Victoria Thompson: Murder On Waverly Place

But in the next instant, she saw her good hat bobbing above the edge of the table, and an arm came up holding something long and cylindrical that had some kind of light streaming out of it and brought it down with a sickening thud. As quickly as that, the struggle ceased and the light went out, and from the other side of the table, people started to reappear. Malloy first, and then Mr. Sharpe, and finally Nicola.

Nicola?

Sarah blinked to make sure. He looked furious and slightly disheveled but very much alive. And he was helping Maeve to her feet.

“What did you hit him with?” he was asking her.

But Maeve wasn’t listening. She didn’t even seem to know she’d been assisted by a ghost. She was too busy glaring down at the body on the floor. “Is he dead?” she asked, obviously hoping he was.

“Not likely,” Malloy said. “Probably just stunned, but we’d better truss him up before he comes to.” He turned and realized everyone else was staring at them in horrified silence.

“Who is it?” Sarah asked, hurrying over to see for herself, and she looked down at the body sprawled unceremoniously on the floor, a nasty gash across his powdered hairline.

“The Professor ?” she said in surprise. “But he couldn’t be the killer. He was the only one who wasn’t in the room!”

“Just as he was not in the room today,” Serafina said. “Did anyone see him come in?”

“No, I didn’t,” Cunningham replied. At some point he’d gone to her aid and now held her arm as if to support her in case she fainted. Sarah had never seen anyone who looked less likely to faint.

“Neither did I,” Mrs. Decker agreed. She was supporting Mrs. Burke, who did look like she might faint, although she was probably too interested in what was happening to risk missing any of it. “But I didn’t see that young man in here either,” she added, nodding toward Nicola.

“He was probably hiding in the cabinet, weren’t you, Nicola?” Malloy asked.

“Yes, I was,” he admitted a little defensively.

“But the Professor wouldn’t fit in there,” Malloy pointed out. “And Nicola would have noticed him, so how did he get in?”

“He hid behind the door,” Serafina said.

Everyone looked at the door in question, and Malloy walked over to it. When he passed Sarah, he said. “Hold this,” and handed her the stiletto that she’d seen the shadowy figure ready to stab Maeve with. She looked at it with horrified fascination.

Malloy was examining the door.

“I did not think of it that day, not until later, but he would always come with me to escort the clients into the séance room,” Serafina was explaining. “He did not come that day, and I did not know where he was. Then I remember, I also did not see him come in at the end, when I called him to help when Mrs. Gittings fell over. He was just there, but he did not have the smelling salts. He always brings the smelling salts from the kitchen when he comes. Later, when I think about everything, I knew he must have been hiding behind the door. As the door closes, 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 séance 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 séance,” 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 was it different?” Malloy asked, kicking the chair leg to give the Professor a jolt.

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!”