Neith requests a meeting with Oliver Smith. The Witness arranges one for the following day, though evidently Smith’s schedule is not to be shunted and shifted with the same freedom as Tub’s, even for a high-status internal inquiry. Neith sends a formal note of thanks to the perfumed gentleman in advance, then returns to her home to rest. The Witness is quite right: she is exhausted. Her head feels as if it weighs three times as much as it should. She drinks water, a lot of it, and takes her medicine, then sleeps.