CHAPTER FORTY
“What you are proposing is fantasy.”
“And yet you know with certainty the twin was dead. Is dead.”
“Yes.” Polidori’s cigar was burning down close to his fingers. He held it to his lips, drawing in the last of its muskiness then allowing its smoke to drift from the side of his mouth. “Perhaps it is best you inspect my basement, Officer Hamilton. Ensure the door is bolted.” He hesitated. “But also please secure our two remaining victims. You will find cord in the cupboard, adequate to tie them down. If what you surmise is correct, then James’s twin will be back, and he might not be the only one stirred from death.”
Mary reached over and grasped Polidori’s hand as Hamilton slipped out the door. “You believe what we read in Phantasmagoria is real?”
“What legend doesn’t conta
