Now she begins to see it all, as a detective should when gifted by a narrating universe with one last fatal nudge. How could Hunter know the form of Smith’s extinction in advance? Grant that she might instruct her cohort to perform it just so—but Lönnrot is no pushover. There’s a will behind that mad white face. And what if Smith did not perfectly pronounce his lines, and the words did not match? And yet, they do.