“Are you trying to tell me that my father has come back from the dead to warn me of danger?” Concordia demanded.
“Your father’s spirit,” Madame corrected.
Concordia tried not to roll her eyes.
They were in the parlor with David, Sophia, and Mrs. Adams. Jacques Durand was busying himself with packing up the various incense trays and other spirit paraphernalia. Lieutenant Capshaw and the family attorney had gone to the study to open the safe.
“Why didn’t my husband’s spirit come to us? We weren’t even trying to summon Miss Wells’ father,” Lydia Adams complained.
Madame put a soothing hand on Mrs. Adams’ arm. “The spirits, sometimes they do not behave as we wish. Perhaps it is too soon, and your husband has not crossed to the other side? Do not worry. We can try another time.”
“But wh
