* * *
When Miss Malone awoke on Saturday, June 5, 1926, she saw one of the journals sat open on the table where sheâ€™d stacked them up the night before. She didnâ€™t think sheâ€™d left any of them open when she went to bed that night. It was morning but all of the curtains remained closed so the room was filled with shadows. She listened without moving but heard nothing.
â€œMiss Kennedy!â€ she called.
She heard a groan from the cracked door across the foyer hall; Miss Kennedyâ€™s room was on the first floor.
â€œDid you happen to come back out and read more journals while I was asleep?â€ Miss Malone called.
â€œWhy would I do that?â€ Miss Kennedy called.
â€œSeems like someone did.â€
â€œYep. One of the journals has been opened.â€
â€œIâ€™ll be right there.â€
Miss Malone looked at the journal and read some of the lines there. It was the oldest of the journals and open to notes on casting a spell. She thought it was the spell calling someone or something called Candle Cove. Miss Kennedy entered the room, gun in hand.
â€œWhat book were you reading?â€ Miss Malone said. â€œDo you remember which one it was?â€
Miss Kennedy pointed to the pile of books, to the one second from the bottom.
â€œNot that one,â€ she said, pointing at the book now in Miss Maloneâ€™s hands.
â€œWell, it was open to this page,â€ Miss Malone said.
â€œYou sure you didnâ€™t bump it in the night?â€ Miss Kennedy asked.
â€œIf Iâ€™d bumped it, would it open a book?â€ Miss Malone said.
â€œYou never know!â€
â€œI think we should keep a close eye on these journals at all times.â€
â€œItâ€™s almost as if they have a mind of their own.â€
â€œMaybe they do.â€
â€œI donâ€™t know anymore. I wonder if that sorceress lady has a way she can leave her body.â€
â€œIs there anything in the books that says that?â€
â€œThereâ€™s a lot of stuff in the books I havenâ€™t gotten to yet. If you can leave your body to go into another body, you might just be able to leave your body and come back to the same body.â€
â€œHm. Maybe. But sheâ€™s â€¦ Lily â€¦ whatever she is â€¦ is pretty knocked out.â€
â€œYeah, but her spirit is different.â€
â€œThis is getting deep - no.â€
â€œJust because itâ€™s deep doesnâ€™t mean itâ€™s not true.â€
The doorbell rang. Miss Malone closed the book.
â€œIâ€™m going to go check â€¦ you â€¦ you take those books and go to my bedroom,â€ Miss Kennedy said, pointing to the door across the hall from the sitting room. â€œIf itâ€™s a policeman, Iâ€™m going to have to let him in. Go in the bedroom.â€
Miss Malone grabbed the books and her burglarâ€™s bag and limped to the bedroom.
Miss Kennedy peeked out of the doors into the foyer. Through the front door windows, she could see the policeman outside.
â€œComing,â€ she called.
â€œShould I not tell everyone to be quiet?â€ Miss Malone whispered to her.
â€œYou can go upstairs after you put the stuff in the bedroom,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
Miss Malone went into the bedroom and found a belt. She wrapped it securely around the journals and hooked it as best she could, leaving the books on the side table. Then she headed upstairs to tell everyone to be quiet. She found Mrs. Upton just getting up.
â€œMrs. Upton, donâ€™t poke out your head,â€ Miss Malone said. â€œThereâ€™s police officers, okay?â€
â€œA-Alright,â€ she said, confused.
Miss Malone continued up to the attic where she found Washington and Lily both asleep. She waited where she could watch the stairs. It was stiflingly hot in the attic.
* * *
Miss Kennedy, meanwhile, opened the foyer door and walked to the front doors. She opened one of them and the policeman nodded at her.
â€œHow can I help you, sir?â€ she asked.
