'You think you're after someone who wants a greater share of the estate. Have you considered another motive? The heirs keep demonstrating a lack of interest in the legacy. Perhaps there's another cause for murder entirely.'

'Perhaps.' I'm not exactly a dummy. I'd considered that. But I couldn't come up with anything to connect these people any other way. Only the legacy offered any normal basis for bloodshed. I told him that. 'I'm open to suggestions. I'll tell you I am.'

He did some reflecting. 'How separate are your separate investigations?'

I explained it the way I saw it. Morley fretted, thinking my perspective too narrow.

'Good heavens!'

'Huh?'

Doom was staring past my shoulder. I had my back to the doorway. I turned.

Jennifer had appeared.

'Good heavens,' I said.

She looked like death warmed over.

Doom said, 'Come here, child. Instantly.'

I got up, put an arm around her waist. She was almost too weak to walk. She hadn't had strength enough to dress herself properly. 'Garrett...' There were tears in her eyes.

That's all she said. I led her to the seat I'd vacated. The light was better. What it showed me wasn't. She'd taken on the color the old man showed. 'It's after her,' I croaked. 'The spook.'

Doom looked at her a long time before he said, 'Yes.'

Morley looked at her, too. Then he looked at me. 'Garrett, let's take a walk. Doc, see what you can do for her. We'll be back.'

Numb, I didn't say anything till Morley started leading me upstairs. 'What are we doing?'

'That spook's been gnawing on the old man for a year, right? It never bothered anybody else. Right?'

'Yeah.' We were headed for my suite.

'Something changed that between last night and this morning.'

We reached the fourth floor, me puffing and renewing my vow to get in shape. 'I guess. But what?'

He unlocked the door with my key, held it for me. Once we were inside, he took down the portrait of my mystery blonde. 'Where'd you spend the night, Garrett?'

I looked at her. I looked at him. I recalled seeing her as I wandered home. I said, 'Oh.' That's all I had to say. It was a lot to swallow.

Morley went back into the hall, me tagging along. He said, 'Time to get an opinion on this from everyone.'

'Morley, this isn't possible.'

'Maybe not. I hope not.' He has no mercy sometimes. His tone was a hot flensing knife.

We returned to the room where Doom and Jennifer were. Doom was disturbed. Jennifer looked a lot better, though. He'd done something for her. She had strength and attention enough now to put herself into better array. Morley placed the portrait on a table nearby, face down. 'Peters. Would you get everyone in here? Garrett has something to show everybody.'

Peters had been hovering over Jennifer. He looked at me. I said, 'Please?'

'The General, too?'

'We can do without him for the moment.'

He was gone longer than I expected. I found out why when he came back. 'Cook and Kaid were up feeding the General. Garrett, he's d.a.m.ned near gone. Can't even sit up. Can't talk. It's like he's had a stroke. Or had all but the last ounce of life sucked out.'

Doom listened but said nothing.

'How soon will they be here?'

'Soon as they get him cleaned up. He fouled his bed. He's never done that before. He always got hold of Kaid or Dellwood. Most times he had enough strength to make it to his chamberpot.'

After that there wasn't much to say. I watched Doom fuss over Jennifer and Jennifer continue to improve. I tried not to dwell on what Morley had said without saying it in so many words. There are things you just don't want to believe.

Kaid and Cook came in, Cook grumbling steadily about the interruptions in her schedule. Morley said, 'Sit down, please. Garrett?'

I knew what I had to do. I didn't want to, for some reason that seemed almost outside me. But Garrett's got willpower. I looked at Jennifer. Too bad Garrett don't have a little more won't power.

'Snake Bradon was a remarkable artist but it seems he never showed his work. Which is a d.a.m.ned sin. He was able to capture the essence of what it felt like in the Cantard. He painted people, too. With a very skewed eye. This is one of his portraits. I managed to save it from the stable fire. It could be the key to everything. I want you all to look at it and tell me about it.'

Morley brought a lamp closer so there'd be more light. I lifted the painting.

d.a.m.n me if Jennifer didn't let out a squeak and faint. And Cook, who hadn't deigned to seat herself, collapsed a moment later.

'h.e.l.l of an impact,' I said.

Doc Doom stared at the blonde. He got the look Morley had last night. He shook himself loose, said, 'Lay it down again, please.' Once I had, he said, 'The man who painted that had one eye in another world.'

'He's got both of them there now. He was murdered night before last.'

He waved that off. It was irrelevant.

Morley asked, 'You see what was in the background?'

'Better than anyone with an untrained eye, I suspect. That painting tells a whole story. An ugly story.'

'Yeah?' I said. 'What is it?'

