There was a door on the opposite wall, one that undoubtedly led farther into the building. It was a regular door, with a knob, and clear space beneath.

No light was visible beneath the door.

Creeping forward as quietly as possible, Ness crossed the room. He took the doorknob in his hand and gently turned it to the right.

The door opened.

Ness stood behind the door, following standard Treasury agent procedure. Despite the apparent darkness, it was always possible there was someone in that room. He would not make a target of himself.

Nothing happened. But Ness heard the tiniest sound, so quiet it was almost not there at all. Muffled. Indistinct. Were there words? Was it just a humming noise? The wind whistling through a crack in a window?

A floorboard creaked.

Ness put away the flashlight and took his weapon out of its holster. He always preferred to avoid guns. Even when rousting mobsters and rumrunners, even though he was a crack shot, he almost never drew his weapon. Led to more trouble than good, he thought.

This time his gun was going into that room first.

Back against the door, he swung through the opening, his weapon at the ready. He looked left, looked right, saw nothing. The stygian darkness permeated this room just as it had the last. He could see nothing. But there was still that noise…

Slowly, cautiously, he put away the gun, reached for his flashlight, and shone it into the center of the room.

There was a body, a body bound and gagged. Another victim.

Wait-no. He detected movement, squirming. It was hard to see clearly, but that body was still alive. That was a living, breathing person, someone he might still be able to save.

He took three steps forward before he could see clearly enough to make the identification.

Edna!

Her eyes went wide as soon as she saw him. She rocked back and forth, straining against her restraints. Was she trying to tell him something?

“Sweetheart. My God, what happened?” He grabbed the gag in her mouth and pulled it down to her neck. “How did-”

“Look out!” Edna screamed, shattering the darkness and sending shivers down his spine. “Behind you!”

The blow struck him on the back of the head, hard, delivered by some kind of blunt instrument wielded by someone with enormous strength.

He dropped to the floor, his head aching, confused, disoriented. He rolled over onto his back, squirming.

He saw that hideous face again. Hovering over him. Smiling.

Frank Sweeney.

“I thought you’d never get here,” he said, and then he swung the axe handle once again, and then for Ness the world became entirely black, and then it was nothing at all.

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His head throbbed. That was all he was aware of at first, all he could be certain about.

The next thing he realized was that he could not move. He was pinned down, immobilized. He was sitting in a chair but tied up, his hands behind his back, his legs tied to the legs of the chair.

But he was alive. That was the part that surprised him most. How could he still be alive-and intact?

And what had happened to Edna?

He was still in the brewery, still in the stark expansive room he had first entered, the one with the sloped floor that led to the tunnel. The overhead lights were on now. And there was a table, a table painted with blood, soaked with the remnants of countless victims.

Apparently he was going to be the next. If he just tipped forward a little, tilted at a ninety-degree angle, he would be spread across that table, unable to move or run or resist, just like all the other victims before him. The killer could lop at his head at his leisure. At his pleasure.

Ness pulled at the ropes that held his hands, burning his wrists. It gave, just a little. That was something. Maybe if he kept working. Maybe if he ignored the pain and kept pulling at it…

“Hello again, Mr. Safety Director.”

Frank Sweeney emerged from the darkness, still smiling, limping a little, carrying a chair in one hand and an enormous butcher knife in the other.

He placed the chair at the opposite end of the table and sat facing Ness, the knife spread across his lap. “Now this is an interesting role reversal, isn’t it? I hope you slept well.”

Ness found it hard to speak. His head was still cloudy, muddled. But one thought emerged clearly. “Where’s Edna?”

“The tramp left you.”

“I want to know what you’ve done with my wife.”

“Do you really care? About the woman who betrayed you? Or are you just reciting the lines you think you’re expected to say?”

“Tell me what you’ve done with my wife!”

“She’s safe.”

“Is she alive?”

“Does it matter? She’s out of your life.”

“I want to know what you’ve done with my wife!” Ness shouted, rattling his brain. “Answer me, Sweeney. Now!”

He smiled. “Call me Gaylord Sundheim.”

Ness closed his eyes. The man was mad, that much was clear. He was everything the alienist had said he would be and then some. He was nothing like the criminals Ness had spent his adult life chasing. He was something different, something utterly unfathomable.

He was playing with Ness, like a cat might toy with a crippled mouse.

“All right then, Gaylord. What are you doing with my wife?”

“Helping you.”

“How is kidnapping my wife helping me?”

“Well, you must admit, you weren’t having much luck finding me. I thought perhaps we should up the ante. Give you some added incentive. I gather you were able to solve the code on the postcard?”

Ness looked at him blankly.

“No? You found this place some other way? What a clever man you are. Well, the important thing is that you got here.”

“You wanted me to catch you?”

“I wanted you to come here.”

“Why?”

“Well, you took away my usual source of material, didn’t you? That was a naughty thing you did, Eliot. Burning Shantytown. Why did you have to do that? Was I really hurting anyone? Paring down the numbers of the bums and vagrants and crooks and whores? The dead and the dying.” He laughed a little. “The most dangerous game. I’ve hunted rabbits that gave me more trouble.”

“Perhaps it’s time to go back to the rabbits.”

“Perish the thought.” He playfully flipped the knife back and forth. “Do you remember what I told you? Back when I was the one tied to the chair and you were the one playing all high-and-mighty?”

“As I recall, you said you thought killing people would make you a god. Doesn’t look to me like it worked out for you.”

“No, it didn’t. And I was forced to ask myself-why? What was I doing wrong? And then it came to me. I’d been taking the easy way out. Selecting people of no importance, offering little resistance. Easy marks. I needed a challenge.”

“And that would be?”

“Killing my greatest enemy. You.”

Ness made no reply.

“I was getting a bit bored with the chase, to tell the truth. You were never going to catch me.”

“I did catch you. Your lawyer took you away.”

“Because you were being naughty. You broke the rules.”

“I was doing what I had to do to put away an insane murderer.” He paused. “And as it turned out, Merylo and I were right. You’re the Mad Butcher.”

“I suppose I am.”

“Shouldn’t you be at the Sailors’ Home? It’s after curfew.”

“Funny thing about that. Mrs. McGovern is no stricter about attendance now than she was before. Even after my cousin gave her a stern lecture.”

He glanced down at the knife in his lap. “This is my favorite. I have many. I keep all my knives and axes and things under the floorboards. You missed that, too.”

“It was dark.”

“You always have an excuse, don’t you? Did you find the bodies?”

Ness felt his skin crawling.

“I guess that means no. There are many, you know. I haven’t begun to share all the work I’ve done. I’ve just let a little bit of it trickle out at a time, just enough to keep you interested.”