“I searched,” he said, his face now an alarming shade of purple, “even though she was dead, as you will recall, and couldn’t have put it someplace else.”
“Who else knew the safe was there?”
“Nobody. Just the four of us. No one else ever came into this room.”
“Did Serafina know how to open the safe?”
“No. I told you, we would never have given either of them the combination. If they got the money, they would have run off.”
This was all very interesting, but Frank really didn’t care what had happened to the money. Except that if Nicola had it, they’d never see him again. He probably would have gone back to Italy by now.
“When we find DiLoreto, we’ll ask him about this,” Frank told him.
“And what am I supposed to do in the meantime?” the Professor asked furiously.
Frank wanted to suggest he get an honest job, but he said, “That’s up to you.”
This was not the answer the Professor wanted to hear. “When will Serafina come back? She has clients scheduled today.”
“That’s up to her. I’ll mention it to her when I see her.”
“And what are you going to do about this?” he demanded, gesturing angrily toward the open safe.
“I’ll file a report, and keep looking for DiLoreto.”
The Professor swore a colorful oath that told Frank he wasn’t as cultured as he pretended to be.
Frank decided he wouldn’t wait to visit Sarah’s house. He wanted to find out what Serafina knew about the missing money.
MAEVE OPENED THE DOOR AND GREETED HIM WARMLY, followed by Catherine, who threw herself into his arms.
“I’m getting married,” she informed him when he’d picked her up.
“Who’s the lucky fellow?” Frank asked in amusement.
Catherine giggled. “I’m getting married,” she repeated, holding up one small palm and pointing to a specific spot. “See, right there.”
“Madame Serafina was reading our palms this morning,” Maeve told him with some amusement of her own.
Frank nodded his understanding. “And are you getting married, too, Maeve?”
“Of course,” Maeve assured him with a gleam in her eye the only clue that she wasn’t perfectly serious. “All single young ladies are going to get married. Even Mrs. Brandt,” she added archly.
Before Frank could react to this amazing piece of information, Sarah Brandt called his name.
“Malloy,” she said, coming toward him through the front room. She was smiling the way she always did when she first saw him. Well, almost always. If there was no dead body involved. “You’re out early this morning.”
“I couldn’t wait to see my favorite girl,” he said and watched her eyebrows rise in surprise before turning to Catherine, whom he still held in his arms. “And now she tells me she’s getting married.”
Catherine laughed in delight.
“Have you found Nicola?”
They all turned to where Serafina stood. She’d followed Sarah out of the kitchen and was standing in the middle of the office, her hands clenched tightly at her waist. She looked very different today. She was wearing an ordinary dress instead of that black flowing thing she’d had on yesterday, and her hair was down and tied with a ribbon. She could have been a schoolgirl.
“No, I haven’t,” he said. “I thought the Professor might offer a reward, but it seems someone has stolen all of his money.”
Sarah and Maeve gasped in surprise, but Serafina’s reaction was much milder. She simply lifted her chin, almost defiantly.
“When did this happen?” Sarah asked.
“Sometime between when the seance started yesterday and this morning. The Professor thinks Nicola came back in the night. He has a key to the house.”
“He does not know the combination to the safe,” Serafina said.
“Do you?” Frank asked curiously.
Her dark eyes blazed. “Of course not. Mrs. Gittings, she would never trust us. She was afraid we would take the money and run away.”
“Maeve, why don’t you take Catherine over to visit Mrs. Ellsworth?” Sarah suggested.
Catherine made some inarticulate sounds of protest, but Maeve predicted she would receive a treat at Mrs. Ellsworth’s and promised to bring her back before Mr. Malloy left again. After a few minutes, Maeve had her buttoned into a jacket and out the door.
“Come in and have some coffee with us, Malloy,” Sarah said.
They all filed into the kitchen, and Sarah poured coffee for them. Malloy usually felt comfortable here in Sarah’s kitchen, but Madame Serafina’s unease was affecting them all. She sat stiffly in her chair, making no effort to taste the coffee or even to make eye contact.
“Does Nicola know how to break into a safe?” he asked baldly when the silence had stretched for a while.
“What?” Serafina asked. Plainly, this was not what she’d been expecting to be asked.
“Does he know how to break into a safe?” Frank repeated. “Somebody opened the safe, took the money out, and locked it back up again so the Professor wouldn’t know it was gone until he went looking for it.”
“Nicola does not know anything about safes,” Serafina said.
“Then what happened to the money?”
“How should I know?” Serafina snapped. She was angry. Not as angry as the Professor had been, but still angry. “Maybe he hides the money and pretends it is stolen to get Nicola in more trouble.”
Frank hadn’t considered this possibility, but the Professor had seemed genuinely upset. He’d looked like a man who had been robbed. “What about you?” Frank asked. “Do you know anything about safes?”
She seemed shocked. “No!”
Frank took a sip of his coffee. “If Nicola took the money, he’s probably on his way back to Italy by now,” he observed mildly.
“He will not leave me,” Serafina said with the confidence only young love can produce. Frank noticed she didn’t deny he’d taken the money, though.
He turned to Sarah. “Have you found out anything new?”
“Not really,” she said, glancing at Serafina. “But I did remember something I didn’t tell you yesterday.”
“What’s that?” he asked with a frown.
“I was telling you about Mr. Sharpe, about how I smelled roses when he was talking to his wife’s spirit,” she reminded him. “But before I could tell you everything, you ran out of the room.”
Frank nodded. That was when he’d remembered about the space behind the cabinet and gone to look at it himself. “What else do you know about him?”
“Remember Serafina said he wanted to take her away from Mrs. Gittings and set her up in her own house?” she asked, glancing at Serafina again. “In the seance I attended, he was asking his wife for advice about something, and Serafina told him to follow his heart.”
“I told him nothing!” she protested. “The spirits tell him. I do not even know what they say!”
Sarah ignored her. Obviously, she had forgotten she had confessed to having Yellow Feather tell the clients what Mrs. Gittings wanted them to hear. “He was thinking about doing something dangerous, and Serafina told him not to be afraid.”
“I told him nothing!” Serafina insisted.
“The spirits then,” Sarah conceded generously. “Someone told him not to be afraid and to follow his heart.”
“What was he thinking about doing that was dangerous?” Frank asked Serafina.
“I do not know,” she said sullenly. “You will have to ask him.”
Frank rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Now that’s a problem,” he said, “because Mr. Sharpe is a rich man with powerful friends. I can’t ask him anything, because if I do, I’ll lose my job.”
Serafina looked at him in surprise. “But you are the police.”