'Who was the woman?'

'That's what I've been trying to find out since I got here. n.o.body but me ever sees her. The rest of these people say she doesn't exist.'

'She exists. I'm surprised you're sensitive...No. I did say she'd manifest frequently. Sometimes they will attach themselves to a disinterested party, gradually trying to justify themselves before an impartial court.'

'Huh?'

Morley said, 'I get it. I was wrong, Garrett. She's not the killer. She's your ghost. She didn't need secret pa.s.sages to get in and out.'

'Morley! Morley. You know d.a.m.ned well that's impossible. I told you about...' Some sense wormed through my confusion. There was a crowd here. Was I going to be dumb enough to tell them all I'd fooled around with a spook?

Was I dumb enough to believe it myself?

'She's the haunt,' Doom agreed. 'There's no doubt. That painting explains everything. She was murdered. And it was the culmination of a betrayal so immense, so foul, that she stayed here.'

I had it. 'Stantnor killed her. His first wife. The one he got rid of. Supposedly he bought her off and sent her away. He murdered her instead. Maybe there is is a body in the cellar, Morley.' a body in the cellar, Morley.'

'No.'

'Huh?'

That was Cook, getting up off the floor. 'That's Missus Eleanor, Garrett.'

'Jennifer's mother?'

'Yes.' She moved to the table. She lifted the painting. She stared. I was sure she saw everything Snake Bradon put there, maybe stuff Morley and I missed. 'So. He did it hisself. He's lived a lie all these years because he can't give up that alibi. It wasn't no fumble-fingered doctor at all. That lousy b.a.s.t.a.r.d.'

'Wait a minute. Just wait a d.a.m.ned minute-'

'The story is there, Mr. Garrett,' Doom said. 'She was tortured and murdered. By an insane man.'

'Why?' My voice was in what you'd call the plaintive range. I wasn't calming down any. I couldn't get last night out of my head. That hadn't been any spook...Well, if it was, it was the warmest-bodied, friskiest, most solid spook there ever was. 'Doc, I need to talk to you in private. It's critical.'

We went into the hallway. I told him. He went into one of his reflections. When he came out a week later, he said, 'It begins to make sense. And the child? Jennifer? Did you sleep with her, too?'

Well, h.e.l.l. They say confession is good for the soul. 'Yes. But it was kind of her idea....' Stop making excuses, Garrett.

He smiled. It wasn't a salacious grin; it was a eureka kind of grin. 'It falls together. The old man, your princ.i.p.al, whose life she's been leeching slowly as she sets his feet upon the path to h.e.l.l, is drained this morning. She'd have had to do that to a.s.sume solid form with you. Then the other-her own daughter?-wounds her by taking you to her bed. You, the focus she's chosen to justify. You've been tainted. That has to be punished.' He got reflective again.

'That's crazy.'

'We're not dealing with sane people. Living or dead. I thought you understood that.'

'Knowing it and knowing knowing it are two different things.' it are two different things.'

'We have to talk to the troll woman. It would be wise to know the circ.u.mstances of those days as well as possible before we take steps. This isn't a feeble haunt.'

We went back inside. Doom asked Cook, 'What reason would General Stantnor have had for doing what he did? From what Mr. Garrett tells me, she was frightened of everything, had almost no will of her own. It would take great evils to animate her to the point where we'd have the situation that exists here now.'

'I don't tell no stories-'

'Cook. Can it!' I snapped. 'We have the General nailed here. He murdered Eleanor, evidently in extremely traumatic fas.h.i.+on. Now she's getting even. That doesn't bother me too much. I kind of like the idea of retribution. But now she's started on Jennifer. I don't like that. So how about you just puke up some straight answers?'

Cook looked at Jennifer, who hadn't yet recovered.

'I kind of hinted at it but I guess not strong enough. The General...Well, he was obsessed with Missus Eleanor. Like I told you. But that never stopped him from rabbiting around hisself, tumbling every wench who'd hold still while he threw her on her back. He wasn't discreet about it, neither. Missus Eleanor, naive as she was, figured it out. I can't tell you what she felt for him. She wasn't never one to talk or show much. But she had to be his wife. She didn't have nowhere to go. Her parents was dead. The king was out to get her.

'She was hurt bad by the way he done. Real bad. Maybe, because she was the way she was, lots more hurt than a deceived wife ought to be. Anyway, she told him if he didn't straighten up, she'd see if what was good for the gander was good for the goose. She wouldn't never have done it. Not in a million years. She didn't have the nerve. But that didn't make him no never mind. He thought everybody worked inside like he did. He beat her half to death. Maybe would've killed her if I hadn't of got between them. Anyway, he just went crazy after that. Poor child. Only time she ever stood up to him....'

