“It was more than odd, I assure you.” She told Mrs. Ellsworth about arriving at the house and meeting the other people gathered there and then seeing Madame Serafina for the first time. “She didn’t look like she was more than twenty.”

“I would’ve expected a much older person.”

“She was a lovely girl, too. I can’t imagine how she became involved in this.”

“How does she contact the spirits?”

Sarah told her about going into the other room and sitting down around the table. “Then we all held hands around the circle, and she turned out the light.”

“You were in total darkness?”

“Oh, yes. I couldn’t see a thing. Then she calls for the spirits.”

“Just like that?” Mrs. Ellsworth asked in surprise.

“Well, I should have said that she calls for her spirit guide, Yellow Feather.”

“Yellow what?”

“Yellow Feather. He’s an Indian warrior who died in battle,” Sarah explained with a smirk.

“How very odd!”

“He’s her spirit contact or something like that. The other spirits speak to him and he passes along what they say and asks them questions.”

“And she’s the only one who can hear him?”

“Oh, no, I forgot to tell you, he speaks through her.”

“How does he do that?”

“I’m not exactly sure how it works, but his voice comes out of her mouth, as if he were using her body.”

“How do you know it’s his voice?” Mrs. Ellsworth asked, thoroughly confused now.

“Oh, it sounds like a man’s voice. I could hardly believe my ears at first. Her voice changed completely. And when it was all over, she claimed she didn’t remember anything he’d said. When he’s speaking through her, she’s not really conscious, I suppose. That’s how she explained it anyway.”

“Good heavens. I never heard of such a thing.”

“Neither had I,” Sarah assured her.

“Why on earth did your mother want to attend this séance in the first place?”

Sarah sighed wearily. “She wanted to contact my sister.”

“Your sister? I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“She died long before I met you,” Sarah said, wishing she hadn’t mentioned Maggie. She hated telling her story, even to kindly Mrs. Ellsworth. “She… she married a man my parents didn’t approve of,” she said, keeping to the bare facts.

“Just as you did,” Mrs. Ellsworth reminded her with a puzzled frown.

“She did it long before I did, and they disowned her for it,” Sarah said, the words paining her even now. “And then she died in childbirth. My mother has carried that guilt all this time.”

“And I suppose she wanted to ask for forgiveness,” Mrs.

Ellsworth said. “Poor thing. We tend to think that people who have a lot of money don’t have any troubles, but that isn’t true, is it?”

“No, it isn’t,” Sarah confirmed, remembering all the wealthy people who had been involved in murders that she had investigated with her friend Detective Sergeant Frank Malloy of the New York City Police. “They don’t have to worry about putting food on the table or keeping a roof over their heads, but they have the same kinds of losses and disappointments that everyone else has.”

“I guess that explains why your parents didn’t protest too much when you married Dr. Brandt.”

“They weren’t happy about it,” Sarah recalled with a pang, “but they accepted it, just as they accepted my becoming a midwife.”

“Even though they would have been much happier if you’d given it up and returned to your rightful place in society after Dr. Brandt died,” Mrs. Ellsworth guessed. Sarah’s husband, Tom, had been murdered four years earlier.

“I think they’ve finally accepted the fact that I never will.”

“And do you think your mother was satisfied with the séance?”

Sarah had almost forgotten the original subject of their conversation. “I hope so. I reminded her that she’s wanted to apologize to Maggie and she did that at the séance. I don’t believe for a moment that Maggie’s spirit was there to hear it, but my mother believes it was, and so she thinks she accomplished her purpose. I hope that will satisfy her.”

“You don’t sound very sure,” Mrs. Ellsworth said.

“Those other people at the séance, they’ve all been to see Madame Serafina more than once. They seemed well acquainted with each other, and I got the impression this was a regular event in their lives.”

Mrs. Ellsworth frowned. “I guess I could understand that, if I believed this Madame what’s her name could contact my dead loved ones. I’ve always wanted to ask my husband where he put his pocket watch. I wanted to give it to Nelson after he died, but I never found it.”

Sarah smiled in spite of herself. “Maybe you should go see Madame.”

“I can’t imagine what else I’d ask him, though,” she mused. “I’d think one visit would be enough.”

Sarah tried to recall what the others had been asking. “They seemed to want guidance about making decisions. As if they came back regularly to ask about something new.”

“Oh, dear, how tiresome,” Mrs. Ellsworth said. “Why can’t they just make up their own minds? Or at least ask somebody who’s easier to contact, like a living relative, for instance?”

This really made Sarah smile. “I’m sure I don’t know. But some people just don’t seem to be able to stop. I don’t want my mother to become one of them.”

“Oh, I’m sure your father would soon put a stop to it if she did,” Mrs. Ellsworth said.

Sarah wasn’t so sure. Felix Decker was one of the richest, most powerful men in the city, but he was completely powerless to manage his wife, particularly if he had no idea what she was doing. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” Sarah said and tried to change the subject. “Is that the newspaper?”

Mrs. Ellsworth glanced over to where the paper lay folded on the end of the table. “Oh, yes, I brought it over for you to see. I don’t suppose you’ve heard the news yet,” she added with a frown.

“What news?”

“About Mr. Roosevelt.”

“Oh, dear,” Sarah said, reaching for the paper. She unfolded it to reveal the headline, ROOSEVELT RESIGNS. She quickly scanned the story. Her old friend Theodore Roosevelt had resigned as police commissioner to accept a job in Washington, D.C. “Just as my father predicted.”

“Your father knew that President McKinley was going to offer him a position in Washington?” Mrs. Ellsworth asked in amazement.

“I’m sure he didn’t know exactly what it would be, but politicians always pay their debts, and Mr. Roosevelt campaigned very vigorously for McKinley. The president will be giving out hundreds of political patronage jobs to his supporters to reward them.”

“Assistant secretary of the Navy doesn’t sound like a very important job,” Mrs. Ellsworth observed.

“I’m sure Theodore will make the most of it,” Sarah said, recalling her old friend’s ambition fondly, “although this probably isn’t good news for the police department.”

“What do you mean?”

“Mr. Roosevelt made a lot of changes in the department. He hired men on merit instead of political patronage. He promoted men who were good at their jobs instead of those who could afford to pay a bribe to get a better position. He even hired officers who weren’t Irish.”

“But surely they won’t go back to the way things were before just because Mr. Roosevelt leaves,” Mrs. Ellsworth protested.

“Mr. Malloy is afraid they will,” Sarah said, recalling what he had told her. “That’s why he was in such a hurry to solve Tom’s murder. He knew Roosevelt was going to resign soon, and then he might not be allowed to work on the case anymore.”

“Oh, my,” Mrs. Ellsworth said with a frown. “Is he afraid he might lose his job?”

Sarah knew that was a possibility. Roosevelt had singled Malloy out several times to work on cases involving wealthy murder victims. Some in the department would be envious of that special treatment, and they could hold it against him. But Sarah thought that wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen. “He might be, but I think he’s more afraid of having to go back to the way things were before all the reforms.”