“Look in my coat,” I said, my voice steady even though my left knee was twitching under my wool skirt.

“Search the nursery if you want.

You won’t find money or silver.”

The taller guard went to the wooden chair by the bathroom door and snatched up my gray travel bag.

He unzipped the main pocket, turned the bag upside down, and dumped my spare uniforms, a box of baby medicine, and a container of baby powder onto the floor.

He kicked the empty canvas bag under the bed.