I wanted to tell her to make the long story short, but it might not be smart to interrupt while she was puking her guts.

'Well, the poor child was pregnant with Miss Jennifer. She didn't know it yet. Naive child. Once she did figure it out, it was a day too late. I like to pounded his head for him but he wouldn't believe he was its dad. Not till she was gone. Him thinking that poor child was as loose as him! With who? I asked him. Was there anybody around the house? h.e.l.l, no. Not but him. And the child never went outdoors. Half the time she didn't even come out of her room. But try to convince a fool with logic.

'He put her through h.e.l.l. Pure h.e.l.l. Tormented her. Tortured her, I think. She had bruises all over. Trying to get her to tell him the name. I done what I could. That wasn't never enough. Only made him worse when I wasn't looking. And it got worse when the old General pa.s.sed.' She looked at me. There were tears in her eyes the size of larks' eggs. 'I swear, though, I never thought he killed her. I never believed that even when there was some whispers. If I'd of known it then, I'd of plucked off his fingers and toes and arms like plucking feathers off a chicken. How could could he of killed her?' he of killed her?'

'I don't know, Cook. But I'm going to ask.' I looked at Doctor Doom.

He asked, 'You intend to confront him?'

'Oh, yes. I sure do.' I grinned like a werewolf. 'He hired me to unravel his troubles no matter how much he didn't like what he learned. I'm going to give him apoplexy.'

'Take it easy,' Morley said. 'Don't get so upset you can't think straight.'

Good advice. I've been known to gallop around like a beheaded chicken when I'm excited, doing more damage to myself than to the bad guys. 'I've got it under control.' I glanced at Jennifer. She'd begun to recover while Cook was talking. She looked a little goofy, still, as she stared at the portrait of her mother. She seemed amazed and puzzled. She mumbled, 'That's my mother. That's the woman in the painting in father's bedroom.'

I looked at Peters. 'Why didn't you tell me that last night?'

'I didn't believe it. I guessed, but this painting doesn't look anything like that one. I thought I had to be wrong. That it was just a coincidence. Snake never saw her, anyway.'

Cook said, 'That's not true.'

'That's right,' I said. 'He came from the estate, didn't he? I should have thought of that. Did he know her at all?'

Cook shook her head. 'He never came in the house even back then. She never went out. But he would of seen her from a distance.'

Peters just shook his head. 'I didn't believe it.'

I recalled him and Kaid arguing after Morley and I left. Now I knew why. They'd been trying to make up their minds. 'What do we do about the ghost, Doctor?' At the moment I was on her side, despite what she'd done to Jennifer.

Not hard to understand. Last night she'd added adultery to the punishments visited upon Stantnor, twenty years after he'd convicted her. Then Jennifer and I had...But why shouldn't she consider Jennifer my victim, the way she'd been Stantnor's? Was there more to it than I knew? I supposed Doom could explain but I couldn't ask.

I shrugged. Go try to unravel motives and you'll drive yourself crazy. In my line you're better off dealing with results. That's much more straightforward.

Doom said, 'She has to be laid to rest. Her staying here and walking the night...That's far more cruel. That's more punishment that's undeserved. She needs peace.' He paused, apparently expecting comment. When he got none, he added, 'It's not my place to be judgmental. I suspect the man who killed her deserves all he's gotten and more. But my own ethics don't let me let the victimization go on.'

He was starting to look like a right guy despite his clown show. Most of the time that's the code I follow myself. Most Most of the time. I've been known to get involved and consequently stumble into some home-grown justice sometimes. 'I agree. Mostly. What next?' of the time. I've been known to get involved and consequently stumble into some home-grown justice sometimes. 'I agree. Mostly. What next?'

Doom worked his ugly face into a smile. 'I'm going to work a constraint on the shade that will keep it from draining any more substance off the living. The princ.i.p.al will begin to recover immediately. Once he regains some strength-this is just a suggestion-I'd like to call her up to confront him. A direct confrontation will leave her less reluctant to go to her rest, I think. And I have a feeling that an exorcism against a hostile shade would be very difficult here.'

'Yeah.' I reckoned he knew what he was talking about. And a confrontation sounded good to me.

'You can't do that,' Jennifer protested. 'That might kill him. He might have a stroke.'

n.o.body else much cared if he did. At the moment there was very little love for Stantnor around that place. Cook looked like she was considering ways she could help him across to the other sh.o.r.e. She'd raised him like her own but she was less than proud of him.

She said, 'I got to get back to work. Lunch is going to be late as it is.' She stomped out.