Miss Cartwright said she knew, but she was also still standing here, not ending their conversation. It could hardly be the most conspicuous thing going on in a ballroom full of dead people, but Noble didn't want to take their chances.

He didn't have the chance to try and extricate himself before Henrietta started talking again. Noble frowned, remembering the shape of Mrs. Cartwright's head. She had been a rather fashionable woman, before they killed her. It had to be frustrating.

"I wonder if the Spirit Division could help her with that," Noble said, "I'm sure she's not the first ghost to want to change their wardrobe. Has she talked to them at all?"

He definitely shouldn't be talking to Miss Cartwright about Mrs. Cartwright, but — he felt bad. For the ghost, and for her daughter.

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