Harpo found Blima in the room of windows. He stood in the doorway, caught her eye and c****d his head, and out she came, running. He felt a surge of something like affection, only more so. He needed a sidekick. Maybe he’d take the tramp’s. Maybe Blima would be great in the pictures. He took Blima’s hand and led her out the door. “There’s a place I want to show you,” he said as they walked down the stairs. “Also, I need to know everything you remember from Russia. I’m trying to solve a mystery. I need your help.”
“My bed was metal,” she said. “We had a maid who snored like a train engine. And I had a toy house that had furniture made of metal, but it was too big, so I wasn’t allowed to bring it.”
“What about leaving Russia?”
“I had a brown coat. It smelled like mothballs. That’s because
