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link between the two of you that will last the whole of your lives. You will likely have sons who may well marry his daughters and so
on. It's the way of the world." "I see what you mean." Hamilton shifted uncomfortably. "Nev- ,rtheless, in spite of your opinions, I am very glad that Norris's afety this morning did not depend upon Tiles's whim." "Tiles can be somewhat unpredictable, I'll grant you that much. But I think enough has been said on the sub)ect of the duel." Baxter sat forward and folded his hands on top of the desk. "Let's get down
co more pressing matters. We must find that damnable magician before he puts anyone else at risk with one of his mesmerism experi-
ments.
"I have agreed to help you, but I still cannot bring myself to
believe that he intended Norris to die." Hamilton rubbed the back of his neck. "The experiment went awry, that's all." "I'm not so certain that it was a failure."
Hamilton looked up quickly. "What do you mean?" "I suspect that the results of the affair may have been entirely satisfactory so far as the magician was concerned."
"What are you talking about? Why would the magician have wanted to get Norris killed?" "That's one of the many questions I wish to ask him. Now tell rne everything you can."
Hamilton sighed. "That won't be easy. I have never actually seen his face. He always wore his costume when he appeared among t1s. It was part of the game, you see." "I take it that he performed his act several times in front of you and your friends. There must have been some distinguishing characteristic that you can recall."
11 Well, he does possess a rather strange voice," Hamilton said.
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The sense of anxious dread grew stronger. Something was
wrong. Charlotte knew it in the same way that she sometimes knew other things, such as the fact that Baxter was not the dull, bland man that the rest of the world believed him to be and that
the harsh-voiced figure in the black domino was deadly.
She slammed the knocker once more. Perhaps she was too late.
The man with the broken voice might have already paid a visit to Juliana.
Calm yourself, she thought. Juliana might simply be away from home for a few hours. Perhaps she had gone shopping.
But where was the housekeeper? There was no point pounding again on the front door. It was
obvious now that no one would respond. Charlotte glanced down into the front area below the street. There was no sign of anyone about in the kitchens.
She had to get inside the house. She would not be able to rest if
she simply left this place and returned home.
With a quick glance at the street to make certain that no one was watching, she opened the small gate and hurried down the steps into the front area of the house. Down here she was safely out of sight of anyone who chanced to pass by on the street.
All was quiet in the small, paved space that served the kitchens. Charlotte peered through the windows. There was no one about
down there, either. She tapped sharply on a pane.
When there was no response, she tried the door. Locked.
The decision to break one of the windowpanes was difficult but
she could not come up with any other way to get into the house. It was too bad that Baxter was not with her, she thought. He was good at this sort of thing.
She took off her bonnet, held the brim so that it covered one of
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the small windowpanes, and then waited until a large carriage rum-
bled past. When the clatter of hooves and wheels was at its height, she swung her heavy reticule at the bonnet-covered glass.
The small pane shattered. The shards dropped to the kitchen floor. Charlotte waited a moment but no one came running to investigate.
She eased her arm through the broken windowpane and groped for the door lock.
She was inside in a matter of seconds. Housebreaking was a
surprisingly uncomplicated business.
She went through the kitchens to the stairs that led to the ground floor. "Is anyone home?" she called loudly. "Miss Post?"
An eerie silence was the only answer.
Her sense of foreboding increased as she slowly climbed the stairs. An unwholesome scent greeted her in the front hall. ,'Juliana? It's Charlotte Arkendale."
No response. She sniffed cautiously. The smoky smell was familiar. She recalled that Juliana used an exotic blend of incense to provide atmo-
sphere for her fortune-telling sessions.
This is different, Charlotte thought. Not the same fragrance as last time. But I know it. From where?
And then it struck her. This odor was very similar to the unwholesome incense that Hamilton and his friends had used in their private chamber at The Green Table. But there was a subtle difference. This time the vapor seemed darker, more acrid. "Juliana?"
The door to the small parlor that Juliana used for her fortunetelling sessions was closed. Charlotte could see tendrils of scented smoke wafting out from beneath it.
A terrible sense of urgency washed through her. She rushed down the hall to the door, grabbed the knob, and twisted frantically.
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The door was locked.
Shocked, she glanced down at the unyielding lock and saw the
key. Someone had deliberately locked the room from this side. 'Juliana. 11
Frantic now, Charlotte unlocked the door and yanked it open.
Great billowing clouds of incense curled out into the hall and swirled around her. It stung her eyes and made her head swim.
She stepped back quickly and grabbed her handkerchief from her reticule. Taking a deep breath, she folded the cloth once and
held it over her nose and mouth.
She dashed into the exotic black and crimson room. The incense
was so heavy in there that it appeared as though a fog had settled inside the parlor. Her eyes watered. She could take only a moment
to search for Juliana. She knew that she would not be able to stay in
this room any longer than she could hold her breath.
