TWENTY-SEVEN

The lecture hall was filled to overflowing the following day. Caroline and Adam barely managed to secure the last two seats in the back row.

"Elsworth certainly knows how to draw a crowd," Adam growled, settling into the chair next to Caroline. "I will give him credit for his theatrical talents."

"I told you that he was highly regarded among those who study psychical matters," Caroline said. She surveyed the murmuring audience and saw a familiar face. "Look, there's Mr. Otford. He is standing on the side, together with a number of other gentlemen. They are all holding notebooks and pencils. They must be correspondents."

Adam followed her gaze and shook his head in mild disgust. "This ridiculous séance is going to be a waste of time

as far as the police are concerned but it will no doubt sell a great many newspapers"

"Stop grumbling, Adam. You wanted to come here today.": "I could hardly ignore the opportunity to watch Elsworth in action."

Something in his voice caught her attention. "You do not like him, do you? Why is that? You only met him on one occasion and he did nothing to offend."

"I don't trust him. Blame it on masculine intuition" An odd thought struck her. "Adam?"

"Yes?" He did not look at her. He was occupied with an examination of the crowd.

"Are you by any chance jealous of Mr. Elsworth?" There was a short, disturbing pause.

"Do I have reason to be?" he asked in a very neutral manner.

"No, of course not."

"I'm pleased to hear that. Might be difficult to compete with a man who can levitate chairs and read minds."

The slight change in his tone allowed her to relax. If not actually jealous, Adam had, at the very least, been concerned about the possibility that she possessed warm feelings for Elsworth. She must not place too much stock in that. Nevertheless, she felt her mood lift.

"Never fear, sir," she said. "I have no doubt that if it proved necessary, you could levitate a chair or read a mind."

He gave her a quick, searching look. But whatever he might have said in response was lost forever because at that moment the curtain parted and a man walked out onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer intoned. "Your attention, please. As you know, Mr. Elsworth has generously agreed to make his unique psychical gifts available to the police for the purpose of attempting to solve the recent shocking murders of two mediums. He is willing to allow those of you in the audience to witness his efforts but he insists that there be no talking or unnecessary noise during the séance. No one is to enter or leave the room. The unique nature of the psychical forces Mr. Elsworth employs are extremely delicate and fragile. They can be severely hindered by loud sounds or too much activity."

The crowd hushed immediately. An air of expectation gripped the room. Although she privately shared much of Adam's skepticism, Caroline realized that she was tense with curiosity. What if Elsworth could obtain some clues through the use of psychical forces?

The lights dimmed, just as they had at the start of Irene Toller's demonstration of the planchette but not quite so dramatically. They went down slowly this time, creating a gradual heightening of excitement in the chamber. Eventually only the lamp on the table at the front of the room still burned.

"Allow me to introduce Inspector J. J. Jackson, who will conduct the interview with Mr. Elsworth," the announcer said.

The curtains opened again. Inspector Jackson walked out onto the stage. Caroline thought he looked decidedly ill at ease. Jackson acknowledged the audience with a curt nod and sat down on one of the two chairs at the table.

"I believe Mr. Elsworth is ready now," the announcer said reverently. "Please, no applause. He has spent the past several hours preparing himself for this séance. He must maintain his concentration"

Elsworth walked slowly through the curtains. The silver sneak in his dark hair gleamed in the dim light. Although it was midafternoon, he was dressed in formal evening wear. His black tail coat and trousers were faultlessly tailored. His white shirt and bow tie were crisp and elegant.

The man knew his stage lighting, Caroline thought. In the glow of the single lamp, his aristocratic features were strongly etched and made even more dramatic.

She leaned forward, trying to get a better view. There was something odd about his eyes. She couldn't be absolutely certain from this distance but it looked as though he was wearing theatrical makeup.

Adam touched her arm, making her start slightly. She turned her head. There was just enough light left to allow her to see his cold, scornful expression. He must have noticed Elsworth's makeup.

When Elsworth approached the table, J. J. Jackson seemed to feel that some action was required of him. He stood quickly and then sat down just as abruptly. He is nervous, Caroline thought. She did not blame him.

"Inspector." Elsworth's deep, resonant voice rolled effortlessly through the room.

He greeted Jackson with a bow that, to Caroline's mind bordered on mocking. Then he took his seat.

"Mr. Elsworth" Jackson's voice was thin and self-conscious. "Appreciate your assistance in this matter."

Elsworth inclined his head again, reached out and turned the lamp down so low that his starkly illuminated face was the only thing clearly visible to the audience. J. J. Jackson was reduced to a stiff shadow.

"I will do my best to aid the police in their search for the person who murdered Mrs. Toller and Mrs. Delmont, Inspector," Elsworth said. "I consider it my duty. Please ask your questions."

Jackson cleared his throat several times, pulled out a notebook and flipped through the pages.

"Can you, ah, speak to the spirits of Mrs. Toller and Mrs. Delmont, sir?" he asked, sounding awkward. Perhaps ask them to identify their killer?"

"No," Elsworth said. "I do not work that way. I am not a traditional sort of medium. I cannot contact the spirit world in the manner that Toller and Delmont claimed to be able to do. Frankly, I do not believe that it is possible to summon phantoms and ghosts from the Other Side."

In spite of the announcer's admonition, there were several murmured gasps of astonishment from the audience.

"My psychical powers are quite different from those of the average medium," Elsworth continued. "I cannot fully describe my metaphysical gifts to those who lack such talents themselves. Suffice it to say that, when I go into a trance, I am able to perceive things in a manner that goes far beyond the normal senses."

"Well, then, sir, can you perceive the face of the killer?" Jackson asked.

"Not as though I were looking at a photograph," Elsworth said. "But if you have the items that I asked you to procure for me, I might be able to tell you something of the individual who perpetrated these crimes."

"Yes, sir" Jackson reached into his pocket and withdrew a small object. "This is one of Mrs. Delmont's earrings" he plucked a square of embroidered linen out of a second pocket. "And this handkerchief belonged to Mrs. Toller."

""Thank you." Elsworth picked up the earring and the handkerchief and closed his eyes. "Please give me a moment to focus my powers."

Silence throbbed heavily in the room. After a moment,

Elsworth opened his eyes and stared intently out across the crowded chamber as though he could see through heavy shadows.

As she watched, Caroline could have sworn that his features seemed to grow more taut. His eyes darkened into eerie pools.

"Rage," Elsworth whispered. "The killer is a man in the grip of a great mad fury. I see him now in Mrs. Toller' house, striking blow after blow. He has killed once before. It has given him a dreadful courage. He knows that this time it will be easier and more satisfying."