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@@@@@Wireman!" It was Annmarie Whistler Wireman, are you there?" "I'm here," Wireman saidWireman?" She sounded agitatedThen, as if to herself: "Jesus, where are you?" "The fucking button," he muttered, and went to the wall unit, not quite runningWhat's wrong? What's happened? Did she fall?" "No!" Annmarie cried"She's awake! Awake and aware! She's asking for you! Can you come?" 669 "Right away," he said, and turned to me, grinning "Do you hear that, Edgar? Come on!" He paused "What are you looking at?" "These," I said, and held out the two pictures of Eastlake in his bathing dress: the one where he was surrounded by all his daughters, and the one taken two years later, where he was flanked by just Maria and Hannah "Never mind em now - didn't you hear her? Miss Eastlake is back!" He booked for the doorI dropped his folder on the library table and followed himI had made the connection - but only because I'd spent the last few months cultivating the art of seeingCultivating it strenuouslyHe'd gone the length of the dogtrot and was halfway up the staircaseI was limping as fast as I could and he was still pulling awayHe waited for me, not very patiently "Who told him the debris field was there?" "Eastlake? I assume he stumbled on it while pursuing his diving hobby "I don't think so - he hadn't been in that bathing suit for a long timeDiving and snorkeling may have been his hobby in the early twenties, but I 670 think that around 1925, eating dinner became his chief diversionSo who told him?" Annmarie came out of a door near the end of the hallThere was a goofy, unbelieving grin on her face that made her look half her forty years "Is she-" "She is," came Elizabeth's cracked but unmistakable voice"Come in here, Wireman, and let me see your face while I still know it ix I lingered in the hall with Annmarie, not sure what to do, looking at the knickknacks and the big old Frederic Remington at the far end - Indians on poniesThen Wireman called for meHis voice was impatient and rough with tears