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Authors: Victoria Thompson
Murder on Waverly Place (20 page)
“What is a profligate?” Serafina asked.
“A bum,” Malloy offered. Sarah was glad to note that he had gone from furious to resigned. “What about her other children?”
Serafina didn’t like this one bit. “One daughter is respectable and married, but the other . . .”
“The other is married as well,” Mrs. Decker supplied, “but she’s far from respectable. She married an older man, and she’s taken a series of lovers through the years. Her conduct has been so blatant that some families won’t even receive her anymore.”
“She wanted someone to tell her what to do for her children,” Serafina said. “So I asked the spirits to help her.”
“You said her husband wouldn’t give her money for the séances anymore,” Sarah reminded her.
“No, she said he cut off her allowance,” Serafina said.
“Oh, dear,” Mrs. Decker said. “He must have been very angry with her to do that.”
“I was trying to help her,” Serafina said, looking at each of them in turn to judge their reaction. “But Mrs. Gittings kept asking her for more money. She did not care how Mrs. Burke got the money, and she said I should not care either. She said Mrs. Burke is rich, and I should not feel sorry for rich people.”
“Who told her to sell her jewelry?” Malloy asked.
Serafina bit her lip. “Mrs. Gittings did at first. I never talked to anyone about money, but . . .”
“But what?” Sarah coaxed.
“But Mrs. Gittings said the spirits must tell her to sell something. I had to do what she said, even though I knew it was wrong,” she added desperately.
“Of course you did, dear,” Mrs. Decker said, patting the girl’s hand.
“Did Mrs. Burke ever threaten Mrs. Gittings?” Malloy asked, ever the policeman.
“You mean threaten to hurt her?” Serafina asked uncertainly.
“Any kind of threat,” Malloy replied.
“I did not hear it if she did. Mrs. Gittings would talk to the clients alone when she . . . when she wanted to get them to pay more. She did not want them to think I cared about the money.”
“When I was at the séance,” Sarah said, “the spirits told Mrs. Burke to sell something her mother had given her. A brooch of some kind, I think. Did she sell it?”
“I do not know,” Serafina claimed. “She returned yesterday, but I think . . .” She seemed to catch herself.
“What do you think?” Sarah prodded.
“She was still asking her mother if she should sell it, so I think she did not, at least not yet.”
“How was she paying for the séances, then?” Malloy asked.
Serafina stole a guilty glance at Mrs. Decker, then looked down to where her hands were clenched on the tabletop.
“What is it, Serafina?” Sarah prodded. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us the whole story.”
Serafina swallowed. “Mrs. Gittings told Mrs. Burke that she could come back if she brought someone new.”
“Had she brought other people there before?” Sarah asked.
“No, but . . . but Mrs. Gittings said she would charge the new person twice the fee so Mrs. Burke did not have to pay.”
Mrs. Decker gasped in outrage. “I can’t believe Kathy would do something like that!”
“She was desperate, Mrs. Decker,” Serafina said, defending her. “You do not know . . .”
“Well, I’ll certainly have something to say to her about it,” Mrs. Decker said.
“Do you think she was desperate enough to kill Mrs. Gittings?” Sarah asked.
“She was very angry,” Serafina said. “And frightened. And she asked me . . .”
“What did she ask you?” Malloy prodded.
“She asked me if I knew Mrs. Gittings was demanding so much money from her.”
“What did you tell her?” Sarah asked.
Serafina bit her lip, as if she were carefully considering her reply. “Mrs. Gittings always said I should never talk about money with the clients, so I told her if not for Mrs. Gittings, I would not even charge her.”
“Oh, my,” Sarah said softly.
Serafina realized everyone was staring at her. “What is wrong?” she asked in alarm.
“You gave Mrs. Burke a very good reason to get rid of Mrs. Gittings,” Malloy said grimly.
The girl looked horrified.
“I don’t care what reasons she had or how desperate she was, I just can’t imagine Kathy Burke stabbing anyone like that,” Mrs. Decker said, defending her old friend.
Sarah knew better than to offer an opinion. Even her limited experience with investigating murders told her that often the most unlikely suspect was the guilty one. “What about Mr. Sharpe?” she asked, remembering that he was sitting on the other side of Mrs. Gittings and would have had an even better opportunity to stick the knife into her back.
