over a collection of cameos and sealstones, while Louise was in the Upper Floor with Mary Delany’s exquisite florilegium, a collection of pictures of plants made of cut paper I was in the Saloon, where the Natural History collection ranged over several rooms—mostly displays of rocks and minerals, but now with four rooms of fossils that had recently been rearranged and added to There were a fair number of specimens from the Lyme area, including a few more fish that I had donated Mary’s first ichthyosaurus was also there, displayed in a long glass case of its own, thankfully without waistcoat or monocle, though there were still traces of plaster of Paris here and there on the specimen, the tail was still straight, and Lord Henley’s name was still attached I had already visited it several times, and written to the Annings to describe its new position It was quiet in the room, with just one other party of visitors wandering amongst the cases I was studying the skull identified by Cuvier as a mammoth when I heard a familiar voice ringing out across the room “Dear lady, once you have seen this ichthyosaurus you will understand just how superior my own specimen is.” I closed my eyes for a moment to still my heart Colonel Birch had entered by the far door, dressed as usual in his outdated red soldier’s coat, while a lady a bit older than I held his arm and walked alongside From her sombre dress it seemed she was a widow She wore a fixed, pleasant expression, and was one of those rare people who lead with no feature whatsoever I froze as the two went over to Mary’s ichthyosaurus Though close to them, my back was turned, and Colonel Birch did not notice me I heard all of their conversation—or rather, all that Colonel Birch said, for his companion added little except to agree with him “Do you see what a jumble of bones this is compared to mine?” he declared “How the vertebrae and ribs have been squeezed into a mass? And how incomplete it is? Look, you see the discoloured plaster of Paris, in the ribs there, and along the spine? That is where Mr Bullock filled it in Mine, however, needs no filling in It may be smaller than this one, but I found it intact, not a bone out of place.” “How fascinating,” the widow murmured “And to think they thought this was a crocodile I never did, of course I always knew it was something different, and that I must find one myself.” “Of course you did.” “These ichthyosauri are some of the most important scientific finds ever.” “Are they?” “As far as we know, no ichthyosaurus exists now, and has not done for