I told you, they’re healthy.”
“What about you? Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. Dr Kingsley has given me a clean bill of health. Only I don’t like to be at home by myself anymore. Not even with Fiona there. I can’t go into the kitchen. I certainly can’t go into the parlor.”
“I heard about what happened.”
“Poor Constable Winthrop. I can’t even look in that room now. The parlor, either. Our house is ruined.”
“Nonsense. Give it a little time. We’ll make new memories there.”
“I spend a lot of time with our girls at the park. I make up little rhymes for them and they love it. They smile when I sing.”
“Of course they do. They know they’ve got the best mother in London. In the world.”
“Would you like to hear one of my rhymes?”
“Perhaps later. Maybe once I’m home again.”
“Oh, Walter, I know you’ve had second thoughts about having a child. And now there are two. Please don’t-”
“What are you talking about?”
“I know.”
He shook his head. “Not second thoughts. Not really. I was worried about you. After what happened to my mother. .”
“I’m fine. I’m not sad like your mother was. And you are not your father.”
“And you are not yours, thank God.”
She laughed. “Thank God. We really ought to name them. The babies.”
“That can wait.”
“When will you come home?”
“That’s a question for the doctor, but I should think no later than tomorrow.”
“And what about Nevil?”
“His recovery will take a good bit longer, I think.”
“Not so,” Hammersmith said. They looked at him and saw that his eyes were open and he was smiling at them. His face was very pale, and the nurses had not done a good job of shaving his chin. “If you leave tomorrow, I leave tomorrow.”
“Nevil,” Claire said, “you’ll do what Dr Kingsley tells you to or you’ll answer to me, sir.”
She stood and went to Hammersmith’s bedside, put a hand on his forehead. His hair was sweaty, but his skin was cool to the touch.
“How are you, Mrs Day?”
“Better than you are, Nevil.”
“I’m just fine.”
“Of course you are. I begin to think you’re indestructible.”
“I do wish people would stop testing that theory.”
“Yes.”
“What about Fiona Kingsley? I’d like to thank her. I’m told she saved my life.”
Claire looked away. “She’ll visit soon.” In fact, Fiona had declared that she could not bear to see Hammersmith again. She felt she was doomed to remember him always at death’s door.
They all turned at the sound of someone clearing his throat. Sir Edward Bradford stood at the door, a gift-wrapped package in his hand.
“Good,” he said. “You’re both awake. Mrs Day, good morning to you.”
“Please come in,” Claire said.
He stepped over the threshold and held the package out to her.
“I brought this,” he said, “thinking I’d give it to the inspector. I didn’t want to disturb you at home so soon after the. .” He glanced nervously at the pram.
“Oh, thank you, sir. Would you like to see them?”
“I can’t stay long. There’s still a prisoner on the loose.”
She took the package and turned the pram around so that he could look down into it. He nodded at the sleeping babies and smiled back up at Claire.
“They’re perfect, aren’t they?” he said.
“Very much so,” Claire said.
“Well done, mum.”
“Thank you.”
“That’s, um. .” He pointed to the package. “It’s a toy. I didn’t think to get two of them. I’ll send another one.”
“They can share, I’m sure.”
“It’s the sort of thing you wind up and the puppet pops up at the end.”
“How thoughtful.”
“They may have to wait to play with it. It might be frightening for babies that small. I’d forgotten how small they can be.”
“I’ll put it aside for them,” Claire said. “For when they’re ready.”
Sir Edward nodded and looked over at the men in their beds. Claire followed his gaze and hurried over to her husband, kissed his cheek.
“Well,” she said, “I suppose you men have business to discuss. I’d better go and feed these young ladies.”
“It was good to see you, Mrs Day.”
“And you, sir.”
Sir Edward watched as she covered the babies with a white coverlet and wheeled the pram out of the room. He looked down the hall after her, then closed the door and turned to his men.
“Very kind of you, sir,” Day said.
“Don’t give it a thought.”
“Well, thank you anyway. Tell me. . the Harvest Man, have they caught him yet?”
“There’s been no sign. An apothecary was broken into the night before last. Ether was stolen. And an old mask they kept as decoration. It might have been him, but we’ve got nowhere with it. Blacker and Tiffany especially are beside themselves. Haven’t slept since you two went down.”