"Yes, dearest," I replied. "I got them from Frog last week." Emily made a face. Frog is a truly odious black-market dealer of anything he can get. Nonetheless, he is one of my few sources of the printed word. Setting Tansy gently on the floor, Emily pulled down T he Moonstone by Wilkie Collins. I smiled. "You can spot a mystery a mile away, Em," She smiled and nodded, already immersing herself in the text.