She almost stumbled over the low fortune-telling table. She looked down and saw several cards lying faceup. One of them had fallen to the floor. It depicted a shrouded figure holding a scythe. An unmistakable image of death.
She stepped around the table and looked toward the hearth. A bundle of crimson satin robes was tumbled on the floor next to the
scarlet sofa.
Juliana. Lungs burning, Charlotte rushed toward the prone figure on the
carpet. She could not tell if Juliana was dead or alive. There was no
time to check.
Holding the handkerchief with one hand, she grabbed one of
Juliana's ankles and started to drag her toward the door. Fortunately, Juliana's satin robes slid easily along the carpet.
But the door was very far away. She knew she would not make it
if she did not take a breath. She was already dizzy.
She inhaled cautiously through the handkerchief. The linen reduced the intensity of the incense but it could not
filter out all of it. At first Charlotte thought that it had had no
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effect. Then she watched in horror as the black and scarlet room
began to melt and dissolve before her eyes.
The incense, she thought. It was doing this to her. She must keep moving toward the door.
The weight of Juliana grew heavier. The parlor was a sea of
blood. The door was the entrance to hell. A monster waited on the other side of the threshold.
It's the incense. The incense. I must keep goingfortvard. One more step. just one more little step, she promised herself. Then she could take a breath.
She pulled Juliana through the doorway to Hades . . .
. . . and found herself on a cool tile floor.
She tore the handkerchief away from her face and sucked in the
less tainted air of the hall. A violent fit of coughing overcame her.
"Bloody hell. Charlotte." "Baxter. Baxter, I'm here."
The sound of his voice was more invigorating than any tonic. She took another gasping breath and wiped her tearing eyes. She blinked several times and saw Baxter striding toward her through the light haze. He had entered the house via the kitchens, just as she had.
,'What has happened here?" he demanded in a soft and terrible
voice.
"Thank God, you came. I am so glad to see you. It's Juliana. I do not know if she is still alive."
She could not focus properly on Baxter. As he came toward her he appeared to shift and re-form in some subtle fashion. It was as if he were transmuting back and forth between two different states of being, one human and one . . . something else. Something dangerous. His alchemist's eyes burned too brightly in the incensetainted haze.
Baxter searched her face. "Get out of here. Quickly. I shall attend to Miss Post."
"There is so much of this strange vapor." Charlotte frowned.
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The hall did not look quite right. The staircase had slid several feet to one side. "I fear there is a fire in the parlor." "I'll check after I get you and Miss Post into the carriage. Move, woman. No, not the kitchen stairs. For God's sake, use the front
door. It's closer."
"Yes, of course." She could not think clearly. Everything was
wavering, turning different colors, changing shape. She felt as
though she were moving through a dream, a nightmare.
She swung around and lunged for the doorknob, which was floating in the fog. She barely managed to grab hold of it before it
took flight. She struggled with it.
"Open it," Baxter ordered in a voice that cut through the crim-
son haze.
Summoning all of the willpower she possessed, she wrenched at
the doorknob. To her infinite relief, it turned in her fingers. The door opened.
Fresh, crisp air rushed into the incense-laced hall. She breathed deeply as she staggered down the steps. The world steadied a little.
She saw Baxter's carriage on the street in front of the house.
She tried to move toward the cab door but it seemed to shift
position and size when she reached for the handle. "Here, now, Miss Arkendale, I'll handle that for ye.". The coachman jumped down from his box and grabbed the door from her fumbling fingers. "There ye go."
He put a firm hand under her elbow and propelled her into the carriage. Charlotte fell onto the seat. She glanced through the window and saw that Baxter was right behind her. He had tossed Juliana over one shoulder.
"What's happenin' in there?" the coachman asked. "House fire?
Shall I summon aid, sit?" "I don't think there's a fire." Baxter dropped Juliana onto the
floor of the carriage. "Hold a moment. I'll go back and take a closer look. "
Charlotte's head was beginning to clear. She leaned out of the
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arriage window. "Baxter, be careful. That incense is most unwhole-
sorne.
He did not respond. She saw him jerk a handkerchief out of his pocket as he went back through the front door of the house. She waited anxiously until he reappeared a moment later.
"No fire. just a brazier heaped with incense. Nasty stuff. It will soon burn itself out." Baxter glanced at the coachman as he vaulted
ito the carriage. "Miss Arkendale's house. Kindly cl@o not waste any me. I don't want to loiter about in this neighborhood." "Aye, sit." The coachman slammed the cab door and leaped up onto the box.
The vehicle set off down the street at a brisk clip. Baxter settled himself on the seat across from Charlotte. His eyes were very fierce behind the lenses of his spectacles. "Are you all right?"
11 Yes." She looked down at Juliana sprawled on the floor of the
carriage. "And Miss Post is alive, thank heavens."
