Tang Fan is stuck on a scene for one of his spring books. He enlists Sui Zhou to help him with some of the logistics.

Is it him that courts such misfortune, Qingming wonders, neither for the first nor the last time in his long baned life, or is he the misfortune courted?

Merridew is Merridew once more. Ralph is something else.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

Hickey and Crozier are soulmates, and it's the worst thing ever.

Sui Zhou's WeChat starts firing off around midday, which does at least immediately pare down the pool of potential suspects.

Violet starts to see India the way India sees, and everything else falls out of focus.

Before Antony is dispatched to Rome, he and Caesar have some business to settle.

In the wake of Qingming’s revelation, the night bleeds out into a sombre quiet.

He wonders, for all the seconds it takes for Tang Fan to start to move, if he’s fallen asleep again. He’s not convinced it is at all possible for him to have a dream as odd as this, as ominous, as wonderful. The Tang Fan that is trying to kick his bare feet beneath the lifted linens while all the heat Sui Zhou’s body has pressed into them escapes is too wholly fleshed out to be one of Sui Zhou’s fantasies.

Ned and Hal meet again after a battle, in another London street.