Eugenia leaned forward. Her face radiated concern. “The chief investigator was asking after your sister, Maria.”
Kitty looked at him for what seemed like an age, her guileless stare as unself-conscious as that of a child.
“He has come from Petrograd,” Eugenia went on. “He is trying to help your sister.”
“My sister?”
“Yes, my dear.”
Kitty shook her head very slowly, frowning. “No… that is not possible.”
Eugenia’s face was gentle but commanding. “He is trying to assist her, Kitty.”
“No…” She shook her head. “That is not possible, Eugenia Sergeevna.”
“My dear…”
Without warning, Kitty crumpled into a ball, clutching her knees and resting her head upon the side of the chair, tears creeping into the corners of her eyes. Ruzsky had to force himself to remain seated.
Eugenia gently touched her hand. Ruzsky noticed the scars on Kitty’s wrists.
The only sound was the distant murmur of the sea.
“My dear, she came to see you yesterday,” the nurse whispered again.
“No…”
“She traveled all the way from Petrograd.”
“Did she?” Kitty sounded as if she wanted to believe it.
Eugenia glanced at Ruzsky.
“But I do not have a sister, you know that, don’t you?” Kitty turned toward Ruzsky and he saw now that she was the victim Maria had fought to prevent herself becoming.
“I understand,” he said.
“Do you?”
“I believe so.”
Kitty scrutinized his face with greater interest. “Who is it that you seek?”
“A Maria Andreevna.”
“It’s a common patronymic.”
“Yes. Of course.”
“What has she done, this Maria Andreevna?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why do you seek her?”
“Because I fear for her safety.”
Ruzsky waited patiently.
“I have no family,” she said. “Ask anyone here.”
“How long have you been in this hospital, Kitty?”
She did not answer.
“Your sister or…” Ruzsky stopped as she tightened her lips in protest. “This Maria Andreevna came a long way to see you.”
Kitty’s face was still.
“Do you know why she came?”
Ruzsky watched Kitty struggling with herself.
“What did she ask you?”
“I do not have a sister,” she repeated.
“What did this Maria Andreevna ask you?”
“I don’t remember.”
Ruzsky waited for her to expand, but she remained silent, staring at the line of palm trees that fringed the sea. “You came here after your parents died?”
A tear formed in the corner of her eye. The nurse leaned forward to touch her arm.
“You lived in a white house overlooking the sea,” Ruzsky said softly. “Isn’t that so? With neatly tended lawns, open windows, and a mother with the voice of an angel.”
Tears rolled down Kitty’s cheeks. She bowed her head. Ruzsky had an overwhelming desire to comfort her, but he remained seated.
Eugenia forced Kitty to stand and placed her head upon her shoulder, her face concealed by long dark hair. She stroked Kitty’s head gently until her sobbing eased. “It’s all right,” she said. “It’s all right.”
Ruzsky stared at the ground with regret, then stood. “I apologize, madam.”
Eugenia looked at him, her expression sympathetic, then took Kitty’s hand and led her slowly across the terrace.
At the doorway, Kitty stopped and looked back, strands of hair blown across her face. Then she followed Eugenia inside.
Ruzsky waited. It was a few minutes before the nurse returned. She sat down and straightened her uniform again. “Would you like some tea, Chief Investigator?”
Ruzsky did not respond. He felt as though he had damaged something priceless. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I did not fully understand.”
“She has blocked the past from her mind, Detective. The last twenty-four hours have been…” Eugenia’s voice trailed off.
“She is here because she harms herself?”
“Yes. And because she is too fragile to cope in normal society.”
“And she has never acknowledged her family?”
Eugenia shook her head. “I cannot say that Kitty has never acknowledged her family, only that she does not do so any longer. Maria’s visit was… difficult. She stayed only a short time.”
“Were you privy to what they discussed?”
“No. Maria asked to be left alone with her sister. Afterward, they were both… well, I do not think it was easy for either of them.”
“Did Kitty talk about it?”
“No.”
Ruzsky took out his silver cigarette case and offered it to her. She hesitated for a moment, before reaching forward to take one. Ruzsky lit it and watched as she sucked the smoke into her lungs, momentarily relaxing. The act transformed her. “You have worked here long?” he asked.
“Eight months.”
“You’re from Yalta?”
“No. I worked in field hospitals before.”
“Whereabouts?”
“In different places. Galicia, close to the front line.” She looked at him with pain in her eyes and saw that he understood.
“How long will you stay?”
“I leave at the end of the month. To return to the front.”
Ruzsky saw the concern in Eugenia’s eyes; the girl was to lose a protector.
“Kitty will stay here?”
“She will be well looked after,” Eugenia said, without appearing to be convinced by it.
“You discussed her situation with Maria?”
“Yes, of course.” She sucked heavily on the cigarette again.
Ruzsky tried to ascertain the cause of her apprehension. “Maria was concerned? That is why she came all this way?”
Eugenia looked at him. “She came to say goodbye.”
Ruzsky felt the color drain from his face.
“She did not say as much to Kitty, of course, but that is what she told me. She promised to wire money, but what can we do?” Eugenia shrugged hopelessly. “I did my best to reassure her, but could not make the promise that she asked for. I cannot stay any longer. All of the staff move on, it is the way of things. How can we know who will be here in five months, let alone five years? Kitty is still young. God willing, her life will be long.”
“I don’t understand. Why did she come here to say goodbye? Where did she say she was going?”
“She did not explain. Maria said only that she wanted to settle things, to be sure that Kitty would always be all right. She was very sad. She was crying. ‘But if there is a revolution,’ she kept saying, taking my hand, ‘what then? Can’t you stay? Who can I find who will always be here?’ ”
“Why did she say that?”
“I don’t know.”
Ruzsky shook his head. “What did she mean about wiring the money?”
“This is a private sanatorium, Chief Investigator. The Tatyana Committee pays for those officers who are recovering here, but other patients’ fees have to be met from personal funds. Kitty was only moved here a short time ago and Maria came to see that she was well cared for. She wanted to give us enough money in one transfer to ensure her sister would always be looked after here, but…” She shrugged.
“It would be a sizable sum.”
Eugenia didn’t answer.
“Kitty’s parents are dead?”
“Yes.”
“They were-”
“I don’t know the details.”
“Would it be possible, do you think, to see Kitty’s personal file here. It would be most-”
“No. We could not do that.” Another nurse had come onto the terrace and was waving at Eugenia to indicate that her presence was required. She stubbed the cigarette out beneath her foot and then brushed the ash from her white blouse.
“It would be helpful to ascertain whether she has other relatives.”
“Maria said she had no other family members here.”