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another medium in the press.'

'I admit that I did expose a couple of mediums in order to establish my credentials as a legitimate researcher,' he said. 'I can see that it was not the wisest course of action, because now you do not trust me. If it matters, I can tell you that I chose the two mediums because practitioners who claim to speak to the dead annoy me far more than those who pretend to levitate or read minds.'

'Why is that?'

'The levitators and mind readers are harmless entertainers, for the most part. They are guilty only of parlor tricks. But the mediums practice a cruel deception.'

She drummed the fingers of one hand on the desk. 'As it happens, I agree with you. Nevertheless, that does not give you the right to interfere in the business affairs of others who are merely trying to make an honest living. Well, mostly honest.'

'Believe me, exposing practitioners is not my goal in this affair. I posed as a researcher who investigates psychical phenomena in order to provide myself with a cover that I could use to enter your world.'

'I see.'

'Your colleagues affiliated with the Leybrook Institute may not trust me, but by now they are convinced that I am a researcher.'

'It is almost impossible to prove the existence of psychical talent. There are no instruments that can measure or record that kind of energy. I doubt if I convinced any of your associates who were present at the Pomeroy reading.'

'They were not my associates. And I am aware that you feel you were tricked into doing that reading for Lady Pomeroy and those Arcane investigators.'

She narrowed her eyes. 'Did you arrange for that test?'

'No, Miss Dean. Believe it or not, what I intended that night was a proper introduction. I asked Lady Pomeroy to request a reading so that I could meet you. I knew that she had always had some questions about her husband's death. I swear to you that I did not know that she intended to invite several researchers from the Society to watch you at work.'

She studied him for a long time with her haunting eyes.

'I believe you,' she said at last.

It was as if a mountain had been lifted off his shoulders.

'Thank you,' he said.

'I almost walked out that evening without doing the reading,' Virginia said. 'I have a strict rule when it comes to dealing with those who want to conduct research on me. I always refuse to cooperate in any sort of test. But on a whim, I decided to go through with that reading.'

'Because of Lady Pomeroy?'

'I could tell that she truly did have questions about Lord Pomeroy's death. But that was not the reason I stayed to read the mirror.'

'You did the reading because of me, didn't you?'

'I think so, yes.'

'Why?'

'I sensed that you were a man of considerable talent,' Virginia said. 'I thought, perhaps, that if you witnessed me at work you might comprehend that my talent was real, also. I suppose it was a challenge of some kind.'

'So you broke your own rule that day. Because of me.'

She smiled coolly. 'In my experience, breaking the rules that I have established for myself is almost always a mistake.'

'I have had the same experience.'

'Have you ever broken your own rules, Mr. Sweetwater?'

'It seems I am shattering a number of them in this case.'

An odd silence descended. The housekeeper's footsteps sounded in the hall. Mrs. Crofton opened the door and brought in the tea tray. She looked at Virginia.

'Shall I pour, madam?'

'Yes, thank you, Mrs. Crofton,' Virginia said.

Mrs. Crofton poured two cups of tea and handed them out. She left the room, unobtrusively closing the door. It seemed to Owen that the study was suddenly even smaller and more intimate. He opened his senses a little, allowing himself to savor the sensation of being so close to Virginia.

'Will you assist me, Miss Dean?' he asked after a while.

'Someone has murdered two glass-readers in the past two months,' she said. 'Yesterday I was lured to the scene of a rather spectacular murder that involved a mirrored room. And then there is that clockwork curiosity that we encountered in the tunnels beneath the Hollister mansion. All in all, there is simply no way to explain any of those events by invoking coincidence. Yes, Mr. Sweetwater, I will assist you in your investigation.'

'I am very pleased to hear that.'

'Before we begin, I trust you will understand when I tell you that I have some concerns for my reputation in this affair.'

Out of nowhere, cold outrage flashed through him. 'I assure you, Miss Dean, the men of my family may be hunters, but we consider ourselves gentlemen. I have no intention of harming your good name.'

She blinked in surprise, and then smiled. 'Thank you for that assurance, but it is unnecessary. It is not my personal reputation that matters to me. At my advanced age and given the nature of my career, I need no longer worry about that sort of thing.'

'What the devil are you talking about? You are hardly elderly.'

'I am twenty-six, sir. That puts me well and truly on the shelf, as I'm sure you are aware. I will not be looking to contract a respectable marriage. It is my professional reputation among my colleagues that concerns me.'

He frowned. 'I don't see the problem.'

'Really, sir, you are being quite dense. Let me spell it out for you.'

People had called him a great many things, but dense was not among the words that were typically used to describe him.

'Please do,' he said.

'It is imperative that none of my associates conclude that I am assisting you to expose other practitioners. That is the sort of rumor that would ruin me.'

'Of course.' He really had been quite dense, he thought. 'I had not considered that aspect of the matter.'

'It must be very clear to one and all that I am allowing you to study and observe my work only because I am convinced I can prove to you that I really do possess some talent.'

'Yes, Miss Dean. That was my plan.'

'If there is any gossip to the effect that I am betraying my colleagues, I will soon lose all of my friends and the connections I require to conduct business in my world.'

'You have made your point, Miss Dean. I will do everything in my power to make certain that your colleagues believe that I am devoting all of my attentions to you and you alone.'

'Excellent.' She sat back in her chair. 'In that case, let us discuss your plans. I can advise you whether or not they are viable. I expect you will have to make some modifications. After all, we will be operating in my world, not yours, sir. I am the expert.'

He wondered just when he had lost control of the discussion. If he was not extremely careful, Virginia Dean would take charge of the entire investigation, and that would put her in even more danger than she was in already.

An oddly disturbing shock of awareness whispered through him. He had embarked upon the investigation because his talent had compelled him to accept the case from J J. There was a monster preying on the paranormal practitioners of London, and he had been called to the hunt. It was what the Sweetwaters did. It was in the blood.

But somewhere along the line the driving force behind his decision to find the killer had altered. Now he