Concordia, Sophia, and Capshaw were gathered in the parlor. It was a space decked out in the latest style to receive callers. Delicate cherry side-tables clustered about the seat groupings, ready for tea trays. Embroidered pillows flanked a divan, which looked to be newly-upholstered in a warm gold fabric of geometric patterns. Fragrant burgundy roses filled crystal vases scattered throughout the room. A large Japanese silk fan, perched atop the cottage piano, looked to be tickling the ear of the other policeman standing by the door. The man, obviously younger than Capshaw and his junior in rank, batted at it in annoyance.
“How is the child?” Capshaw asked.
“The doctor has given her a sedative,” Sophia explained, “but he wants someone beside her at all times. The housekeeper is with her
