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he is."
    "Your uncle? Why should I? I assume he's still angry. Perhaps a little surprised too."
    "You're right on both counts. Your unconsciousness was certainly unexpected. I'll go and talk to him again and tell him you've agreed to stay."
    I made to rise, but he waved me back. "No, don't get up. Rest. If you don't mind, I'll send Sylvia in. She's been desperate to see you, but I made her wait."
    "I'd like to see her too." I was startled to realize it was the truth. I didn't want to be alone. Sylvia's company would be a pleasant diversion.
    Jack left and his cousin breezed past him as soon as he opened the door. She must have been waiting outside.
    "Thank goodness you're all right!" She clasped my hands. "I was so worried about you when I realized you'd run away."
    "You didn't even know I was gone until Bollard brought me back."
    She glanced at the door and leaned closer to whisper. "Yes, well, I grew worried when I saw Bollard dragging you in and holding that shovel..." She shuddered and closed her eyes.
    "Does he often go into the woods with gardening implements?"
    "I don't think so. He rarely leaves Uncle's side. Uncle relies on him so much, not only to wheel him about, but he's also valet, laboratory assistant—"
    "Laboratory assistant!"
    "Oh yes. Uncle August may have sold his business interests, but he continues to dabble in this and that."
    "This and that? Care to elaborate?"
    "I would if I could, but I don't know what he does up there. Something pharmaceutical. It's all hocus pocus to me." She wiggled her fingers as if conjuring a rabbit from a hat.
    "He's a chemist, your uncle? Is that how he made his money?"
    "He's a microbiologist. He develops remedies, drugs, that sort of thing."
    "Remedies for which ailments?"
    "I forget now. Anyway, he and his partner sold a highly sought-after remedy to a large company for a lot of money. It allowed him to buy Frakingham. I was nine when we moved here."
    "All three of you?"
    She got up and walked to the window. "Both Jack's and my parents died when we were young. Uncle August took us in."
    "They were brothers?"
    "Who?"
    "Your father, Jack's father, and your uncle. Otherwise you wouldn't all share the same surname."
    "Yes. Of course they were brothers." She returned to looking out the window. I expected her to keep talking since she seemed to like the sound of her own voice, but she said nothing further.
    "Is Bollard a genuine mute?" I asked.
    She came back to sit on the bed beside me. "He's been that way for as long as I've known him."
    "So he was born that way?"
    She shrugged.
    "Let me guess. Don't ask him?"
    "Good lord, no!" She pressed a hand to her breast. "Please don't."
    "He couldn't answer me even if I did." We both giggled but quickly stopped because it seemed a little cruel, although I wasn't sure Bollard deserved our sympathies. "Don't worry," I said. "I won't try to learn his secrets." The rest of the secrets harbored within Frakingham's walls were fair game, and I planned to uncover them before I left at Christmas.
    Beginning with what Jack knew about his condition, and how he and Vi had come to be fire starters.
    Sylvia suddenly hugged me so hard that I had to put out a hand to steady myself. "I'm so relieved you've agreed to accept your situation and stay," she said, blinking back tears. "It'll bring some peace and quiet to the house at last."
    "Whatever do you mean?"
    "I suppose you couldn't hear them from in here, but Jack and Uncle August argued over what to do with you as soon as Jack returned. Uncle wanted to keep you imprisoned in this room, but Jack refused to train you if that happened. Their voices became so loud I could hear them from downstairs. Uncle was still terribly upset by the break in, you see, and then your attempted escape and now this. He was most shaken."
    "Jack didn't back down?"
    "Oh no. He was most, uh, vehement in his response. I think Uncle grew quite afraid of him after his own temper cooled, and just gave in."
    That surprised me,