Murder on Waverly Place (33 page)

“I didn’t think the Professor recognized me, or I wouldn’t have taken a chance.”

“He kept looking at you,” Malloy recalled. “But he said he was sure you were somebody’s maid, so I thought he just didn’t approve of you being there. If I’d suspected the truth, I never would’ve let you go in that room.”

Maeve smiled sweetly. “I know.”

“How did that boy Nicola get in the cabinet?” Mrs. Ellsworth asked. “After he escaped, I thought we’d never see him again.”

“That’s something Serafina didn’t explain,” Sarah said, “but I have a feeling he’d been watching the house, and he would have known she was back.”

“While we were waiting for everybody to get there, she disappeared for a few minutes, into the kitchen,” Malloy said. “She told me she was going to unlock the back door for us.”

“She must have contacted Nicola then,” Sarah guessed. “And he could have sneaked into the cabinet then, too.”

“I noticed she looked a little . . . excited,” he said, choosing his word carefully, “when she came back. I thought it was just because of the séance, but if she saw Nicola, that would explain it.”

“It would have to, since he wasn’t really a ghost,” Sarah said with a grin.

“And speaking of ghosts, I’m so sorry about your grandfather, dear,” Mrs. Ellsworth said to Maeve. “But how interesting that the spirits knew the Professor had killed him.”

“I don’t think the spirits did know that,” Maeve said.

“But I thought you said—”

“No, I never told anyone that until after the séance was over,” Maeve reminded them all. “All that the spirits knew was that my grandfather had played the Old Gentleman in the Green Goods Game and that he’d been murdered.”

“Just what you’d told me,” Sarah recalled.

“And Serafina,” Malloy guessed.

“No, Serafina had already gone to bed that night,” Sarah said. “It was just Maeve and me.”

“So it really was the spirits,” Mrs. Ellsworth said in wonder.

“I don’t think so,” Maeve said with a grin. “I should have remembered, because I’ve done it enough times myself.” She pointed toward the ceiling, and they all looked up to see the grating that allowed the heat from the kitchen to pass into the bedroom upstairs. And which also allowed conversations to be overheard.

“So she was listening to your conversation,” Mrs. Ellsworth said, disappointed. “I was so hoping it was really the spirits.”

“Serafina will never admit it, but I think we can explain just about everything that happened,” Sarah said with some satisfaction.

“We know the music and the baby crying were records Nicola played on the gramophone,” Malloy said, starting to tick them off on his fingers.

“I’ve been thinking about the way we all smelled roses that first time,” Sarah said. “I think Mrs. Gittings may have had some cologne that she sprinkled on the table. She could have done that if she had one hand free.”

“But she did know about your sister,” Mrs. Ellsworth reminded Sarah.

“I thought so then, but Maeve pointed out that practically every family has had a baby die at one time or another. When the baby cried, my mother was the one who said it must be Maggie’s baby.”

“But didn’t Serafina know the first time she saw Mrs. Decker that she’d lost a daughter?” Mrs. Ellsworth reminded her.

“Mrs. Burke probably told her that,” Maeve said. “I’d guess Mrs. Gittings was trying to get her to think of friends who had a loved one they’d want to contact, and she remembered Mrs. Decker had a daughter who died young.”

“So you see, we can explain all of Serafina’s powers,” Sarah said.

Mrs. Ellsworth smiled mysteriously. “Perhaps not all of them, dear. Remember Serafina told me where I would find my late husband’s watch?”

“That’s right,” Maeve remembered. “Didn’t she say it would be something with the letter B?”

“Yes, she did,” Mrs. Ellsworth reported. “And that’s just where I found it, hidden in the fireplace.”

“Fireplace doesn’t start with a B,” Sarah pointed out skeptically.

“No, it doesn’t,” Mrs. Ellsworth agreed with some satisfaction of her own, “but it was behind a loose
brick
, just where my husband had left it.”

Author’s Note

I
HAD A WONDERFUL TIME RESEARCHING SÉANCES FOR this book. I found lots of interesting information about how to do “cold readings,” which means how to make people think you know things about them when you really don’t. What I learned is that most people are eager to help a self-professed psychic and will try to find meaning in anything that is said, no matter how vague or meaningless. This is called “subjective validation,” which is the process of validating words, initials, statements, or signs as accurate because one is able to find them personally meaningful and significant. If you go back and read Serafina’s “readings,” you will find that the subjects were the ones who found meaning in them and that she gave them few, if any, real facts. I’m afraid I’m even more of a skeptic since researching the subject than I was before, but I do still enjoy getting my Tarot cards read.

When I got to the end of the story, I realized I needed to give Maeve a way of lighting up the dark room. I thought immediately of a flashlight, so I looked up when they were invented. Sure enough, the first ones were developed in 1896, the year before this book takes place. The lights performed poorly, so they were not successful, but the inventor gave some to the police department. Even though the flash of light didn’t last very long, the police on the night shift found them very useful and gave the new invention favorable testimonials. Inventors improved the batteries that powered the lights so they no longer flash as they did in the early days, but the name seems to have stuck just the same.

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