the room gets dark, and if he was very still, no one would notice him.”
Malloy stepped behind the door, and Serafina demonstrated. Sure enough, if he pressed himself back into the corner behind the door, by the time he was really visible, the room was almost totally dark.
“Everyone would be looking at me and not expecting to see anyone there,” she added.
“Distraction,” Maeve said. “It’s an old magician’s trick.” She looked down at the figure still lying at her feet. “He used to do some magic, too.”
“You know him?” Sarah asked in surprise.
“Yes, I know him,” she said simply.
“Nicola,” Malloy said, having emerged from behind the door, “do you have some rope we can tie him up with?”
Nicola scrambled to do his bidding, and as he passed Mrs. Decker, she said, “I thought he was dead.”
He flashed her an impudent grin and was gone. Sarah noticed Serafina’s gaze followed him, her feelings for him glowing in her eyes.
“You identified the body,” Sarah reminded her.
“I had to protect Nicola,” she said simply. “If we could not make you believe the Professor was the killer, then you would think Nicola was dead, and he would be safe.”
“But you were so upset when you saw the birthmark on… on that poor fellow’s back,” Sarah said.
“What poor fellow’s back?” Cunningham cried. “What is she talking about?”
“Madame Serafina had to look at a dead body,” Malloy said. “We thought it might be Nicola, and she told us it was.”
“How horrible for you,” Cunningham said solicitously. “You should have sent for me.”
Serafina ignored him. “I was not sure at first. That is why I asked to see the back. Nicola has a scar from when he fell against the stove as a child. When I saw no scar, I knew it was not him.”
“So you were crying from relief,” Sarah guessed. Serafina simply smiled.
Nicola returned carrying a length of heavy twine. The Professor was starting to moan, and Malloy made short work of tying his hands and feet. By then he was awake, and he started cursing Malloy.
“Watch your language, man,” Sharpe cautioned him as Malloy hauled him to his feet and sat him in Maeve’s former chair. “There are ladies present.”
“You bitch,” he spat at Serafina, who simply glared back at him.
“Mrs. Decker, allow me to take you and Mrs. Burke into the other room,” Sharpe offered.
“You’ll do nothing of the kind,” Mrs. Decker said. “I want to hear what this man has to say for himself.” To her credit, Mrs. Burke stood her ground as well.
But the Professor didn’t say anything at all. He just looked at each of the people standing around the room, one by one until he got to Maeve. Then his eyes narrowed and he lurched to his feet and made a lunge for her.
Malloy caught him and slammed him back into the chair.
“I knew he would try to kill someone today,” Serafina said with more confidence that Sarah could believe she felt.
“But why would he try to kill Maeve?” Sarah asked.
The Professor didn’t reply. He just gave Maeve another black look.
“He killed my grandfather,” she said, drawing renewed gasps from everyone. “I guess he recognized me the same way I recognized him, and he was afraid I’d tell.”
“How astonishing that you should be here practically by accident today!” Mrs. Decker said.
“It wasn’t an accident,” Maeve said. “He always called himself the Professor, even in the old days. I suspected it was him the first time Serafina mentioned him.”
“And you’ve been trying to get her to hold another seance right from the start,” Sarah remembered.
“So I could see him for myself,” Maeve said.
“But why would he kill Mrs. Gittings?” Mr. Sharpe asked impatiently.
“They argued right before the last seance,” Mrs. Burke said, surprising everyone. “I told you that, didn’t I, Elizabeth?”
“Yes, you did,” Mrs. Decker confirmed. “You were the only one who’d noticed that.”
Mrs. Burke beamed.
“They argued all the time,” Sarah said. “Why was this different?”
“Why
He glared at Malloy but refused to speak.
“Let me guess,” Malloy said thoughtfully. “She wasn’t going to give you the money to set up your Green Goods Game.”
The Professor’s eyes widened in surprise, but he still refused to speak.
“You couldn’t stand being pushed around by a woman,” Malloy continued, still thoughtful. “And you weren’t man enough to stand up to her.”
“Coward!” Cunningham supplied helpfully. “Afraid of a woman!”
“That’s right, you were afraid of her,” Malloy went on, “so you took the easy way out and stabbed her when she was helpless so you could take all the money Serafina made for yourself-”
“Stealing from a defenseless girl!” Cunningham cried, outraged.
“She’s not defenseless!” the Professor snarled. “And I wasn’t afraid of Lucille!”
“Then why did you kill her?” Malloy asked curiously.
“Because she was causing too much trouble!” he said, then caught himself, realizing what he had done.
“Too much trouble,” Malloy repeated thoughtfully, and glanced around at the people assembled there. “You mean the way she was trying to get extra money from everyone here? By offering to sell Serafina to Cunningham so he’d fall for that phony investment scheme she arranged?”
“And by frightening Mrs. Burke into paying more and more for the seances, and-”
“She couldn’t be satisfied!” the Professor moaned. “We had a perfect setup here, but she always wanted more and more. I told her she was going to ruin everything, but she wouldn’t listen! She just wouldn’t listen!”
“But why take the chance of killing her like that?” Malloy asked.
The Professor’s eyes narrowed, and he looked as if he wanted to slip a knife into Malloy. “Because a normal policeman wouldn’t have investigated at all, not with all these important people involved, and if he did, he would have been satisfied to charge Nicola with it and be done.”
Sarah realized with a start that he was absolutely right. “But weren’t you afraid killing Mrs. Gittings would frighten clients away?” Sarah asked.
He just glared at Sarah, but Maeve said, “You could always move to another city, couldn’t you, Professor? Just like you did when you killed the Old Gentleman?”
He glared at her venomously. “My only mistake was coming back.”
THAT NIGHT, AFTER CATHERINE WAS SAFELY IN BED, SARAH, Maeve, and Malloy told Mrs. Ellsworth the story of the seance as they sat around Sarah’s kitchen table. Sarah’s mother had felt she must go home so her husband wouldn’t wonder where she had spent her day. Serafina and Nicola were enjoying a reunion at the house on Waverly Place.
Everyone was particularly fascinated by the light that Malloy had given Maeve to use and the way she had turned it on in the dark room just in time to catch the killer.
“I thought I broke it when I hit the Professor with it,” Maeve said as Malloy demonstrated the device for them.
“No, it just went out by itself. The power doesn’t last too long at a time, so you only get a short flash of light each time you turn it on,” he explained. “Then the battery has to rest before it will light again. That’s why they call them flashlights.”
“You used it at just the right moment,” Sarah said.
“I was afraid it might be too soon, but when Nicola said someone was going to kill Serafina, I couldn’t wait.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” Mrs. Ellsworth said, laying her hand over Maeve’s. “If anything had happened to you…”
