She frowned but nodded. “And then I’ll join you.”

We both shall, said Stitches. She stood too, keeping her hood pulled low on her face. I have some instruments to fetch.

“So you didn’t know the woman was a cat-thing either?”

You surprise me, Markhat. No. I did not. I assumed she was a bodyguard, perhaps a mistress. Nothing about her suggested an extraordinary nature.

“Another old magic, right out of legend?”

I simply do not know. She turned and made for the stair.

“What was that all about?” asked Darla.

“Surprises all around. Stitches has gone to fetch her good wands.”

“I’m beginning to wish we ran a dairy farm.” Darla found a grin. “I’ll be right back.”

I watched her vanish into the crowd. Then I unbuttoned my jacket and pulled out my new revolver and checked it right there at the table.

Toadsticker hung at my side. I had a facsimile magic tortoise shell in one pocket and a gun in a chest holster. I had a dagger in my right boot and my old Army knife in an ankle sheath on my left leg. I was armed as well as a well-dressed man could be, and I still felt naked, knowing what might be wandering around out there among the gamblers and the revelers and the well-heeled ne’er-do-wells.

I resolved to tear up my finder’s license and take up turnip ranching if and when the Queen docked back at Rannit.

I plunged into the crowd, looking for trouble.

Trouble, as always, wasn’t hard to find.

She’d not been a lovely woman. She’d had bug eyes and a weak chin and the kind of nose that evokes words such as “beak” or “proboscis” as descriptors. Her frown lines were deep and marked and spoke of a face set perpetually in a fierce, disapproving scowl.

Death had eased her scowl, at least. Now her bug eyes were wide open, as if in mild surprise.

Whoever stabbed her had done so with sufficient force to push a slender blade through her chest and through her heart and out her back. She died instantly, I guessed, since there was barely any blood from the single stab wound.

I found her sitting there-eyes open, head just beginning to slump-two tables from where Evis and the Regent and the Regent’s cat-eyed creature played roulette while a cheering crowd looked on.

I sat down beside her before she fell. I pulled her face close to mine and looked about.

The table was filled with empty glasses. The three other chairs were pushed back. I gathered the dead woman’s companions had found reasons to leave her alone. I hoped none would return before I came up with a way to get her body out of sight.

Finally, for lack of a better plan, I simply scooped her up, held her as though I was helping her walk, and headed for the nearest of the Queen’s opulent water closets.

She was light, all skin and bones. A minute ago she’d been alive. Scowling and bug-eyed, maybe, but alive. Someone had simply walked up to her and run her through, and I wondered if I could have saved her by being half a dozen steps closer or ten seconds faster.

I hit the door, which banged as it opened. Bright light washed over me, and I squinted as the attendant, a big man I recalled as Rainy Day, hurried to me.

“Sir,” he began. “This is the gentleman’s room. You can’t bring a lady in here.”

“Rainy, can you lock this door?”

“I said you can’t have a woman in here. This ain’t no place for that.”

I turned us so he could see her face. Even men who haven’t seen much death damned well know the look of it.

Rainy took in a quick breath. I remembered that Rainy seemed a bit slow. But he was catching on fast.

“Yes sir, I can lock it from the outside.”

“Lock it. Go find Evis. Tell him we’ve got another special problem. You got that? Say it for me.”

“I am to tell Mr. Prestley we have another special problem.”

“Good man. Get to it.”

He got, heeling and toeing it. I heard him lock the door and I laid the dead woman on the floor.

I was glad for the bright lights. I’d been right about the single stab wound. I hoped she’d died without suffering. She looked old and frail, there on the floor.

I closed her eyes. Noticed a trickle of blood dotting the right corner of her mouth.

When I pushed her lips and teeth apart, I saw that she had no tongue. It had been cut away. One clean slice. Done after she was stabbed. Almost no blood.

She had no pockets, of course. If she’d had a purse or a clutch, I’d foolishly left it behind.

Someone tried the restroom door handle.

I pulled my pistol.

“We’re full up in here,” I called. “Hit the next one.”

The handle stopped jiggling.

First eyes. Now a tongue. I reached the unsettling conclusion that someone-or something-was gathering the ingredients for a ritual, or a spell.

“I’m sorry you got caught up in this,” I said. She was losing color fast. “Sorry I didn’t stop it.”

I heard a key slide into the lock, heard Rainy speaking in excited tones just beyond the door. I didn’t holster my pistol.

The door opened and half a dozen Avalante soldiers piled in, two halfdead among them.

No Evis, though.

The two halfdead, oblivious to my drawn gun, joined me in kneeling around the body. I didn’t recognize either of them.

“Do you know her?” asked one.

“I don’t. She was stabbed. Her tongue was also removed.”

The other halfdead laid his palm upon her forehead and surprised me by saying a prayer.

“We have been instructed to remove the body via the dunways,” said the first when the prayer was done. “Mr. Prestley will see you shortly. Unless you can tell us who did this?”

I shook my head no. “The bastard is careful. I just saw her getting ready to fall. He was probably watching me the whole time, but no. I saw nothing.”

They nodded and took up the dead women as easily as I would heft a napkin.

“Report to Mr. Prestley,” said a halfdead to his living associates. “Double the security detail on the casino floor. Also the halls on the upper decks.”

“Yes, sir.”

And then they vanished, leaving me and Rainy alone.

A single spot of blood marred Rainy’s immaculate floor.

“It ain’t right,” he said as he fetched rags and a bucket. “Killin’ women like that.” He knelt and began to scrub. “But you’re Captain Markhat. You’re goin’ to catch the man what did this, ain’t you?”

“I hope so.”

“I hope so too.”

Rainy scrubbed. I walked, the dead woman’s eyes still clear in my mind.

Darla found me before I’d gone a dozen steps beyond the bathroom.

“Oh no.”

I took her hand and forced a grin. “Another murder. I’ve taken care of the body. Keep an eye out for Stitches.”

Darla forced her own smile for the benefit of anyone watching, and added a laugh as well. “Who, honey?”

“I don’t know. A woman. Let’s go watch the Regent.”

Darla nodded and took my arm as we ambled toward the Regent’s cheering retinue.

“Mama’s upstairs with Buttercup. I had to put her in our room.”

“Buttercup would wind up with us anyway.”

“You’re rattled, husband.” We elbowed our way through a tight-packed mob of men watching some complicated game of dice and spinning wheels marked with grinning skulls. “Bad, was it?”

“Took her tongue.”

Darla squeezed my arm and said nothing.

“Dammit, Stitches, where are you?”

We were close enough to the Regent’s card table to see Evis’s back and the top of the cat-woman’s hair. I was about to shove my way through to Evis when someone yanked at my sleeve.

“Boy.” Mama glared up at me. “I ain’t no fancy Dark House wand-waver, but I seen some things and heared some things and I come to tell you whether you wants to listen or not.” Mama saw Darla’s questioning glance and snorted. “I left the young ‘un with Gertriss. Might keep her out of harm’s way for a bit. Now. We needs to talk.”