e bookcase off the girl. She groaned, but didn’t move.
They propped the empty bookcase between a flowery armchair and the wall, then started lifting books and sheet music off the girl.
The bookcase had been filled with printed music, but metronomes and music stands had also been piled onto its deep middle shelves.
After Helen and Yann had shifted the loose paper, they realized that a metal joint from a music stand had stabbed the girl in the upper arm.
“Yann, should I call a doctor, or does your friend distrust humans as much as you do?” Helen asked gently.
Yann grimaced. “If you could heal her, we would be grateful.”
Helen sighed and climbed back up to the door nearest the top of the stairs. She put her bedroom light on then opened her wardrobe. She’d wedged her violin case on the highest shelf and behind it she’d hidden an old green rucksack. She didn’t know why she’d brought the rucksack to Dorry Shee, but now s