"Please come in, Mr. Howard. Sit there in the red chair. I was having tea. Would you care for some?" "No, thank you." "Then one of these cookies. A friend of mine bakes them. They're very good." She held the plate in precisely the right spot. I took one and thanked her. She put the plate back on the table and sat facing me. She found her teacup and lifted it to her lips. "Now what student was it?" "Do you remember Timmy Warden?" "Of course I remember him! He was a charmer. I was told how he died. I was dreadfully sorry to hear it. A man came to see me six or seven months ago. He said he'd been in that prison camp with Timmy. I never could quite understand why he came to see me. His name was Fitzmartin and he asked all sorts of odd questions. I couldn't feel at ease with him. He didn't seem--quite right if you know what I mean. When you lose one sense you seem to become more aware of nuances." "I was in that camp too, Miss Major." "Oh, I'm so sorry. Probably Mr. Fitzmartin is a friend of yours." "No, he's not." "That's a relief. Now don't tell me you came here to ask odd questions too, Mr. Howard." "Fairly odd, I guess. In camp Timmy spoke about a girl named Cindy. I've been trying to track her down for--personal reasons. One of your other students, Cindy Kirschner, told me that you wrote a skit based on Cinderella for the eighth grade when you had Timmy in the class. Timmy wasn't--very well when he mentioned this Cindy. I'm wondering if he could have meant the girl who played the part in the play." "Whatever has happened to Cindy Kirschner, Mr. Howard? Such a shy, sweet child. And those dreadful teeth." "The teeth have been fixed. She's married to a man named Pat Rorick and she has a couple of kids." "That's good to hear. The other children used to be horrible to her. They can be little animals at times." "Do you remember who played the part of Cindy in the skit?" "Of course I remember. I remember because it was sort of an experiment. Her name was Antoinette Rasi. Wait a moment. I'll show you something." She went into the other room. She was gone nearly five minutes. She came back with a glossy photograph. "I had a friend help me sort these out after I learned Braille. I've marked them all so I know this is the right one. It's a graduation picture. I've kept the graduation pictures of all my classes, though what use I have for pictures, I'll never know." She handed it to me and said, "I believe Antoinette is in the back row toward the left. Look for a girl with a great mass of black hair and a pretty, rather sullen face. I don't imagine she was smiling." "I think I've found her."