“He is a very proud man,” Serafina said. “He is used to having people do what he wants.”
“What did he want you to do?” Sarah asked.
“Not what you think,” the girl hastened to explain.
“I wasn’t thinking anything,” Sarah lied.
“He has visited many spiritualists,” Serafina said. “He never believed in any of them until he came to me.”
“How did you convince him when the others didn’t?” Malloy asked.
“I do not know,” Serafina said, “but many of them are fakes and not even good fakes at that.”
Sarah gave Malloy a warning glance. She knew he agreed with her that
all
spiritualists were fakes. She didn’t want to offend Serafina just when she was starting to give them useful information, though.
all
spiritualists were fakes. She didn’t want to offend Serafina just when she was starting to give them useful information, though.
“How long had he been coming to see you?” Mrs. Decker asked.
“About two months,” she said. “He wanted to contact his wife. He loved her very much, and he was lonely without her.”
“When I was there, he asked his wife about a decision he was making,” Sarah reminded all of them. “Do you know what he was trying to decide?”
“No, I told you before. When Yellow Feather is there, I do not know what is happening. But Mr. Sharpe always consulted his wife before he made a decision. That is why he was so glad when I was able to help him contact her. None of the others could do that.”
Sarah suddenly realized something important. “If Sharpe had been to a lot of séances, he might know the trick about holding hands,” she told Malloy.
“What trick about holding hands?” Mrs. Decker asked.
Sarah demonstrated it for her.
“Good heavens,” she exclaimed. “How clever.”
“And Sharpe was sitting right next to Mrs. Gittings,” Sarah reminded them. “So he really believed you’d contacted his dead wife?”
“Oh, yes, he was very pleased. He said it was not right that I had to sell my talents, though. He thought I should be free to help anyone who came to me.”
“And he offered to set you up in a house of your own,” Sarah recalled.
“What did he want in return?” Malloy asked suspiciously.
“Nothing,” Serafina assured him. “Except . . .”
Malloy brightened, expecting the worst. “Except what?”
“He wanted me to . . . to test my powers,” she admitted reluctantly.
“What does that mean?” Sarah asked.
“I am not sure, but Mrs. Gittings would never allow it.”
“There are people who make it their business to show up people who are frauds,” Malloy said. “They go to a séance and expose the tricks.”
“No, that is not what he wanted to do,” Serafina explained quickly. “He wanted to bring in some people who would ask me questions to prove my powers are real.”
“Or that they weren’t,” Malloy offered.
“My powers are real!” Serafina insisted. “Mr. Sharpe said that when they proved me, I would be famous. I was willing, but Mrs. Gittings refused.”
“Why not?” Malloy asked, not bothering to hide his skep ticism. “If you could prove you were real, a lot more people would pay to see you. Wouldn’t Mrs. Gittings like that?”
Serafina turned the full force of her disdain on him. “If I got famous, I could leave her. She knew Mr. Sharpe had already made me an offer. Others would, too.”
Unless they proved she had no powers at all, Sarah thought, which was more likely what Mrs. Gittings feared.
“Did Sharpe ask you to leave Mrs. Gittings?” Malloy asked.
“Not at first,” Serafina said. “He did not know she was my manager, so he offered to be my sponsor. He said he would pay for everything so I would not have to take money for my readings anymore. I did not know what to say, so I told him I could not accept. He would not stop asking, though, so Mrs. Gittings had to tell him the truth.”
“Were you there when she did?” Sarah asked.
“No, but Mr. Sharpe was not pleased. As I said, he is used to getting what he wants, and Mrs. Gittings was not kind to him. I think she was very happy to tell him about her power over me.”
“Did he give up then?” Malloy asked.
Serafina’s lovely face hardened. “No, he did not. He tried to convince me to leave Mrs. Gittings. I told him I could not, but I could not tell him why, not the real reason, so he would not stop asking me.”
“What was the real reason?” Mrs. Decker asked.
Serafina smiled sadly. “I am sure Mr. Sharpe would not allow Nicola to live with me in the house he was paying for.”
“He must have wondered what kind of a hold Mrs. Gittings had over you,” Sarah mused. “And why it was so strong.”
“And maybe he thought if Mrs. Gittings was dead, she’d be free of it,” Malloy added.
