'You seem to have it all reasoned out,' Virginia said. 'But why in heaven's name did you get involved with Hollister and his wife? They were both mad.'
'Their eccentricities are what made the entire plan possible,' Alcina said. 'It was a somewhat risky venture, to be sure, but the results made the effort worthwhile.'
Owen had been right, Virginia thought. Money had been the motivation for much of what had occurred. But she did not want to let Alcina and Welch know that Owen was closing in on the answers. She needed to buy time for Mrs. Crofton and herself.
'You were after the Hollister fortune?' she asked aloud.
Rage flashed in Alcina's eyes with the startling speed of a wildfire. 'The Hollister money belongs to Jasper and me. It will soon be ours. Lady Hollister inherited her husband's fortune, you see. But I persuaded her to leave it all to me in her own will. I had planned to get rid of her in due course, but she very graciously took care of the problem herself. Now that she is dead, I am the sole beneficiary.'
Suddenly it all fell into place, the disconcerting burst of fury, the talent, the obsession with the Hollister inheritance.
'You and your brother are Hollister's illegitimate offspring, aren't you?' Virginia said quietly.
Mrs. Crofton nodded with a knowing air. 'Ah, so that's the way it is.'
Alcina frowned. 'Very good, Miss Dean. Did you guess the truth because you and I share the stain of illegitimacy?'
'Well, that, and because you and your brother are obviously as mad as your father,' Virginia said.
The taunt proved to be a mistake. Fury flashed again in Alcina's eyes. She opened the nearest glass case, reached inside and took out a crystal pendant.
The pendant sparked. A senses-searing fire crackled in the room. Virginia had lowered her talent, but that did not save her from the shock of the pendant's energy. It was as if she had been struck by lightning. Instinctively she put up her free hand in a useless attempt to shield herself.
'No, Alcina,' Welch shouted. Alarmed, he rushed toward her. 'You must not destroy her senses. I need her and her talent.'
'Miss Dean,' Mrs. Crofton said urgently. 'Are you all right?'
The white-hot energy ceased abruptly.
'Don't talk to me like that,' Alcina shrieked. 'Don't ever say such a thing again or I will blind you permanently. Do you understand?'
Virginia blinked several times. 'I understand.'
Cautiously she heightened her senses. When she perceived the heat in the mirrored walls and the dazzling energy of the artifacts around her, she breathed a small sigh of relief. Her talent still functioned.
'You are right about one thing,' Alcina said, once again unnaturally calm. 'My father was quite mad, and so was his ridiculous wife.'
'How did you discover that Hollister was your father?' Virginia asked.
'The orphanage where Jasper and I were sent after our mother died burned down years ago. All of the records were destroyed in the fire. It wasn't until last year that I was finally able to locate a woman who had been close to our mother when they both worked as maids for Hollister's parents. Hollister got her pregnant when he was a young man. She was, of course, let go. She could not afford to feed her infant twins. She wound up in the workhouse, where she died of a fever.'
Mrs. Crofton stirred on the bench. 'An old and very sad story.'
'True,' Alcina said. 'But Jasper and I decided to give our tale a slightly different ending. First, however, we had to find a way to survive in the world. When we left the orphanage, we were sent out to work in a wealthy household. Jasper was a footman. I was a maid. But I was fortunate in my looks. At the age of sixteen I succeeded in catching the eye of an elderly, extremely wealthy gentleman who had become senile. He had no close family to protect him from me. It was no trick at all to persuade him to marry me.'
'Something tells me he did not last long after the wedding,' Virginia said.
'He expired a month later. A great tragedy but one that passed unnoticed in the social world because he had not gone into society for decades. I inherited his fortune and this house. Jasper came here to live with me. We copied the manners and accents of our betters, and now we pass easily among them when we wish, as you do, Miss Dean. Really, we have so much in common.'
Virginia waved a hand to indicate the contents of the mirrored gallery. 'This collection is yours, I assume?'
'Yes.' Alcina looked around with satisfaction. 'I have spent a great deal of time and money acquiring glass antiquities with a paranormal provenance. Jasper designed this chamber for me. We both inherited our father's talent, you see.'
Welch looked around the room with a sense of satisfaction. 'It was some years before I realized what was happening in this room.'
'Over time the accumulated energy of so many relics imbued with psychical power has saturated the mirrors,' Virginia said. 'That explains the fire in the glass.'
Curiosity leaped in Welch's eyes. 'You can sense the power trapped in the mirrors? Yes, I suppose that is only natural, given the strength of your talent. Very good, Miss Dean. You might be interested to know that the process works both ways. As the energy has built up in the mirrors, the currents have been reflected back into the artifacts, enhancing the forces infused into them. Those forces, in turn, are reflected back into the mirrors. The process has gone on for over a decade. The result is that this chamber has stored an astonishing amount of powerful energy.'
Virginia looked at Alcina. 'When you discovered the identity of your father you began to plot your vengeance. You found a way into the Hollister household as Lady Hollister's companion.'
Alcina gave her an approving look. 'It was not terribly difficult. None of Lady Hollister's companions lasted long. I bought an inexpensive, tailor-made dress, pretended to be a respectable woman who had fallen on hard times and knocked on the front door. I told the housekeeper that I had been sent by an agency. No one asked any questions. I was accepted as Lady Hollister's companion almost immediately.'
'Once inside the household, you began to take charge,' Mrs. Crofton said. 'You manipulated Lady Hollister, who was too mentally unbalanced to understand what was happening.'
Virginia looked at Mrs. Crofton in surprise.
'I found the Hollisters' housekeeper,' Mrs. Crofton explained. 'She answered my questions, but she must have slipped a drug into the tea she served me.'
'It was the same drug that we used on you, Miss Dean,' Alcina said. 'After Mrs. Crofton was unconscious, the housekeeper sent a note to me, informing me of what had happened. We had made a bargain, you see. I paid her a great deal of money to ensure that she would notify me if anyone came around asking questions. I sent Jasper to collect Mrs. Crofton.'
'Gaining control of Lady Hollister must have been a simple matter,' Virginia said. 'It did not require any talent to manage her, and through her, the entire household. But Hollister would have been another problem altogether.'
'My father was a rather dangerous man.' Alcina smiled. 'But when you discover a man's passion, you know what is required to control him.'
'How long did it take you to realize that he was raping and murdering young prostitutes in that mirrored chamber below the mansion?' Virginia asked.
'Not long at all. I realized almost at once that something very odd was going on, of course, but Hollister kept his secrets surprisingly well. It was not as if he went about practicing his hobby every Saturday night. He often went weeks, sometimes months, between kills. But eventually the fever would come upon him and he would go off into the night to find a suitable victim.'
'How did you learn the truth?' Virginia said.
'Jasper followed him one night,' Alcina said.
'When I realized what he was doing with the street girls, I began to conceive my grand experiment,' Welch said. 'I had already discovered Mrs. Bridewell and her clockwork curiosities, and I had developed my theory. I was anxious to perform some experiments with the devices.'
'You convinced your father to let you run those experiments on his victims,' Virginia whispered.