Baxter leaned down to touch the side of Juliana's throat. "So she is."
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"Yes." Baxter studied Juliana. His face was set in hard, bleak lines. "I do not believe that Miss Post was accidentally overcome by that incense."
Charlotte met Baxter's eyes across Juliana's motionless form. "The magician tried to murder her." "Yes."
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U/is name is Malcolm Janner. I loved him and he tried to kill me." Juliana, freshly bathed and garbed in one of Ariel's wrappers,
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huddled on the sofa in front of the parlor fire. Her voice was still
hoarse from the smoky incense. Her eyes were reddened and damp with tears. "I thought he loved me."
Charlotte paused in the act of pouring another cup of tea. She
touched Juliana's hand. "He is a monster. Monsters do not respond to love. "
Baxter stirred slightly near the mantel. Charlotte felt his gaze on her. When she glanced at him, she saw that he was watching her closely. But he made no comment.
She turned back to Juliana. "What happened today?" "He asked me to read the cards for him. He does that quite often. It was one of the things I never comprehended about him . "What do you mean?" "Malcolm is a man of keen intellect but he is obsessed with
metaphysical and occult science. He believes that I really can tell
fortunes. Indeed, I think that was the reason why he pretended to
love me. I never dared to let him know that my fortune-telling skills were nothing more than an act I had created in order to make
my living." "Why the incense?" Baxter asked.
Juliana glanced at him. "He is forever experimenting with it.
He has created a special mixture that he says heightens the faculties and elevates one's sense of awareness. He feels it helps him contact the forces of the metaphysical plane." "Was that what was burning in the brazier?" Charlotte asked.
"Yes. But the incense is very potent. It must be used carefully. A small amount of it has the effect of altering the way one perceives things. But too much can kill."
"There was certainly far too much of it in your parlor today," Charlotte said.
"After I read the cards for him this morning, he put more
incense on the brazier." Juliana closed her eyes in mute anguish. "When I told him that it frightened me, he said that he would make certain that I was safe. He put on his mask, the one he dons
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whenever he wishes to remain unaffected by the incense. I grew very dazed and disoriented." "Go on," Charlotte said gently.
Juliana opened her eyes. Tears streamed down her face. "He picked me up. Placed me on the sofa. I thought he was going to make love to me as he often does after I read the cards for him. I could no longer see him clearly but I shall never forget his voice
when he told me that he did not need me anymore. That I had become a problem. He promised that I would feel no pain. I would sImply go to sleep and never awaken."
"Dear God," Charlotte whispered. "You were on the floor when
I found you. You must have fallen from the sofa."
Baxter frowned. "That is no doubt what allowed you to live
long enough for Charlotte to discover you and pull you to safety, Miss Post."
Juliana glanced at him in wan surprise. "What do you mean?" "In the course of my experiments I have frequently observed that smoky vapors tend to be lighter than other airs. In a sense, they seek to rise and float above them. The air that was closest to the
floor in your parlor therefore remained less tainted with the in-
cerise.
Charlotte was impressed. "A very clever analysis of the situa-
tion, Baxter."
He gave her a wry look. "Thank you. I like to think that not all of my time in my laboratory is wasted."
Juliana shuddered. "Whatever the case, I owe my life to you, Miss Arkendale. If you had not come to see me when you did, I would have expired from the effects of that ghastly Incense. What stroke of fortune made you decide to visit me today?" "It was not fortune," Charlotte said briskly. "It was logic. And, well, perhaps a bit of luck. Let us say that I had obtained some
information that caused me to conclude that the voice of this man of mystery was the key to the whole affair. You were the one person I knew who could quite possibly put a face to that voice."
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Juliana gripped the lapels of her wrapper. She stared into the
flames. "Malcolm hated his voice. He said it was an outrage that he had been stricken in that manner."
Baxter watched Juliana for a moment. "I spoke with my brother today. He confirmed that the so-called magician who amuses the
members of the Green Table club possesses a voice that is unusually harsh. "
Charlotte looked at him. "According to the person I interviewed this morning, so did the man who killed Drusilla Heskett. And the
man in the black domino who spoke to me last night at the mas-
querade ball also had a strange, rough voice." "Bloody hell," Baxter muttered. "Why did you not tell me all
thi s?"
"There has been no opportunity." "It must be Malcolm," Juliana whispered. "He established The Green Table club and lured young men of important families into it. It was all part of his plan." "What is this grand scheme?" Baxter asked. "Is he out to de-
stroy the gentlemen of the club?" "Destroy them?" Juliana appeared genuinely startled. "Of course not. Why on earth would he do such a thing?"
Light glinted on the lenses of Baxter's spectacles. "Some people will go to great lengths to gain revenge. If this magician harbors some grudge against the young men he enticed into the club, he might have thought to arrange their deaths through the use of
