During the seafood platter meal at a small friendly pub in Sneem, served by an elderly waiter who claimed during his discussion of the choices on the menu to be an Austrian prince, April, picking a piece of prawn shell from her teeth and remembering the tattered garden she had seen as they had walked from where they had parked the car thought idly that a great name for a pub like this at a time like this would be The Dying Zinnia, showed Johnny the gold key she had found at Blarney Castle. He studied the letters on the stem, then draining his pint of Smithwicks and leaning forward over the remnants of crab and cockles that lay between them, he said:

"Ilnacullin ...it’s a bit of a garden island ...just in Bantry Bay ... I’ll take you there tomorrow ... it’s only a half-stitch from home."

By home he meant, of course the Kenmare Bay Hotel where he was a bartender in the upstairs Peacock Bar and where April had a room off a corridor that looked almost too much like one at The Outlook ... this was creepy enough but especially so after she heard that Scott Peterson’s favorite movie was The Shining ... and then there was the large bar where the bicycle riders had met last night which reminded her of the Ballroom ... April shuddered and wondered about Ilnacullin. She was perfectly willing to go wherever Johnny suggested ... she was mildly curious what they might find out about the key and she enjoyed Johnny’s company ... though she did want to get back to Kenmare early enough to look at some more needlepoint lace.