“Malloy,” she said, coming toward him through the front room. She was smiling the way she always did when she first saw him. Well, almost always. If there was no dead body involved. “You’re out early this morning.”

“I couldn’t wait to see my favorite girl,” he said and watched her eyebrows rise in surprise before turning to Catherine, whom he still held in his arms. “And now she tells me she’s getting married.”

Catherine laughed in delight.

“Have you found Nicola?”

They all turned to where Serafina stood. She’d followed Sarah out of the kitchen and was standing in the middle of the office, her hands clenched tightly at her waist. She looked very different today. She was wearing an ordinary dress instead of that black flowing thing she’d had on yesterday, and her hair was down and tied with a ribbon. She could have been a schoolgirl.

“No, I haven’t,” he said. “I thought the Professor might offer a reward, but it seems someone has stolen all of his money.”

Sarah and Maeve gasped in surprise, but Serafina’s reaction was much milder. She simply lifted her chin, almost defiantly.

“When did this happen?” Sarah asked.

“Sometime between when the séance started yesterday and this morning. The Professor thinks Nicola came back in the night. He has a key to the house.”

“He does not know the combination to the safe,” Serafina said.

“Do you?” Frank asked curiously.

Her dark eyes blazed. “Of course not. Mrs. Gittings, she would never trust us. She was afraid we would take the money and run away.”

“Maeve, why don’t you take Catherine over to visit Mrs. Ellsworth?” Sarah suggested.

Catherine made some inarticulate sounds of protest, but Maeve predicted she would receive a treat at Mrs. Ellsworth’s and promised to bring her back before Mr. Malloy left again. After a few minutes, Maeve had her buttoned into a jacket and out the door.

“Come in and have some coffee with us, Malloy,” Sarah said.

They all filed into the kitchen, and Sarah poured coffee for them. Malloy usually felt comfortable here in Sarah’s kitchen, but Madame Serafina’s unease was affecting them all. She sat stiffly in her chair, making no effort to taste the coffee or even to make eye contact.

“Does Nicola know how to break into a safe?” he asked baldly when the silence had stretched for a while.

“What?” Serafina asked. Plainly, this was not what she’d been expecting to be asked.

“Does he know how to break into a safe?” Frank repeated. “Somebody opened the safe, took the money out, and locked it back up again so the Professor wouldn’t know it was gone until he went looking for it.”

“Nicola does not know anything about safes,” Serafina said.

“Then what happened to the money?”

“How should I know?” Serafina snapped. She was angry. Not as angry as the Professor had been, but still angry. “Maybe he hides the money and pretends it is stolen to get Nicola in more trouble.”

Frank hadn’t considered this possibility, but the Professor had seemed genuinely upset. He’d looked like a man who had been robbed. “What about you?” Frank asked. “Do you know anything about safes?”

She seemed shocked. “No!”

Frank took a sip of his coffee. “If Nicola took the money, he’s probably on his way back to Italy by now,” he observed mildly.

“He will not leave me,” Serafina said with the confidence only young love can produce. Frank noticed she didn’t deny he’d taken the money, though.

He turned to Sarah. “Have you found out anything new?”

“Not really,” she said, glancing at Serafina. “But I did remember something I didn’t tell you yesterday.”

“What’s that?” he asked with a frown.

“I was telling you about Mr. Sharpe, about how I smelled roses when he was talking to his wife’s spirit,” she reminded him. “But before I could tell you everything, you ran out of the room.”

Frank nodded. That was when he’d remembered about the space behind the cabinet and gone to look at it himself. “What else do you know about him?”

“Remember Serafina said he wanted to take her away from Mrs. Gittings and set her up in her own house?” she asked, glancing at Serafina again. “In the séance I attended, he was asking his wife for advice about something, and Serafina told him to follow his heart.”

“I told him nothing!” she protested. “The spirits tell him. I do not even know what they say!”

Sarah ignored her. Obviously, she had forgotten she had confessed to having Yellow Feather tell the clients what Mrs. Gittings wanted them to hear. “He was thinking about doing something dangerous, and Serafina told him not to be afraid.”

“I told him nothing!” Serafina insisted.

“The spirits then,” Sarah conceded generously. “Someone told him not to be afraid and to follow his heart.”

“What was he thinking about doing that was dangerous?” Frank asked Serafina.

“I do not know,” she said sullenly. “You will have to ask him.”

Frank rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Now that’s a problem,” he said, “because Mr. Sharpe is a rich man with powerful friends. I can’t ask him anything, because if I do, I’ll lose my job.”

Serafina looked at him in surprise. “But you are the police.”

People like Serafina, powerless people with no money, were terrified of the police.

“Mr. Malloy is right,” Sarah was saying. “People like Mr. Sharpe and… Well, like all the people at the séance, they don’t have to be afraid of the police.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” Sarah was searching for an explanation the girl could understand.

“Because they have enough money to buy their way out of trouble,” Frank explained for her.

“Is this true?” she asked Sarah, outraged.

“I’m afraid it is.”

“Even if one of them killed Mrs. Gittings?” the girl asked.

“Probably,” Frank said. “No one wants to protect Nicola except you, and the others would be happy to see him charged with the murder, guilty or not, because that would mean they wouldn’t have to worry about any scandal touching them.”

The girl’s eyes filled with tears. “Mrs. Brandt, you cannot let him blame Nicola for this! He is innocent!”

Sarah turned to him with that expression he hated, the one that said she wanted him to do something he didn’t want to do. “Can you at least question them?”

Frank shook his head. “The boy did it. He’s the only one who could have.”

“No, that is not true!” Serafina cried.

“All the others were holding hands,” he reminded her. “If they moved, somebody would have noticed.”

“But what if one of the people on either side of Mrs. Gittings did it?” Sarah said too eagerly. “One of them could have let go of her hand, and before she could say anything, he stabbed her.”

“He?” Frank asked.

“Mr. Sharpe was on her left,” Sarah said. “He was thinking about doing something dangerous.”

Frank glared at her.

“Mrs. Burke was on the other side of her,” Serafina added. “Mrs. Gittings would not let her come back to see me again until she brought more money.”

“She was selling her jewelry,” Sarah reminded him. “And she was afraid her husband would find out.”

Frank didn’t want to hear any of this. “That’s far-fetched,” he tried.

“There is another way,” Serafina said.

They both looked at her in surprise.

“Another way to what?” Sarah asked.

“To… to free your hand,” she admitted reluctantly.

“What do you mean?” Frank asked, figuring this was some kind of trick, a desperate attempt to cast suspicion on anybody but DiLoreto.

“Please, put your hands on the table,” she said, moving the coffee cups aside as Frank and Sarah each laid their palms on the tabletop.

Serafina reached across with her left hand and took Frank’s right wrist. “Please, hold Mrs. Brandt’s wrist with your other hand,” she instructed him.

Frank took Sarah’s right wrist with his left hand, and she in turn clasped Serafina’s right wrist with her left hand.