'Arcane is considerably more exclusive in the sense that all of their members actually possess genuine talents. I'm afraid the same cannot be said for many of my colleagues here at the Institute.'
Elizabeth looked troubled. 'But your talent is real. Why don't you join Arcane?'
'The Society frowns on those of us who must use our abilities to make a living. They believe we give the public a poor impression of the paranormal because there are so many frauds in our ranks.'
'For my part, I am very happy to discover that I have a sister who also possesses a psychical talent,' Elizabeth said. 'I have felt so very alone.'
'I remember how hard it was for me after Mama and Papa were killed. I was sent away to boarding school. It was a very good school, and everyone was quite pleasant, but none of the teachers took the paranormal seriously. I felt that I had to keep my own abilities secret.'
'You must have been very lonely,' Elizabeth said.
'That was the year that I came into my own talent. I had no one I could talk to about the things I was seeing in mirrors, but at least I knew something of what to expect because Mama and Papa had prepared me. I am sorry that you had no one you could talk to this past year.'
Elizabeth glanced toward the door. 'Oh, dear, Mama has arrived. I can see that she is quite upset. I shall have to go home with her. But I would very much like to meet you again for tea. Would that be possible?'
'I'm not sure your mother would approve,' Virginia said gently.
Helen arrived at the table. She looked at Virginia.
'Thank you for sending me word that Elizabeth was safe,' Helen said in a very low voice.
'Certainly,' Virginia said, keeping her own voice just as soft.
Helen looked at Elizabeth. 'You gave me a terrible fright.'
'I am so sorry, Mama.' Elizabeth blinked back tears and hastily jumped to her feet.
'Come,' Helen said. 'We must go home now.'
'Yes, Mama.'
Helen inclined her head at Virginia. 'I am in your debt, Miss Dean.'
'No,' Virginia said. 'You're not. I would have done the same for anyone in your situation.'
'Yes, I believe you would have. Good day, Miss Dean.'
'Lady Mansfield,' Virginia said.
Elizabeth smiled at her. 'Good-bye, Miss Dean. I am sorry that I frightened Mama, but I am so happy we got to meet.'
'Good- bye,' Virginia said.
She drank her tea and watched Helen and Elizabeth walk out of the tearoom. Neither of them looked back.
After a while she got up from the table and went upstairs to her small office. She unlocked the door, went inside and sat down behind the desk. She looked around, taking in the client chairs, the filing cabinet and the most recent issues of the Institute'sJournal of Paranormal Investigations.
This was her world, she thought. This was where she belonged. She had a career that was important to her, and she had friends. She did not need her father's other family.
But it would have been nice to have had a family of her own.
Chapter 21
This was the first time you met your sister?' Owen asked.
'Yes,' Virginia said. 'I knew of her, of course. My father told me about Elizabeth when she was born. But I had never even seen her. To be honest, I was shocked today when Lady Mansfield showed up on my doorstep, asking if Elizabeth was with me.'
They were in a carriage headed toward the scene of the second glass-reader murder. It was late enough to allow Virginia to read glasslight accurately.
Owen was not certain what to make of Virginia's mood. She was composed, but he had the impression that her thoughts were focused on something other than the case.
'Lady Mansfield obviously realized that it was only logical that her daughter would turn to you for answers about her talent,' he said.
'Helen will have to confront the fact that Elizabeth cannot simply pretend she does not see auras. Elizabeth may be able to conceal her talent from her friends and acquaintances, but she can't deny her ability to herself.'
'No, it is as much a part of her as her other senses. She needs guidance.'
'I suggested to Elizabeth that she consider joining the Arcane Society.'
'Good advice,' he said.
'She wanted to start attending lectures at the Institute. I explained that Arcane did not approve of the organization, due to the high percentage of charlatans associated with it.'
He watched her face in the shadows. 'What was it like for you when you came into your talents?'
'I was thirteen. My parents had been killed a few months earlier. I was living at Mrs. Peabody's School for Young Ladies. I had been seeing shadows off and on in mirrors for some time, but nothing distinct. I will never forget the first time I saw a true afterimage burned into a mirror. My mother had explained to me how her talent worked so I understood what I was perceiving, but it was still a great shock. The images really do look like ghosts and spirits.'
'Where was the mirror?'
'In the school library. The school was housed in a mansion that had been the property of a wealthy family for several generations. Some of the mirrors were very old.'
'You saw something terrible in one of them?'
'Yes. The mirror was at the far end of the library. I had not been comfortable in that room, but until that day I hadn't understood why. That afternoon I walked past the mirror and felt that sensation of awareness that one sometimes gets in the vicinity of strong, violent energy.'
'I know what you mean,' Owen said.
'Instinctively I heightened my talent and looked deep into the mirror. That was when I saw my first murder victim, a woman of perhaps nineteen or twenty.'
'Surely the murder had occurred long before you went to live at the boarding school?'
'Yes, but I hadn't yet learned to sort out the sense of time that comes with the images. And murder always rattles the nerves, even if it is an old crime. I had to know what had happened, so I talked to some of the people who had worked in the school for a long time.'
'Did you learn anything?' Owen asked.
'The old gardener had been employed by the former owners of the house. He told me the story. The young woman was a governess who was seduced by the eldest son, who was, in turn, engaged to an heiress. The governess got pregnant. The lady of the house let her go without a penny. The desperate governess tried to extort money from the lady by threatening to tell the son's fiancee about the pregnancy.'
'So the lady of the house murdered the governess to make certain she did not jeopardize the marriage plans.'
'There was a fortune at stake,' Virginia said without inflection. 'The family could not afford to have the fine marriage put at risk. So the lady of the house struck the governess on the head with a poker. The servants, including the gardener, were told that the governess had fallen and hit her head on a table, but they all knew the truth. One of the maids found the bloodstained poker.'
Virginia fell silent. She went back to watching the scene outside the carriage window.
'How did you end up at the boarding school?' Owen asked after a moment.
'Hmm?'Virginia did not take her attention off the street.
'I have heard of Miss Peabody's school. It is not a charity orphanage. The fees are quite high. It takes in the
