“Why is Mrs. Gittings’s murder sensational?” Serafina wanted to know.

“Because rich people are involved,” Sarah said.

“Don’t be vulgar, dear,” her mother chided.

Now Serafina was even more confused. “Why is that vulgar?”

“Because rich people don’t like to talk about how much money they have,” Sarah said, with a sly glance at her mother.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not important,” Mrs. Decker said in an obvious attempt to change the subject. “You’ll be very comfortable at Mrs. Brandt’s house, I think.”

“I am very grateful to you,” Serafina said to Sarah. “Maybe I can be some company for you, since you live alone.”

“I don’t live alone,” Sarah said with a small smile.

Serafina frowned. “But you are a widow, are you not?”

“How did you know that, my dear?” Mrs. Decker asked in surprise.

“I can feel it,” the girl said, perfectly serious. “And you have no children. I feel that, too.”

Sarah smiled again at the girl’s attempts to prove her supernatural powers. “I have a daughter.”

Serafina wasn’t convinced. “She was not born to you, I think,” she argued.

“No,” Sarah had to admit. “I recently adopted her. And her nursemaid lives with us, too.”

Serafina nodded, as if she’d known all along. “That is why I could not see her.”

Sarah wasn’t quite sure what to say to this, so she changed the subject again. “Do you have any idea where Nicola would have gone?”

“No,” she said. “We have no family, no one he could trust.”

“No friends?” Mrs. Decker asked.

“No one he could trust,” Serafina repeated. “When the police are looking for you, you must be very careful.”

Sarah was sure that was true. “Mr. Malloy found the opening into the back of the cabinet,” she tried.

Serafina’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything.

“What are you talking about, dear?” her mother asked.

“The wall in the séance room, the one where that big cabinet sits, is a false wall. There’s a space behind it, and there’s an opening in the back of the cabinet, so someone can go in and out.”

Mrs. Decker gasped in surprise. “Is that true?” she asked Serafina.

The girl pressed her lips together, plainly loath to reply. “Mrs. Gittings,” she said after a moment, the words strained and reluctant. “She thought we needed to make a bigger show. She did not think that talking to the spirits was enough.”

“They have a gramophone back there,” Sarah told her mother.

“A gramophone? Whatever for?” Mrs. Decker asked.

“One of the records was of a baby crying,” she said, glancing at Serafina to see her reaction.

Mrs. Decker gasped again. “Is that how you made me think you were talking to my daughter?” she demanded of the girl.

Serafina’s face looked as if it had turned to stone, but her dark eyes shone with suppressed fury. “I told you, Mrs. Gittings wanted to make a big show. I did not like it. I just wanted to talk with the spirits, but she said no one would come unless we did those other things.”

Mrs. Decker sank back against the cushioned seat, not certain what to make of it.

“I will contact your daughter for you, Mrs. Decker,” Serafina said quickly, sensing that she was losing the confidence of one of her benefactors. “Now that Mrs. Gittings… She will no longer make me tease people so they will come back again and again. I can find out the truth for you. I will not even charge you a fee.”

“We’ll see,” Sarah said before her mother could respond. “It might be better if you just use this time to rest. How did you first learn to… to contact the spirits?” she asked to change the subject yet again.

“My mother used to read the cards,” she said. “I learned from her. When she died… I had to earn my own living. I am a good girl, Mrs. Brandt. I did not want to go to one of those houses where the men visit women.”

“Of course not,” Sarah said. Girls like Serafina, left alone in the world with no way to survive, too often ended up selling the only thing they had of value-themselves.

“I would sit on a street corner. I had a crate with a cloth over it to spread out the cards. I would tell people’s fortunes. I can also read palms. I was… very good,” she added, lowering her gaze modestly.

“It’s a long way from telling fortunes on a street corner to conducting séances on Waverly Place,” Sarah observed.

“Mrs. Gittings did that,” Serafina said simply. “She came by where I was working one day, and I told her fortune. She said I had a gift. She said I should not be wasting my talents for pennies. She said I could be rich if I would let her help me.”

“You must have been very excited,” Sarah said.

“Oh, yes,” Serafina said, remembering that time. “Nicola, he got work whenever he could, and we looked after each other, but we were always very poor. Sometimes we had no place to sleep. Mrs. Gittings said we would live in a big house and have anything we want.”

“And she brought you to that house?”

“Yes. She said she owned it, but I found out later she is only renting it. She did not even buy furniture for the rooms we did not use. She said there was no need, because we would be moving to a bigger house soon. We just needed a few more clients.”

“And did you get rich?” Mrs. Decker asked, having recovered from her shock about the gramophone.

Serafina looked at her with sad eyes. “She kept all the money for herself. She said she was saving it for our future. She said it was business, that we would need a bigger house, nearer to where rich people lived, and when we got that, we would have many more clients and make much more money and get truly rich.”

“I’m afraid that gives you and Nicola a very good reason to want Mrs. Gittings dead,” Sarah said.

Serafina looked up at her in surprise. “But without her, we would have nothing. We could not afford to rent a house ourselves, and we could not support ourselves if we went back to the streets.”

“Mr. Sharpe would have given you a house,” Sarah recalled, and suddenly realized she hadn’t finished telling Malloy what she knew about Sharpe. She’d gotten distracted by the cabinet when she was telling him about Sharpe’s experiences with the spirits.

“Mr. Cunningham probably would have, too,” Mrs. Decker added.

But Serafina was shaking her head. “Neither of them would have allowed Nicola to come with me. Men are too… too jealous, and I could not go without him. And if I did want to go with one of them, I did not have to kill Mrs. Gittings. I could just leave her,” she added reasonably.

Sarah had to admit she was making a good case. “Did Nicola get along with Mrs. Gittings?”

She lowered her gaze again. “He was angry that she would not give us our part of the money, but he did not kill her,” she added quickly. “She had the money locked in a safe, and if she was dead, we could never get it out.”

“What about that Professor fellow?” Sarah asked. “How does he fit into all of this?”

“He is Mrs. Gittings’s lover,” Serafina said baldly.

“He is?” Mrs. Decker exclaimed in surprise. “How very curious.”

Serafina seemed surprised at her surprise. “They have known each other for a long time.”

“How did they make a living before they met you?” Sarah asked.

“I do not know,” Serafina claimed. “But I do not think they are honest people.”

Sarah couldn’t help thinking that’s how Malloy would have described Serafina and Nicola, too.

“If Nicola didn’t do it, who do you think did kill Mrs. Gittings?” Sarah asked.

“I do not know, but it must be one of the clients in the room.”

“But we were all holding each other’s hands,” Mrs. Decker reminded her.

“If someone let go of Mrs. Gittings’s hand, she cannot tell us now, can she?” Serafina said grimly.

Sarah looked at the girl in surprise. Neither she nor Malloy had thought of this. “Who was sitting beside her?”

Serafina pressed her lips together, but Mrs. Decker said, “Mrs. Burke and Mr. Sharpe.”