Aramis shakes his head, and the fact that he can scarcely understand Jim's methods half the time only makes him more agitated. "Our phones did not work there," he says, "Why would these trackers? It did not even seem as if we were in the same place as Darrow, like the world itself had opened up to let us in, one at a time."

He rubs his cheek against Porthos' palm. "I suppose," he concedes, "For the basement, it would have helped."