The Dark Between Part 16

"Thought he'd be angry, but he just asked me to sit and offered me a drink, all friendly-like." He frowned, his hand moving to his chest.

"What is it? What did he do?"

"I remember feeling sleepy ... and then, when I started to wake up, I was in a different place. There was a pain in my heart, like I'd been stabbed."

"The gentleman stabbed you? Who was it?"

He tilted his head. "You sure ask a lot of questions. Are you thinking to get in on my scheme?"

"Not at all. It's just ... I'm only ..." She struggled for a proper response. "Kate is worried about you, Billy. If she could be here, asking these questions herself, she would. I need to know what to tell her."

After a moment he nodded. "All I meant was that it felt like I'd been stabbed, but there was no blood." His brow wrinkled. "It were funny what happened then. I saw myself. I saw the man standing over me, and my own body shaking and jerking. It were ... horrible." He shook his head sadly. "I need to find those papers, and then I must find Tec. Can't sit here talking to you."

"No, wait-tell me the name of this man!"

But already she was falling again into darkness.

When the dizziness finally eased and she opened her eyes, Kate's blurry face crowded her vision. Elsie blinked and squirmed. "You needn't get so close-it's hard to breathe."

"How is she?" Asher's voice came from behind her.

Kate backed away. "Are you awake now? Can you sit up?"

"I think so." Elsie grasped the hands Kate offered, allowing the girl to pull her upright. Her head was clear, but a thudding ache threatened to clamp around her temples.

"We shouldn't stay here much longer," said Asher, stepping into view.

Kate's grip on her hands tightened. "What did you see, Elsie?"

"I saw Billy."

"Did he speak to you?"

Elsie stared at her. "I talked to him for a long time. Did you ... I mean, could you hear any of it? Did you hear me, at least?"

Kate shook her head. "You were in a trance. Your mouth didn't even move."

"How odd. I've always wondered, ever since the spell my mother witnessed." Elsie tried to smile. "Billy said he was looking for Tec. He asked me where everyone was."

Kate leaned closer. "Did you ask him how he died? It was murder, wasn't it?"

Elsie closed her eyes again, thinking back through their strange exchange. "He said he was caught in the act of stealing letters from a gentleman's study. The man told him he'd turn him in to the police if he didn't do him a favor." She looked at Kate. "He wanted Billy to find him a tramp."

Kate's eyes widened. "A what?"

Elsie repeated the details Billy had given. "The gentleman wanted a drunkard for an experiment that would improve him."

"An experiment to improve a drunkard?"

"That's what I gathered," said Elsie.

"Who was this gentleman?" Kate asked.

Elsie shook her head. "Billy never said. I tried to get the name, but he slipped away. He seemed distracted-said he needed to find Tec."

Kate frowned. "Perhaps he doesn't know he's dead?"

Elsie's head began to throb in earnest. She reached for her bag and fumbled inside for the bottle. When she found it she pulled out the stopper and raised it to her lips.

"Oh, Elsie-not too much or we'll never get you home."

Elsie nodded at Kate and took one swallow. Then she closed her eyes and breathed deeply until the nausea eased and the thudding pain softened to a dull tapping.

"Last time you felt better after your seizure," said Asher softly.

She'd almost forgotten he was there. "Something's different," she said. "I provoked this vision, and it's by far the longest I've had. Maybe I stayed too long? I'm not certain."

Kate touched her arm lightly. "Do you think you can stand now? Can you walk?"

"I certainly don't wish to stay here any longer."

They each came to her side, placing their hands under her elbows and slowly raising her to her feet. She stood still, taking more deep breaths to steady herself, and nodded.

"Just a short walk back to Summerfield and you can rest," murmured Asher, his expression gentle.

Elsie smiled, for they were trying their best to be kind. Even Asher was curbing his usual skepticism, or at least being polite enough to keep it to himself for the moment. The Chlorodyne had soothed her aches and tremors, but it hadn't sorted the tangle of her nerves. How much of the dose would it take to wash away the memory of Billy's pitiful face as he searched the darkness for Tec?

