'There are always rumors about those of us who read mirrors,' she said. 'Many people are convinced that we see ghosts and spirits. They do not understand that what we perceive are simply afterimages caught in the glass. Mirrors are nothing more than paranormal cameras that capture some of the energy given off at the time of death or near death.'
'I understand.'
They went down the alley behind Number Fourteen. Owen opened the gate that guarded the tiny garden. They went up the back steps. Owen inserted the lock pick into the kitchen door. The lock gave way immediately.
'May I ask where one buys that sort of tool?' Virginia asked.
He smiled a little at the bright curiosity in her voice.
'This particular pick was crafted by one of my uncles. He has a knack for that sort of thing.'
'Yours is an interesting family, sir.'
'That is certainly one way to describe my relatives.' He opened the door and listened for a moment with all of his senses. 'Still vacant.'
Virginia moved past him to enter the house. He heard the soft, sultry swish of the ruffles at the hem of her gown as they brushed across the toe of his boot. Her scent briefly clouded his mind. He was aroused not just by the anticipation of the hunt but by the woman who shared it with him tonight.
He followed her into the narrow hall, closed the door and turned up the lantern he had brought along. The light did little to alleviate the heavy gloom.
'Death always affects a house, doesn't it?' Virginia looked around. 'One can sense it in the atmosphere.'
'Yes. Which is why so many people find it easy to believe in ghosts.'
'What, exactly, are we looking for?' she asked.
'Something, anything, that will give us a clue to how Mrs. Ratford was killed. I went through this house, and Mrs. Hackett's as well, shortly after I accepted the case. I am certain that both deaths were caused by paranormal means, but I do not think the killer was present at the time of the actual murders. He has come and gone on several occasions since the murders, however.'
'You can detect those sorts of details so plainly?'
'It is the nature of my talent, Virginia,' he said, willing her to understand and accept the compulsion that drove him.
Virginia said nothing. She halted in the doorway of the small parlor. 'There is a mirror over the fireplace. I may be able to discern something in the glass.'
Owen stood behind her and waited. The light of the lantern flashed on the mirror, casting ominous shadows around the room.
Virginia walked forward and stopped in front of the fireplace. Her eyes met his in the darkly silvered glass. He felt the atmosphere heat and knew that she had raised her talent.
She turned her full attention on the mirror, gazing into it as though into another dimension. She concentrated intently, not speaking for a time.
A moment later she lowered her talent and turned to face him with eyes that were still filled with mysteries.
'The mirror has been hanging above the fireplace for a very long time,' she said. 'There are certainly shadows in it but nothing distinct. Certainly nothing of violent death.'
'That makes sense. The body was found upstairs in a bedroom. There is a mirror on the dressing table.'
They went back out into the hall and up the narrow staircase.
'I noticed that the mirror over your own mantel is new,' he said.
'I purchased it when I rented the house. There was an old one in that room and another in the front hall. I removed both of them.'
'You do not like old mirrors?'
'Looking glasses absorb energy over the years. The old ones hold a lot of shadows. I find them disturbing.'
'Yet Mrs. Ratford kept the old one in this house.'
'Perhaps she could not afford to replace it. It is also possible that it did not bother her greatly. She had some talent, but she was not a very strong glass-reader. Only powerful glasslight-talents find old mirrors disturbing.'
At the top of the stairs they paused. The light of the lantern revealed three doors. Two stood open. The one at the far end of the hall was closed.
'That is the room where she died,' Owen said.
They both heard the muffled scraping, clanking noise at the same time. It came from the nearest open doorway.
'What in the name of heaven?' Virginia whispered.
Owen angled the lantern for a closer look. An elegantly made mechanical dragon appeared from the darkened room. The clockwork device was the size of a small dog. Its segmented tail, set with crystals, snaked from side to side. Long, gilded claws rasped on the floor. The glass eyes radiated a cold, compelling paranormal fire.
'Another one of those damned weapons,' Owen said. 'Where the hell did that come from? It wasn't here the last time I visited this house.'
He seized Virginia's arm and started to haul her back toward the staircase.
She moved willingly and with some speed, but it was too late.
A dark fog descended. The nightmare exploded around him, inundating the hall with hellish visions from a madman's fevered dreams. The dead and the dying descended on him, mouths open in silent screams.
Chapter 10
All the terrible shadows that Virginia had seen in mirrors since she had first come into her talent at the age of thirteen prowled the eerie mist that filled the hall. The dying stared at her with horrified, dread-filled eyes, as if they somehow sensed that she bore witness to their deaths. They did not plead for her to save them. They knew there was no hope. They asked for something else from her, something she could almost never provide: justice.
The ghastly visions whirled around her. She was suddenly dizzy. Her stomach roiled. For an instant she thought she would be ill, and then she realized she could not orient herself in the strange fog. There was no way to distinguish up from down. If she put one foot wrong she might tumble down the staircase that she could no longer see.
A voice came out of the mist, edged with the grim determination of a man who is hanging on to sanity by sheer force of will.
'Hallucinations,' Owen rasped. 'Get down. This energy is so thick we won't be able to find the stairs.'
He used the grip on her arm to pull her down onto her knees and then into a sitting position beside him. They locked hands and scrambled backward, feeling their way, until they came up against a hard surface.The wall, Virginia thought. At least she now had a sense of direction.
'It's glasslight energy,' she said. 'The same energy that was infused in the clockwork carriage. But there's somuch of it. It's as if I'm trapped in a nightmare. I can't lower my talent.'
'Neither can I,' Owen said. 'Too much stimulation. The radiation is so intense, it's electrifying our senses.'
'This thing is a far more powerful weapon than the carriage.'
'I think the carriage was designed to induce unconsciousness. This device was made to kill.'
'Or drive one to one's death,' Virginia said.
'Can you control it? If not, we're going to have to feel our way to the staircase.'
'I am doing my best.'
She strained to concentrate her senses in an effort to perceive some image in the mist that she knew was
