Murder On Mulberry Bend

so she had to keep Mrs. Wells talking until she thought of something. “Why?” she asked, her voice hoarse with terror. “Why did you do it?”

“I had to save them,” she said, as if that made perfect sense. “Before the devil got them again.” Aggie was whimpering softly, but thank heaven, she wasn’t struggling.

“Were there others, before Emilia?” Sarah asked in an effort to distract her.

“Oh, yes. Once I realized how many of them would weaken and fall away, I knew I had to do something to save them.”

Sarah’s heart was pounding, and she felt the gorge rising in her throat, but she swallowed it down. “Please, let Aggie go.”

Mrs. Wells considered the request. “All right,” she said, and for a second Sarah’s heart leaped with hope. “But you must stay.”

“My life for hers, is that it?” Sarah asked unsteadily.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Brandt, but I can’t allow you to interfere. My work is too important. Those girls will go to hell unless I save them. I can’t let anything stop me.”

The woman wasn’t thinking clearly at all, Sarah realized. She was bound to come under suspicion. But Sarah didn’t think there was any chance of reasoning with her. She could never recall being so frightened. She could barely breathe, but she had to be strong for Aggie. The child kept trying to turn her little head to look at Sarah, but Mrs. Wells held her too tightly, the hat pin poised to strike if Sarah made a false move.

“It will be over quickly,” Mrs. Wells promised. “You won’t suffer.”

Drawing a deep breath, Sarah somehow managed to keep her voice steady. “All right, Mrs. Wells. But you must let Aggie go.”

“Not until… it’s over,” she said quite firmly. “I’m afraid I don’t trust you to keep your part of the bargain if I release her. And she’ll never be able to tell what happened, so it doesn’t matter if she knows or not.”

Sarah thought she heard something outside, but she was afraid to call for help. Mrs. Wells might panic and stab Aggie. She’d have to rely on her own wits and strength to save them both. She took a step toward the madwoman, and then another. Aggie was sobbing now. Another step, measuring, trying to decide how she could grab the hand that held the pin before -

“Sarah!”

The church doors slammed open, and Sarah instinctively looked to see Richard Dennis charging through them.

“She’s got Aggie!” she cried and lunged for the other woman.

All Sarah could see was the hand holding the hat pin raised over Aggie’s tiny neck. If she could grab it and stop it -

But Richard got there first. He snatched Aggie away just as the hat pin plunged downward. Someone else was calling Sarah’s name, but she didn’t have time to even look up. She was too busy wrestling Mrs. Wells, both of her hands wrapped around the fist that still clutched the hat pin.

Then suddenly someone was helping, overpowering Mrs. Wells and wrenching the hat pin from her fingers. A rough arm pushed Sarah away, and she recognized Malloy. He thrust the hat pin into Sarah’s hand and shoved Mrs. Wells to her knees, twisting one of her arms behind her back. She cried out in pain, but Malloy didn’t release his grip.

“What’s going on here!” an outraged voice shouted. “Get out of here or I’ll call the police!” Father Ahearn was running down the aisle toward them. He wore only an undershirt and trousers and looked very unpriestly.

“I am the police,” Malloy shouted back. “This woman is a murderer, and she’s very dangerous. Get me something to tie her up.”

The startled priest stared at the tableau for only a moment before hurrying to obey.

Malloy turned to Sarah. “What the hell were you trying to do?” he demanded, but he didn’t wait for an answer. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Take that other pin away from her!” she added, suddenly horrified to realize Mrs. Wells had another one still in her hat.

Malloy relieved the woman of that one, too, and handed it to Sarah as well. Mrs. Wells’s hat slipped off and fell to the floor in front of her. Malloy continued to hold her firmly and painfully in place.

“Can you help me here?” Richard asked, his voice oddly strained.

Sarah hurried to his aid. He lay on the floor where he had fallen in the scuffle, and he held a terrified Aggie to his chest. Still clutching the hat pins in her left hand, Sarah reached out her right one and Aggie grabbed it. Scrambling out of Richard’s arms, the child threw herself at Sarah and fairly climbed up her body until her little arms were wrapped tightly around Sarah’s neck and her legs around Sarah’s waist. Sarah managed to stagger over to one of the pews and sit down, setting the hat pins on the seat beside her so she could hold the child with both arms. Her little body was trembling, and Sarah crooned meaningless words of comfort into the soft cloud of her hair.

Father Ahearn came running back with what appeared to be drapery cords. Malloy looked at them askance, but he used them to bind Mrs. Wells’s hands securely behind her back. Then he hauled her roughly to her feet and shoved her down into the nearest pew.

Richard was a bit slow getting to his feet.

“Richard, are you all right?” Sarah asked in alarm when she noticed, remembering how Mrs. Wells had been wielding the hat pin.

But Richard wasn’t listening. He was staring in horror at Mrs. Wells. “You killed Hazel, didn’t you?”

Sarah gasped as Mrs. Wells looked up, her eyes bright with the fires of fanaticism. “She was very unhappy here, Mr. Dennis. I sent her to heaven.”

Father Ahearn caught Richard when he would have attacked her and held him back.

“Let the law take care of her, Dennis,” Malloy warned him. “She’ll die for her crimes. There’s nothing worse you can do to her.”

Richard was shaking with fury, but after a moment, he allowed the priest to push him back a few steps.

“Father,” Malloy said, “can you go to the nearest call box and have them send a wagon over for this woman?”

Father Ahearn nodded, probably only too glad to escape the nightmarish scene. Portly Father O’Brien came lumbering down the aisle, wheezing from the effort of running, just as Father Ahearn bolted away to do Malloy’s bidding. He’d taken the time to put on his cassock, so he looked more professional than his young colleague. He recognized Mrs. Wells at once. “What are you doing here?” he demanded breathlessly.

“Trying to cause you some trouble, I expect, Father,” Malloy said. “She’s the one who killed Emilia Donato, and she just tried to kill Mrs. Brandt right here in the church.”

Father O’Brien’s gaze shifted back to where Mrs. Wells sat, bound and helpless. He stared at her as if the jaws of hell had suddenly opened up to reveal their horrors. “I knew something was wrong at that place,” he murmured, and Sarah remembered his accusation about other missing girls. She didn’t even want to think about how many others the woman had “sent to heaven.” She hugged Aggie more tightly and was relieved to realize the child had stopped trembling.

Richard still glared at Mrs. Wells, but he seemed calmer now. Then Sarah noticed he was rubbing his chest.

“Richard, you are hurt!” she cried. “Did she stab you?”

“Just a little jab,” he said. “It’s not even bleeding.”

Only a tiny drop of blood had stained his shirt beneath his vest, but Sarah remembered how Emilia’s wound hadn’t bled either. “Are you sure? How deep did the pin go in?”

“Not deep at all. I told you, it was just a jab.”

Sarah knew even a shallow jab could become infected, and there was always a danger of lockjaw. He did seem pale, and he was sweating. “You should sit down. You look as if you’re going to faint.”

He took a seat in the pew in front of hers and half turned to face her. He was grinning boyishly, as if he’d done something a bit naughty and was proud of it. “I did do a bit of running to get here.” He looked over at Malloy, who was still guarding Mrs. Wells. “In the end, I beat you here,” he bragged.

Malloy frowned, but he didn’t deny it. Then Sarah realized how amazing it was that they were here at all.

“How did you know I’d be in danger? And what are the two of you doing here together?” she demanded.