The suspense hums in his ears ("In silent mourning we bid farewell to" - so far he has recovered a book with an address, his mother and his feelings - "Frieda Marshall, Professor at the Magical University of" - the address, damn it, how did the book get from the asylum to this alley?). He comes across a Marshall, Helga, staring at the index card with knitted brows. Born in 1762. He'd be surprised if she was still alive.