The search for Madam Blutovsky was on. Agents of the Court for Religious Conformity, as well as a cadre of the Queen’s secret police, began in the slums of the capital. From there, they fanned out, knocking on doors, peering into windows, questioning merchants, but to no avail. In their defense, these officials had little to work with- no physical description or address. All they had was the hand-written note. From whence had it come?
“Well, we know that we’re not looking for a woman with a halo,” said the Chief of the Secret Police to the Chief Judge of the Court.
“How was the Queen supposed to contact this woman?” Asked the Judge.
In reply, all he got was a shrug.