“No, this is awful. They’re dangerous, Dennis, they want the kids and the house and they kill people who get in their way.” She looked at the sketches again. “They might not be happy about this. I think you’d better leave first thing tomorrow.”

“Leave ghosts?” Dennis said, incredulous. “No, I’m here to help you. In fact, I might stay and study them after you’re gone, if that’s all right.”

“The housekeeper’s gone,” Andie said. “And it’s dangerous.”

“I don’t need a housekeeper,” Dennis said. “I can be the housekeeper, I’ll take care of the place for you, just let me study them. Can we have another séance tomorrow? I know Isolde is against it, but if I can just talk to them this time, like you do-”

“No,” Andie said, standing up. “If you see Isolde before I do tomorrow, tell her I need to talk to her before she leaves.”

“She can’t leave,” Dennis said. “There really are ghosts here.” He sounded as if he were saying, “The circus really is here!” with all the happiness and wonder of a little kid.

“Good night, Dennis,” Andie said, and went back upstairs to North.

“The kids are asleep in the nursery,” he said when she went into the bedroom where the gas fire was now burning. “I put the fire on in here, too.”

“I know you don’t believe, but the ghosts are real,” Andie said. “Dennis saw them, too.”

“Dennis was drunk on doped brandy,” North said.

“They’re real.” Andie sat down on the edge of the bed, too tired to be open-minded.

North pulled back the covers, and she fell back against the pillows as he climbed in bed beside her. “Let’s just get the kids out of here,” he said, putting his arms around her.

She curled against him, grateful he was there, even if he was clueless about what they were facing. “Yeah. Let’s do that. Do you have a plan?”

“I’ll have a plan tomorrow.” North kissed her forehead. “Go to sleep. You’ve had a rough day.”

“Tomorrow,” Andie said, wondering what the hell she was going to do tomorrow that was going to make any difference as she fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning, Andie met Isolde at the bottom of the stairs on her way to make breakfast.

“Dennis saw the ghosts,” she told the medium.

“I know, he told me,” Isolde said. “Fucking amateurs.”

“He wants another séance.”

“Over my dead body.”

“Don’t say that here,” Andie said. “Just help me exorcise the dead we already have.”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Isolde said. “Did you see Dennis’s drawings? The woman had a locket.”

“Yeah,” Andie said, trying to remember.

“I think it’s the locket Alice is wearing.”

Andie stopped at the foot of the stairs. “She told me it was a treasure. Maybe that means she found it. Are you sure it’s the same one?”

“Dennis has the drawing.”

Andie picked up speed and went into the dining room where all Dennis’s work was still spread out. She sorted through the papers until she found the drawing of Miss J.

The drawing wasn’t great, but that was Alice’s locket.

“It’s the same one,” she said to Isolde and then realized Isolde wasn’t with her. “Isolde?”

She went out into the Great Hall and Isolde came out of the sitting room to join her, pale as death.

“What’s wrong?” Andie said.

“We have to call the police,” Isolde said, and Andie thought, Oh God, no, something really bad has happened this time, and tried to go into the sitting room.

Isolde stopped her.

“It’s Dennis,” she said. “He’s dead.”

Fourteen

Andie had gone into the sitting room while Isolde called 911. Dennis was sitting there on the green-striped couch, leaning against one of the green-striped bolsters by the arms, staring straight ahead, looking not that different from when he was alive except that he wasn’t blinking, but Andie knew instantly because there was no heh heh, no asthmatic cough, no lame jokes, nothing. So when she sat with him, and took his cold hand, and said, “Dennis, I’m so, so sorry,” she knew he wasn’t there. She just didn’t know what else to do.

North came in and said, “Isolde just came to get me. Andie, I’m so sorry,” and she knew how he felt, impotent to help her, because she felt the same way for Dennis. Then the EMTs arrived, and Andie stood back and let them work, letting North answer their questions, helping him when he didn’t know the answers, part of her still believing Dennis would wake up, that he’d come walking in from the kitchen later with some banana bread, saying, “This is really extraordinary,” and ask for a brandy. Then she went up to the nursery and found the kids sitting together in front of the fire, Carter’s arm around Alice, Alice’s arms around his waist, waiting for her to tell them why there’d been sirens outside.

“What happened?” Carter said.

“Dennis died,” Andie said, and Alice’s face crumpled.

Andie went over to the window seat and sat down, putting her arms around both of them. Alice reached out as she wept and wound her fist into Andie’s sweater, pulling her closer to Carter, huddling between them.

“They killed him,” Alice sobbed. “And he was nice!”

“He was good man,” Andie said, holding her close. “He died very quickly of a heart attack, and he didn’t suffer. I don’t think the ghosts killed him, Alice. I think he was really happy when he died because he’d seen the ghosts in the séance. He’d always wanted to, you know.”

“They killed him, they killed him,” Alice wailed.

“No,” Andie said, holding her close. “He wasn’t trying to take you away. Why would they hurt him?” Unless he’d found out something else about them…

“Why did he have a heart attack?” Carter said, no emotion in his voice at all.

“He’d been drinking a lot and the séance really excited him.” Plus he was doped to the gills on salvia. “Maybe he just had a weak heart.”

Carter had that stubborn look on his face. “He didn’t look sick. One of the teachers at my school had a heart condition and he was really pale all the time. Dennis looked healthy.”

“It can happen like that. Sometimes hearts just blow out.”

“Do you think he’ll come back?” Carter said, and then the emotion was there, guilt and worry and a need for comfort. “Like Aunt May did?”

“No.” Andie smoothed his hair back and for once he didn’t flinch. “I think he’d done everything right in his life, and I don’t think he had any unfinished business. I think the only thing he really wanted to do, even though he wouldn’t admit it, was see a ghost. And he saw a ghost.”

“Which one?” Carter said, tense again.

“All of them,” Andie said. “He talked about how beautiful your aunt May was.”

“Which one did he see when he died?” Carter said.

“I don’t think any. I was in the dining room with him before he died, and he was definitely excited, but the room was warm and I didn’t see anybody in there.” Carter relaxed, and then she said, “I’m pretty sure he was alone when he died.”

“You weren’t with him?” Carter said, tense again.

“I went to bed.” I left him alone. “Isolde found him in the sitting room this morning.”

“You weren’t with him when he died.”

“No,” Andie said.

Carter looked down at Alice who had stopped crying now.

“What?” Andie said.

“The ghosts killed him,” Carter said, and Alice nodded sadly.

“Ghosts can’t kill people,” Andie said. “They can’t touch-”

“There was a big black cloud and Aunt May screamed,” Alice said. “It was Miss J. I bet she killed Dennis the same way.”

“Listen,” Andie said. “We have to talk about you leaving. It’s too dangerous to stay here, the ghosts are too strong now. So we have to figure out a way to do this.”

“We can’t,” Alice said, starting to cry again.

“We can do anything,” Andie said. “Don’t cry, think.”