After returning brownie to his humble stable and the cabbie's jacket and derby to their proper owner -- thanking the man effusively and sincerely -- I restored myself as best I could to my former dotted-swissness, complete with hat and wig. Pocketing my ring (not that it mattered if I lost it; I had several spare wedding bands on hand), I made my way back to my lodging for a wash and a change of clothing, feeling myself much sullied by paw-prints of dog and odour of horse.

Also, I needed dinner before I could act on my plan to find the Duquessa, and --

And the first thing I encountered upon unbuttoning my much-abused dress was a mass of paper cut and pasted into strips.

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