“Andie told me she drinks tea with a shot of Amaretto at night to sleep,” North said.

“Which somebody spiked.” Gabe leaned back against the counter. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I know why people see ghosts. They’ve been doped.”

“You are a good man,” North said, more relieved than he thought possible. “Let’s go tell Andie.”

But when they got to the doorway to the Great Hall and saw the séance in progress, Gabe stopped him.

“It’d be smarter to watch this,” he told North in a low voice. “See who’s benefiting from people believing.”

“It has to be Crumb,” North said. “She’s the one who’s been here with Andie and the kids the whole time.”

“Yeah, but what if somebody is paying her to do it?”

North looked at the people around the séance table, watching Andie talk to empty air. Southie wouldn’t drug Andie, but the rest…

Isolde, whose reputation rested on ghosts being real.

Dennis, who’d told him the night before that he could get a book sold if he ever really saw a ghost.

And Kelly, who needed the fraud for her big comeback.

“Okay,” he told Gabe. “Let’s watch.”

There’s a piece of each of them someplace in the house, May said. I don’t know where, I’d tell you if I did, but there’s a piece from each of them. Find that and burn it. I think that’ll do it.

“It didn’t do it for you,” Andie said. “You were cremated.”

Part of me is here, too, May said. You said I could stay. But not them. That bitch killed me and I want her gone.

“Okay, a piece of each of them. Like what? What are we looking for?”

But May had turned and was looking at the thing that Alice called Miss J. Get rid of her. Burn her out. I HATE HER.

The thing moved toward her, its empty eyes trained on her, and May laughed and went for it, and Isolde stood up and said, “End it, Harold, get them out of here,” and then they were gone, and the Great Hall was empty, and Andie sat back and thought, Something in the house.

“I have no idea what just happened here,” Southie said. “Was any of that tape usable, Kelly?”

“Yes,” Kelly said, all the animation in her voice gone when she looked at Southie. “Good, give it to me,” Southie said. “So Isolde and Andie can see it.”

“I’ll make a copy of it for you.” Kelly stood up.

“No, I’ll take the tape now.”

“No, it’s the property of the station.”

“But you didn’t have permission to tape here.”

“Of course I did,” Kelly said, outraged. “Isolde and Andie-”

“Don’t own the house and aren’t the guardians of the children.” Southie held out his hand to Bill. “You don’t really want to go to court for taping this, do you?”

“No,” Bill said and handed the tape over.

“Bill!”

“Three of us,” Bill said, disgusted, and Kelly grabbed him by the arm and dragged him over to the window and began spitting words at him, too low for the others to hear.

“Well, this has been a nightmare,” Isolde said to Andie.

“May says we need to find something in the house that belonged to them,” she told Isolde. “There’s something of theirs here.”

“We need to get the hell out of here,” Isolde said. “Harold says he doesn’t like it. He’s thinking about going back to Florida. And he hated Florida.”

“I couldn’t see anything,” Flo said, sounding disappointed.

“I couldn’t, either,” Southie said, cheerful again now that he had the tape. “It’s like listening to somebody else have a phone conversation. So explain to me again how I slept with a ghost?”

Dennis got up and left the table and went back into the dining room.

“Was it something I said?” Southie said.

“Of course, Harold hates Ohio, too,” Isolde said. “The big thing is, Harold’s getting cold feet.”

“He’s a ghost,” Southie said. “He always has cold feet.”

Isolde glared at him and he shut up. “It’s too dangerous, Andie,” she said, serious as death. “No more séances, I won’t do any more.”

“I just have to find out what it is that’s holding them here,” Andie told her. “I just need to know that.”

“No. More. Séances,” Isolde said.

“Then I’ll find out without you,” Andie said, and went to check on the kids before she searched the house.

North watched her go, and said, “So what did you learn from that?” and Gabe shook his head.

“I got nothing,” he said. “They’re all crazy.”

North saw him to the front door and then went to look for Andie, finding her in the library with the kids. “I need to talk to you,” he told her, and when she came out, he tried to take her into the sitting room, but Isolde was in there by the fire, looking exhausted, so he took her into the dining room, but Dennis was there, making notes-“The brandy’s gone,” he said-and North nodded and moved on to the kitchen.

“It’s almost five,” Andie said. “Talk to me while I make dinner.”

“Sit down,” North said, and Andie looked surprised, but she sat down. “You’ve been drugged.”

Andie blinked at him.

“Mrs. Crumb has been putting a hallucinogen called salvia in the liquor,” North said, “and in God knows what else. You’ve been systematically drugged since you got here.” And I let it happen.

“No,” Andie said.

“I should have been here,” North said, the guilt that had been pressing him down since he’d heard about the salvia finally breaking. “I sent you down here alone. I left you alone again.”

“North-”

“Salvia looks like a weed. Crumb grows it in Alice’s butterfly garden, then she makes it into tea and cuts the liquor with it. That’s why she decants it. Anybody who’s had a drink here has been doped.”

Andie started up from the table, and North said, “Gabe took samples of it and we dumped the rest down the sink. I’ve already talked to Mrs. Crumb and there’s a car coming from town to take her out of here. She’s packing now. She swears she didn’t do it-”

“She didn’t,” Andie said. “Crumb’s not the type to garden. It was May. The butterfly garden was May’s.”

“There is no May,” North said gently. “May died.”

“May possessed Crumb to do it,” Andie said, sounding calm even though what she was saying was insane. “You don’t understand, the ghosts are real.”

North nodded, trying to think of a way to reach her through the hallucinations. They had to have felt very real, especially since she was down here alone, nobody to talk to. “Have the ghosts ever told you anything you didn’t already know?”

“Yes,” Andie said. “May told me about earrings her boyfriend gave her. She told me how she died. She-”

“Those aren’t facts,” North said. “They’re things you could have made up in a hallucination.”

“No,” Andie said.

North shook his head. “Honey, you were drugged. I don’t know why Alice and Carter won’t leave, we’ll find that out now, but it’s not because of ghosts. There are no ghosts. Ghosts aren’t real.”

He watched her face as she struggled with the idea, her brain so soaked in salvia by now that it probably couldn’t separate fantasy and reality.

And he’d been in Columbus the whole time. Keeping in touch by phone. A real help.

“God, I’m sorry, Andie,” he said. “I’ll never leave you again, I swear.”

“They’re not real?” she said, looking distressed and confused. “They have to be real.”

“Imagine if they’re not,” he said, trying to break through. “Imagine if this has all been hallucinations. Maybe the conversations you had with May were things you had to work out for yourself. Maybe it was like talking to yourself and she’d say the things you couldn’t say.”

Something in that got to her.

“What?” he said gently.

“The first night we talked,” Andie said, looking almost sad, “she told me she was my younger self. She asked me who I loved and I said Will and then she said, no, who do you really love, and it was you.” She looked him in the eyes then. “We always talked about you. She had such a crush on you. She so wanted you to love her.”