A few levels underneath the room where they had battled with Mikolas, they tracked down an enormous abandoned chamber with whitewashed dividers and mortar heavenly messengers that moved from the embellishment toward the sides of the roof, their grave, scrutinizing faces appearing to ensure the sacredness of the space they ignored; it was outfitted with two overstuffed seats, a bureau, and the disaster area of a midnight bed, one of its legs broken, its rose shade half-fell, that was adequately large and adequately bleak in the plan—the frieze on the headboard portrayed a horde of tortured countenances—to fill in as a burial service barge. Two lamps swung from the roof; when lit, they ignited with pale consistent fire. They wedged the dresser underneath the bed, succeeding along these lines in setting the bedding on a pretty much balanced, and whenever this was done, Beheim peeled off his grisly shirt, loosened up, and shut his eyes. Alexandra, be that as it may, went walking around the room, and following five minutes or somewhere in the vicinity had passed and she kept on pacing, Beheim set himself up on an elbow and asked what was upsetting her. “I’m not upset,” she said. “Slightly anxious. I’m generally somewhat apprehensive.” “Are you stressed that the de Czeges will come after us this evening?” “No.” She inclined toward the divider, hands behind her back. “They’ll brood and plot and endeavor to devise some brilliant snare, yet eventually, on the off chance that they do anything, which isn’t a sureness, they’ll blow their top and charge. That is their direction. They’re unequipped for unobtrusive moves.” “Which makes them astounding suspects.” “In the question of the Golden?” She shook her head. “I don’t trust it. Not that they wouldn’t be fit for the savagery. Be that as it may, this specific homicide doesn’t appear to be the kind of shock they would submit. It would take some arranging in any event. Furthermore, as I said, they will, in general, follow up spontaneously.” Beheim inspected the sheet underneath him; it bore a sensitive raised example, white on white, of thistles and roses.”I’ve been thinking,” he said. “I’m not gaining any headway like this. I will do as you recommended. The container cap is the one significant piece of proof I have. You were correct. I truly don’t have a decision.” “I thought you’d see that.” Her voice was stifled. “Will you go with me to Felipe’s condos?” “I can’t,” she said. “I can’t change it. On the off chance that Felipe got me there, on the off chance that he found I was plotting against him, it would demolish everything. You’ll require somebody to keep watch, however. Your worker, Giselle. Take her.” Here we are, he thought, here’s the part you need to focus light on. Here’s the essential talk whereupon every one of your choices concerning her should be based. “What precisely would it ruin?” he inquired. A peevish demeanor came transitorily to her face. “All that I need.” “Force.” A wavering. “Indeed, power.” “Yet there’s additional.” She gestured. “You’re not going to advise me, are you?” “It’s not all that much. Simply a few things I need.” “How would you realize you’ll get them? Are you sure I’ll discover proof ensnaring Felipe?” “How is it possible that I would be sure?” Anger made her voice abrasive, hardened her shoulders as she paced across the room and remained by the contrary divider. With her back to the whitewashed surface, the red colors in her hair and the blue of her silk nightdress and the striking tinge of her eyes were upgraded; maybe she was a goddess arising out of an element of whiteness, from a featureless white sky. “You’re just trusting that Felipe’s included, then, at that point?” Beheim said. Another gesture. Beheim sat upright, his back against the frieze of countenances. “These things that you need, could one of them be the Lady Dolores?” Hectic spots of red consumed her cheeks. “No!” “It’s said you two have gotten close.” “Close!” She spat out a giggle. “That is not the term I’d pick.” “Which term would you pick?” Her flushed cheeks blushed further, and he thought she planned to yell at him; however, she said nothing.”My questions appear to be disturbing you.” “It disturbs me that you’re dealing with me like a suspect.” “By what other method would it be advisable for me to treat you? You will not chip in anything.” She seemed, by all accounts, to be giving this inquiry more consideration than she had the others. After a significant delay, she crossed to the bed, sat on the edge, and followed her fingers across the sheet. “Felipe requested that I help him discover what Dolores needed from him,” she said. “He was dubious of her. He had been since the time they became darlings.” “For what reason would he request your assistance? Both of you have been stops for quite a while, haven’t you?” She shook back a twist from her cheek and looked dependent upon one of the mortar holy messengers, as though getting guidance. Beheim’s eyes went to her effortless neck, the blue vein that figured it, scarcely noticeable underneath the white skin, disappearing in the empty of her throat. “I couldn’t say whether I might at any point clarify how it is among us,” she said.