â€œUh, yes maâ€™am,â€ the officer said. â€œIâ€™m Officer Jenkins with the Providence Police Department. Weâ€™re conducting a house-to-house search in hopes of finding this kidnapped little girl.â€
â€œOh!â€ Miss Kennedy feigned surprise. â€œYou mean the one that happened that way?â€
She pointed to the southwest in the general direction of the Upton house.
â€œCouple of days ago, yes maâ€™am,â€ he said.
â€œWhy would you be searching the town?â€ she said. â€œWouldnâ€™t they have gotten out?â€
â€œWe are trying to take every precaution we can, maâ€™am,â€ he said.
â€œUh â€¦â€ she said, looking rather perturbed. â€œIâ€™m pretty sure thatâ€™s not legal.â€
â€œWell, maâ€™am, we are trying to make sure that everyone is safe. Thereâ€™s some fears that Washington might have taken someone hostage in this neighborhood and is hiding out in their house. Or their outbuildings. Thatâ€™s why weâ€™re looking.â€
â€œUnderstandable but â€¦ seriously? Why would he stay here?â€
â€œI â€¦ donâ€™t â€¦ possibly because he couldnâ€™t get out of town. Apparently the vehicle he was using was torn up pretty badly. As I said, itâ€™s voluntary but Iâ€™d like to take a look around if you donâ€™t mind.â€
* * *
Upstairs, Miss Malone could barely hear the conversation but was worried at how long Miss Kennedy had talked to the police officer. She woke up Washington.
* * *
â€œI donâ€™t really know if I should let you in or not because Iâ€™m not familiar with the law,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œUh â€¦ very well,â€ Officer Jenkins said. â€œHave you seen a negro?â€
He gave her a fairly accurate description of Quincy Washington.
â€œHe would be possibly accompanied by several women,â€ he said.
He gave her a description of Lily Mitchell and Mrs. Upton.
â€œI havenâ€™t seen any,â€ Miss Kennedy said. â€œBut, you say it happened a couple days ago?â€
â€œYes maâ€™am,â€ he replied. â€œIt happened on Thursday.â€
â€œI did hear the sirens, was that it?â€ she said.
â€œYes maâ€™am,â€ he replied. â€œYes maâ€™am. Weâ€™re just trying to make sure that heâ€™s not hiding out in someoneâ€™s house, so weâ€™re conducting searches.â€
â€œThat would be dreadful.â€
â€œI just donâ€™t want anyone in my house, you know: lady, private things. And I donâ€™t feel comfortable with that.â€
â€œI understand, maâ€™am.â€
â€œCould you come step outside the house for a moment?â€
She stepped out, pulling the front door shut behind her.
â€œNothingâ€™s wrong in your house, is it?â€ he said.
He had his hand on his pistol and was looking very carefully through the glass windows of the front door.
â€œThereâ€™s nothing here, I just donâ€™t feel comfortable with anyone in there,â€ she said.
â€œYou would tell me the truth if you have friends or relatives in danger in there?â€ he said.
â€œNo one,â€ she said. â€œMy familyâ€™s all in Jersey right now.â€
â€œAll right,â€ he said. â€œAll right. Very well. You mind if I check the grounds?â€
â€œYou can check around it, yeah.â€
â€œAll right, Iâ€™m going to walk around the grounds, make sure thereâ€™s nobody hiding, thereâ€™s nothing suspicious or of that nature. Iâ€™ll come back and knock on your front door when Iâ€™m finished. Is that all right?â€
â€œYou can check the garage if thereâ€™s someone in there.â€
â€œDo you keep your garage door locked?â€
â€œNo, I donâ€™t keep it locked.â€
â€œOkay, Iâ€™ll look in the garage as well.â€
He seemed to have lowered his guard and she pretended to be nervous. She guessed the officer worried Washington was in the house but holding her family hostage while she talked to police.
She returned to the house and found Miss Malone leaning over the railing from the second floor.
