Nothing moved in the darkened guest bedroom. Madame Margot thought, “She’s late.”
She’d roped Lady Pierce into her scheme, although the good Lady didn’t know the real purpose of the evening’s activity. The Angry Spirit (which had dogged Margot ever since a disastrous seance) demanded the sacrifice of a fetish (some feathers tied together with sinew, currently in the Lady’s possession).
Margot stepped quietly into the hallway, making for the Lady’s bedroom. She varied the rhythm of her stride to disguise her presence; Creaky creaky reveals the sneaky.
“Do Not. Exclude. The Lady.” The Angry Spirit’s new demand rattled Margot.
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