Chapter 20.

Asher couldn't help admiring Elsie's determination as they made their way along Queen's Road. She had a great deal more pluck than he'd thought. But he still puzzled over her episode in Castle End. He didn't doubt the reality of her seizures. Never had. It was her interpretation of the visions that provoked his skepticism. The details were always a little too vague. Hints rather than facts. It seemed that a spirit could never give a direct answer to a simple question.

But why would she fabricate this tale of a tramp and an improving experiment?

"Oh," Elsie breathed, her chin lifting. "It's him."

He followed her gaze to find Philip Marshall and Simon Wakeham walking their way. The very sight of Wakeham made his heart plunge.

Dr. Marshall's eyes widened when he recognized them, and he quickly removed his hat. "Good morning, ladies." He nodded at Asher. "Mr. Beale."

"Mr. Wakeham and Dr. Marshall, how good to see you," Elsie said softly. "You've not yet made the acquaintance of our friend." She cleared her throat and turned to Kate. "Miss Poole, allow me to introduce Dr. Philip Marshall, a Fellow at Trinity College, and Mr. Simon Wakeham, a recent Trinity graduate ... and a member of the Metaphysical Society."

Kate's cheeks flushed a deep red. She opened her mouth to speak but seemed to choke on the words. Asher looked from her to Simon Wakeham, who frowned down at her.

"Ah," said Wakeham, his features relaxing. "I think I've already met your friend. You were the one at Martineau's, weren't you? The spirit apparition?"

Kate hung her head. "Yes."

"Strange sort of work for a young girl," Dr. Marshall said, studying Kate with a raised eyebrow.

"I was only trying to make a living after my mum died."

"You need not explain." Wakeham smiled. "We wouldn't hold you accountable for Martineau's deceptions. I suppose softhearted Thompson has taken you in? No doubt he felt guilty for disrupting your livelihood."

Kate straightened up. "Actually, sir, I demanded he make things right for me."

"Did you? I admire your gumption." Wakeham turned to Elsie. "Miss Atherton, what brings you to this part of town on a Sunday morning?"

Asher wondered if he'd suddenly turned invisible.

"We're returning from a service at Trinity," said Elsie, her voice now steady.

Dr. Marshall glanced behind him. "But we just came from there. We are now north of Trinity."

Elsie gulped audibly.

"What she means to say is that we stopped in for a few hymns," said Asher, "and then walked to-"

"We walked to Castle Mound," blurted Kate.

"Yes, we just came from Castle Mound," said Elsie. "You see, I remember playing there when I was a little girl. I wanted to show them where the Norman castle used to be."

"Of course-it's by the Thompsons' old house, which is where we were walking just now." Wakeham smiled. "Did you enjoy your ramble? More entertaining than a chapel service?"

Elsie started to reply, but Asher cut her off. "It was fine. Unfortunately, Miss Atherton has taken ill, so we must return to Summerfield."

"I am improving," said Elsie, returning Wakeham's smile.

"Please, allow me to help." Without waiting for an answer, Wakeham extended his arm to Elsie.

Asher thought the man gave him a reproving look as he tucked Elsie's hand around his arm, and he didn't like it. "We don't wish to keep you from your business," he protested weakly.

"No trouble at all, I a.s.sure you," said Wakeham.

They formed an odd group as they walked together, Wakeham and Kate on either side of Elsie, and Asher bringing up the rear with Dr. Marshall. The trio ahead of him chatted pleasantly, but every time Elsie smiled at Simon Wakeham, Asher felt his heart pinch.

"Are you weary yet, Mr. Beale, of being cooped up in that stronghold of lady intellectuals?" Dr. Marshall grinned. "Even Mr. Thompson is a bit of an old hen. You must come to Trinity this week-there are gentlemen to whom I wish to introduce you."