â€œHeâ€™s checking the grounds to make sure thereâ€™s no activity,â€ Miss Kennedy said to her. â€œI think theyâ€™re worried people might be held hostage by Quincy.â€
â€œI donâ€™t know,â€ Miss Malone said. â€œItâ€™s not wrong.â€
â€œIf only it was Quincy holding us hostage,â€ Miss Kennedy said. â€œAnd not the other way around.â€
â€œTrue,â€ Miss Malone said. â€œWell, is he going to come check the house?â€
â€œNot in the house, just around it. He might want to talk again so just duck your head.â€
The police officer rang the bell about 15 minutes later. He told Miss Kennedy heâ€™d looked in the garage. He asked if she only had the roadster and the motorcycle and assured her nothing was in the garage and there was no sign of any disturbance there. He also told her heâ€™d search her basement or her attic if she wanted. She declined.
â€œI would advise that you lock your garage door,â€ he said.
â€œLock it?â€ she asked.
â€œYes maâ€™am, at least until all this blows over and we catch these people,â€ he said. â€œYour grounds appear to be fine. There doesnâ€™t appear to be anything unusual on the grounds either.â€
â€œYou think the fence is secure enough?â€ she asked.
â€œWell, thereâ€™s no gate in the front. If you see anything suspicious, call the police immediately, especially if you see a man that resembles the description I just gave you, or heâ€™s with a little girl or an older woman. Just contact the police immediately if you see anything of that sort.â€
â€œI definitely will.â€
â€œOkay. Thank you for your assistance.â€
â€œThank you for checking.â€
Miss Kennedy gave Lily her injection and made sure everyone got breakfast.
â€œWe need to do something about these books,â€ Miss Malone said after they finished eating.
â€œLetâ€™s go get those books,â€ Miss Kennedy said as they walked down the hall. â€œWe need to finish reading. What page was it open to?â€
They entered the bedroom and took out the book. Miss Malone opened it to the correct page.
â€œThis one,â€ she said.
â€œDidnâ€™t we hear something about that from Miss Hagger?â€ Miss Kennedy asked.
â€œYeah,â€ Miss Malone said. â€œI donâ€™t remember what though.â€
â€œMe neither,â€ Miss Kennedy said. â€œI donâ€™t know what we should do because this is a dead end.â€
â€œWell, I just donâ€™t know. Something is in this house and I donâ€™t like it.â€
â€œDo you want to check again?â€
â€œIt wouldnâ€™t hurt.â€
They searched the house again using the carbide lamps to illuminate everything. They started in the bottom and Miss Malone was a bit surprised as the distillery, crates of bottles and the such for her bootlegging operations in the basement. There were many, many bottles of gin as well. Everything was shut down. When they returned to the first floor, they found the book had slid out of the belt where it had been tied down and was open to the same page it had been open to before. The two women looked at each other in terror.
Miss Malone snatched up the book and tucked it in her jacket.
â€œYou want that thing on you!?!â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œWould you rather it just creepily open all the time?â€ Miss Malone asked.
â€œNo,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œOkay!â€ Miss Malone said.
â€œWhy is it so obsessed with that page?â€
â€œProbably this is what is trying to be brought forth by whatever. Like I said, maybe the sorceress has found a way to get her spirit out of her body.â€
â€œI donâ€™t â€¦ no!â€
They searched the rest of the first floor and found nothing out of the ordinary. The second floor was also empty of everyone and everything except Mrs. Upton, who was sitting in her room, looking out her window.
â€œPlease let us know if you see anything strange,â€ Miss Malone told her.
â€œThose little, yellow men arenâ€™t coming back, are they?â€ Mrs. Upton asked.
â€œThey shouldnâ€™t,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œHopefully not,â€ Miss Malone said.
