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showed on her face. She wasn’t looking at the scenery, which she doubtless remembered well enough<br />
from her visit four years ago. She was straining only straight ahead, waiting for her first glimpse of<br />
the Winter Palace. She was also trembling, Emma noticed. Not just her hands but her whole body.<br />
Alix’s dress was pink, elaborate and overdone in Emma’s estimation, with a high collar composed of<br />
silk roses, so many and so large that she seemed lost in a mountain of organza petals. The hat was<br />
even worse, with the back ludicrously puffy and the brim so deep that her plump little face seemed to<br />
have receded within a hollow of silk. She had tried very hard to be glamorous and failed. It made<br />
Emma sad.<br />
The Queen’s affect was the opposite. Her Majesty opted to arrive wearing the same sort of<br />
black broadcloth mourning gown that she had worn for decades, and pointedly devoid of<br />
ornamentation. Victoria is sending a signal as well, Emma thought. She wants the Russians to know<br />
that for her this is all nothing more than another day of work.<br />
And then it was there, the Winter Palace. Enormous gates, grand swathes of iron fencing and<br />
behind it, a light blue building the size of which Emma had never beheld. They approached a dock<br />
and sailed past it.<br />
“Not this one,” the Queen said in terse explanation.<br />
They continued to sail. Another dock came and went.<br />
“Nor this,” the Queen said.<br />
“The palace has four separate docks along the river,” Alix whispered loudly to Emma, a<br />
statement which caused Davy’s jaw to literally drop open.<br />
It’s bigger than Buckingham, Emma thought. Bigger than Windsor and Sandringham and, as the<br />
third dock also slipped past them, she thought, Dear God. It is bigger than Buckingham and Windsor<br />
and Sandringham all together. It is the biggest structure I have ever seen, or ever will see. Bigger<br />
than any building in Britain. Perhaps the biggest in the world.<br />
The five members of the Tuesday Night Murder Games Club remained motionless and silent as<br />
they continued to sail and the Winter Palace continued to stretch. Davy was still openly gaping and<br />
Tom seemed on the verge of letting go a series of the sarcastic quips he always used to hide any<br />
unease. Rayley and Trevor were managing to maintain a sense of professional reserve, but Rayley<br />
had begun his nervous habit of blinking rapidly and, perhaps because she was standing close to him,<br />
Emma was aware that Trevor had stopped audibly breathing two docks back.