with pain and horror. Its shredded gown, a white that had gone yellow like old paper, was blotched with rust- colored stains. The tatters covered little more than the breasts and pubic area. The exposed flesh, from neck to thighs, was punctured and striped with raw wounds. Bright crimson sheathed the body.
“The beast sprang over the back of the couch, taking Ethel by surprise while she was reading the
“Like I say, it’s all authentic. This is the very nightgown Ethel wore the night of the killing. Those brown spots are her actual blood.”
“Gross,” muttered the girl who’d stepped on Tyler’s foot.
Maggie ignored her. “When the beast finished with Ethel, it rampaged around the parlor. That bust of Caesar there on the mantel?” She indicated it with her cane. “See how the nose is off? That’s the work of the beast. It hurled that bust to the floor. It flung half a dozen porcelain figurines into the fireplace. It broke that chair. This beautiful rosewood table”—she tapped it with her cane—was thrown through this window. All the ruckus, of course, woke up everyone in the house. Lilly’s room was right up there.” She poked her cane toward the ceiling. “The beast must’ve heard her up and about. It went for the stairs.”
Maggie closed the curtains. She limped around the cordon, and led the group out of the parlor. Gorman stayed close to her. In a loud voice he said, “May I ask how you can be certain of the order of events? As you mentioned earlier, there were no witnesses.”
“Police reports and photos,” she explained, starting up the stairway. “Newspaper stories. It was pretty clear the way it all happened. The cops just followed the blood.”
“Had the beast been injured?”
She cast Gorman an amused glance. “Ethel’s blood,” she said. “It dripped off the beast all the way up here to Lilly’s room.” At the top of the stairs, she turned to the left.
Tyler, reaching the top, looked to the right. Red curtains surrounded an area in the center of the corridor near its far end, leaving only a narrow passageway on either side. Another exhibit. How many are there? she wondered. And how many could she stomach?
Abe gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, and they entered the bedroom of Lilly Thorn. Again, the group spread out facing a cordon and a wall of red curtains. Maggie, at the far end, tugged the pullcord. The curtains flew apart. A wax figure in a pink nightgown was sitting upright on the bed, a hand to its open mouth, frightened eyes gazing past the brass scrollwork at her feet.
“We’re right above the parlor, now,” Maggie said. “When all the commotion woke Lilly up, she dragged that dressing table over to the door for a barricade, and climbed out her window. She dropped to the roof of the bay window just a ways down, and jumped from there to the ground.”
Gorman made a disdainful snort.
Maggie glanced at him sharply. “Something wrong with you?”
“No, no.” He shook his head. “My mind just wandered there for…” His voice trailed off. “Please continue.”
“I’ve always found it curious,” she said, “that Lilly didn’t try to save her children.”
“Panic,” suggested a man beside the redhead.
“Maybe that’s it.” Maggie shut the curtains. The group followed her into the corridor. “When the beast couldn’t get into Lilly’s room, he went down the hall.”
They passed the top of the stairway. As they neared the curtained enclosure, the group formed a single file line. Tyler let go of Abe’s hand. He gestured her forward, and she walked ahead of him into the gap between the curtains and the wall. Her forearm brushed one of the folds. She flinched away from its touch, and felt goosebumps scurry up her skin. Then the corridor was clear, bright from a window at its end.
“The beast,” Maggie said, “found this door open.” She entered a room on the left. They followed her inside, and Tyler was careful not to stand behind the girl who’d stepped on her. “This is where the children slept, though I ‘spect they were awake when the beast came—maybe hiding under their covers, froze up with fear. Earl was ten, his brother Sam just eight.”
The curtains slid open.
The two wax bodies lay facedown between the brass beds. Their bloody nightshirts were ripped to shreds, and so was their skin. Tyler looked away. A rocking horse with faded paint rested beside a washstand. In one corner was an Indian tom-tom. A baseball bat was propped against the wall behind it. Suddenly, the boys seemed real to Tyler. She imagined them at play, laughing and chasing each other. She gnawed her lower lip and turned her gaze to the window. She heard Maggie’s voice, but didn’t listen. On the lawn below, she saw a weathered, lattice- work gazebo. Beyond it, the fence. Then the hillside, golden brown in the sunlight, with a few patches of green bush, clumps of rock here and there, a scattering of trees. It looked so peaceful. As she watched, a seagull swooped down, perched on the fence between a couple of the spikes, and pecked at something, apparently finding a snack. She wished she was outside, not trapped inside this mausoleum. Maybe Gorman felt the same way, for she saw that he, too, was staring out of the window.
Maggie finished, and they followed her into the corridor. This time, passing the curtained area, Tyler walked closer to the wall and kept her arms tight against her sides. As they approached the top of the stairs, Maggie said, “Sixteen nights we lived in this house before the beast came. My husband, Joseph, he couldn’t abide sleeping in one of the murder rooms, so we settled ourselves in the guest room. Our daughters, Cynthia and Diana, they weren’t so squeamish and took the boys’ room we just left.”
She led them through a doorway on the right, directly across the corridor from the entrance to Lilly’s room. A cordon was stretched from wall to wall, but the room beyond it was open. Except for one corner. There, a set of red curtains hung from a curved bar, enclosing a wedge of floor.
Maggie pointed her cane at a canopy bed. “On May seventh, 1931, Joseph and I were sleeping here. It was close to fifty years back, but I remember it all like it was last night. There’d been a good bit of rain that day, and it was still coming down when we retired. We had the windows open, and I laid there listening to the rainfall. The girls were tucked in down the hall and my baby, Theodore, was snug in the nursery. I fell asleep, feeling peaceful and safe.
“Long about midnight, there come a sound of breaking glass from downstairs. Joseph got up quiet out of bed, and tiptoed over here.” She limped to a bureau, pulled open a drawer, and lifted out a pistol. “He got this. It’s an army model Colt .45 automatic.”
“Neat,” said the kid in the cowboy suit.
“Joseph cocked it, and I can still hear the noise of it.” Cane clamped under one arm, she clutched the black hood of the weapon and jerked it back and forward with a metallic snick-snack.
“Hope that’s not loaded,” said the father of the girl.
“Couldn’t hurt if it was,” Maggie told him. “We plugged up the barrel with lead, this past year.” Aiming at the floor, she pulled the trigger. There was a clack. She returned the pistol to the drawer.
“Joseph took it with him,” she said, “and left me alone in the room. I waited till I heard him on the stairs, then I crept out to the hall. I had to get to my children, you see.”
Leaving the curtains untouched, she stepped around the cordon. The group followed her into the corridor. She stopped at the head of the stairway. “I was just here when I heard gunshots. Then come an awful scream from Joseph. I heard sounds of a scuffle, and I wanted to run, but I stood here frozen stiff, staring down through the darkness.”
She gazed down the stairs as if transfixed by the memory of it.
“Up the stairway come the beast,” she said in a low voice. “I couldn’t see too good, but his skin was white like a fish’s belly, so white it seemed to almost glow. He walked upright like a man, only hunched over some. I knew I had to run and get to the children, but I couldn’t stir a muscle. I could only just stare. Then he made a soft kind of laugh, and threw me to the floor. He tore at me with claws and teeth. I tried my best to fight him off but he was stronger than any ten men, and I was preparing to meet the Lord when Theodore started up crying way off in the