"I should be most grateful," said Asher, keeping his eyes on Elsie. If she continued to look at Wakeham that way, he might go directly to Trinity with the good doctor that afternoon.

Wakeham turned. "Can you believe they've not been out on the Cam yet, Philip?"

"I've only been here a week," said Elsie. "And I wasn't allowed to go when I was a child."

Kate sighed. "I've lived here all my life but never boated on the river."

"We must rectify this alarming gap in your upbringing," said Wakeham. "Shall we all go rowing this week?"

"That's a fine plan for an idler like you, Simon," said Dr. Marshall, "but I have my rounds at Addenbrooke's."

"Do you see patients there?" asked Asher.

"Not exactly, but I do a.s.sist another doctor with a ... unique ... sort of therapy. I'd be pleased if you would come see our work-perhaps later this week?"

"Ah well, that leaves me to do all the rowing," said Wakeham. "Unless Mr. Beale would agree to take an oar rather than visit a musty old hospital?"

At first Wakeham's challenge seemed kindly meant, but then Asher wondered if the young man was baiting him. Trying to make a fool of him, no doubt. "I'm mightily tempted by Dr. Marshall's offer," he said.

Kate turned her dark eyes to him. "Oh, Asher, what could be nicer than a row on the river?"

Elsie kept her head down, saying nothing. Almost as though she did not care.

"We'll see," he said.

Kate's knees had very nearly buckled when she recognized Simon Wakeham. Once she recovered, she'd fully expected that shock to boil into anger. In fact, she'd steeled herself for it. The heat had only flamed in her cheeks, however, not her blood.

She should resent him much more, considering how he'd yanked her from Martineau's chair and humiliated her that awful night of the seance. Wakeham was just as guilty as Mr. Thompson for getting her sacked, wasn't he? Yet she felt no overwhelming desire to hold him accountable. Billy's death made her shame seem a small thing.

And if she considered the matter from another angle, Wakeham's actions had set in motion something quite pleasant-several days of good meals and a comfortable bed, not to mention society with people her age who actually spent time outdoors in daylight.

Kate couldn't fail to note the way Elsie's face softened under Wakeham's gaze, how her cheeks dimpled when she smiled at him. Nor could she ignore the glower Asher directed at the handsome pair as they walked arm in arm-like that of a wolf who had failed to defend his territory.

In her mind, Elsie and Asher would each benefit from a swift kick in the rear. Something that would redirect their minds to the matter at hand, anyhow. They needed-well, she needed-to find out who killed Billy before the trail ran cold. She owed that to Billy, and she couldn't do it without them.

But rather than kicking, she joined them in waving farewell to Mr. Wakeham and Dr. Marshall at the college gate. Once the two gentlemen were out of hearing, she affected a casual tone. "I suggest we meet in the college garden before supper so we can discuss Elsie's vision in more detail."

Rather than answer, Elsie gazed dreamily into the distance, which only made Asher frown. Keeping a tight rein on her impatience, Kate stood still and waited. The seconds dragged by, but she refused to break the silence herself.

"Fine," Asher said at last. "If Miss Atherton feels up to the task."

Elsie blinked, as if waking out of a dream, and turned to him. "Quite up to it, Mr. Beale."

Kate managed a sober nod and turned away, waiting until she was a safe distance before she allowed herself to chuckle at their nonsense.

Later that afternoon, refreshed by luncheon and a nap, Kate borrowed an old quilt from Mrs. Thompson and, with Elsie's help, spread it upon an open patch of gra.s.s in the garden. Before long Asher joined them, settling on the gra.s.s a few feet away. He pulled a pencil and a battered notebook from his pocket.

"I think it's best to record all the details Elsie can remember."

Kate nodded, strangely cheered by this gesture. For the moment Asher seemed to be taking the spirit encounter seriously. "Elsie, why don't you tell us everything you recall? Don't worry about getting it in order-we can work that out when Asher's written it all down."

Elsie stared into the distance, her brow furrowed. "Billy said he'd been caught pilfering letters from a gentleman's study."