“I never thought of that,” Serafina marveled.
“Mr. Sharpe seemed like such a gentleman,” Mrs. Decker observed. “I just can’t see him . . . Well, I must admit I can’t imagine
anyone
wanting to stick a knife into a woman in the hope of killing her.”
anyone
wanting to stick a knife into a woman in the hope of killing her.”
Serafina’s fine eyes glowed with suppressed fury. “That is because you did not know her.”
Sarah saw Malloy looking at Serafina in a completely new way.
“Did you want to kill her?” he asked casually.
“Yes, I did,” she admitted guilelessly, “but I was too afraid.” She lifted a hand to her throat. “I do not want to hang.”
“Murderers don’t hang anymore,” Malloy said mildly. “They go to the electric chair.”
All three women gasped. Sarah could have cheerfully smacked him, but he didn’t seem concerned. He was too busy studying Serafina’s reaction.
The blood seemed to have drained from her face. “What does this electric chair do?” she asked in a whisper.
“It kills,” Sarah snapped, silently warning Malloy not to offer any details. “It’s supposed to be more humane than hanging.”
“What does that mean?” Serafina asked in alarm.
Sarah searched for a word. “It’s kinder,” she tried, although she knew she was misleading the poor girl. She had no illusions that the electric chair was any kinder a way to die than hanging.
“But you’re still dead,” Malloy said.
“Which is why,” Mrs. Decker said, jumping in with a reproving glare for Malloy, “you need to tell us everything you can to help us find the real killer, my dear.”
“Yes,” Sarah said quickly. “Who’s left?”
“Mr. Cunningham,” Mrs. Decker said when Serafina seemed still too stunned to respond.
“He was sitting too far away from Mrs. Gittings,” Mrs. Decker said. “He was between me and Serafina, completely on the other side of the table.”
“Did he ever let go of your hand?” Malloy asked her.
“Actually, I was holding his wrist and no, I didn’t . . . Oh, wait.”
“What is it, Mother?” Sarah asked when her mother hesitated.
“I just remembered, he did . . . or rather I did, let go, I mean. When Madame Serafina got up to turn out the light. He started coughing. He said excuse me or something, and he withdrew his hand so he could get out a handkerchief.”
“Oh, yes, I remember,” Serafina said. “He coughed into it.”
“Yes, and he was still coughing when you closed the door and the room went dark. I heard you sit down, and he was still coughing, but then he stopped, and he must have put his handkerchief away, and I felt his wrist brush my hand and I took hold of it.”
“Did you have one of your hands free that day?” Malloy asked Serafina.
“No, not that day. I . . . I was supposed to, but I knew I would be leaving that night, so I was not afraid of what Mrs. Gittings would say if everything did not go the way she wanted.”
“But you said Mr. Cunningham knew the trick of how to keep one hand free,” Sarah remembered.
“Yes, he did.”
“What good would that do him, though?” Mrs. Decker asked. “Even if he had one hand free, he would have had to reach around me and Mr. Sharpe both to stab Mrs. Gittings. He couldn’t possibly have done that.”
“So each of you had hold of his hands—or at least of one of them—when Mrs. Gittings was killed,” Malloy asked Serafina and Mrs. Decker.
“Yes,” they both agreed.
“And since he couldn’t have reached her from where he was sitting, and he couldn’t have gotten up without one of them knowing it, he couldn’t have killed her,” Sarah determined.
“Did he have any reason to want to?” Malloy asked Serafina. “You claimed yesterday that they all did, so what was his reason?”
“He . . . he wanted me to . . .” Serafina could not make herself say the words.
“He’s in love with her,” Mrs. Decker said for her. “Couldn’t you see it yesterday?”
“Yes, I could,” Malloy confirmed. “Did he want to marry you, Serafina?”
“No, of course not,” she snapped angrily. “He could not marry a girl like me. He wanted me for his mistress.”
“Did he actually make you that offer?” Mrs. Decker asked in outrage.
“No, but . . . Mrs. Gittings told me. She said he offered her money to let me go, but it was not enough,” she added bitterly.
“Who was it he was trying to contact?” Malloy asked, as if he couldn’t remember, although Sarah was sure he did.
“His father. He did not know what to do without his father.”
“And what did his father tell him to do?” Malloy asked.
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