â€œI donâ€™t like those little, yellow men,â€ Mrs. Upton said. â€œLily always said they were funny. But I didnâ€™t think they were very funny.â€
â€œWell, we wonâ€™t let them in and if they do, you call somebody and weâ€™ll get them here,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œI will,â€ Mrs. Upton said. â€œI will call somebody. I donâ€™t like those little, yellow men.â€
â€œAnd if you see â€¦ even if you think youâ€™re having a flight of fancy like you think you see something move, just let us know,â€ Miss Malone said. â€œEven if itâ€™s just a shadow, okay?â€
â€œWe donâ€™t want those yellow men in here because they were not very good,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œOkay,â€ Mrs. Upton said. â€œThey had pointed teeth.â€
â€œYeah, thatâ€™s weird,â€ Miss Malone said.
â€œYeah, thatâ€™s really weird,â€ Miss Kennedy said. â€œIâ€™m pretty sure they bit or something like that.â€
They continued searching the second floor and then searched the attic very carefully. There seemed to be shadows everywhere though.
â€œWhatâ€™s going on?â€ Washington asked them, hefting his table leg. â€œWhatâ€™s going on?â€
â€œThis book keeps opening up and weâ€™re concerned that someone keeps doing it,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œI donâ€™t think itâ€™s a someone,â€ Miss Malone said. â€œI think itâ€™s a something or a spirit.â€
â€œWhatâ€™s it opening to?â€ Washington asked.
â€œItâ€™s opening up to Candle Cove demon thing,â€ Miss Malone said.
â€œBurn it,â€ Washington said.
â€œWhat?â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œBurn the book,â€ he said.
â€œBut we need it,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œAll right â€¦ if you need it,â€ he said.
â€œIâ€™m going to keep it on me,â€ Miss Malone said.
â€œLetâ€™s read through it and then destroy it if that bothers you,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œIf it opens,â€ Washington said.
â€œItâ€™s opening on its own!â€ Miss Malone said. â€œItâ€™s bothersome to everyone!â€
â€œAll right, weâ€™ll read it and get rid of it,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œYou find anything to help Lily?â€ Washington asked.
â€œNot yet,â€ Miss Malone said.
â€œNot yet,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œAll right,â€ Washington said.
â€œThe only solution that seems possible right now is to â€¦ kill her,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œNo,â€ Washington said.
â€œWe might be able to enthrall Lin Chou to do what we want,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
Washington just grunted.
â€œYou donâ€™t like her?â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œI didnâ€™t like Lin Chou, no,â€ Washington said. â€œSheâ€™s awful. Donâ€™t like her.â€
They found nothing in the rest of the terribly hot and stuffy attic. They went back down into the main part of the house. The dust reminded Miss Kennedy that her maid was coming to clean the house on Monday. She telephoned the woman and cancelled.
â€œWhat if we just burn those pages that it keeps opening to?â€ Miss Malone asked.
â€œWe could copy it down and then burn it,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œWell, then it will still be written down,â€ Miss Malone said.
â€œMemorize it!â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œYep,â€ Miss Malone said.
Miss Malone set about memorizing the section of the book with the spell. Unfortunately, it proved to be several pages long. The spell supposedly took some kind of powerful essence from people in order to work. Dozens of people would have to be put to death or hundreds or thousands of people could be used, though they would be drained by the process. It was strange and not very clear. The spell was supposed to summon something or open a door or gateway. As far as she could tell, Mitchell tried to do it at someplace called the Globe Theatre in London. She had never heard of the place. Mitchell had tried to cast the spell and planned to take life from everyone in the area to cause it to happen. Apparently the spell failed in part, at least, to someone called Stubb. It didnâ€™t mention more about Stubb though Mitchell seemed to hate the man.
She decided that, instead of trying to memorize everything, she would summarize the information as best she could and then memorize only the actual words of the spell. She also never let the book leave her side. She experimented, putting the book behind her and not looking at it for a few moments to see if it would open to the proper page. It didnâ€™t.
Miss Kennedy continued reading the other journals.
Occasionally, during the day, a police car or motorcycle would cruise down the street slowly as if looking for something.
Miss Malone put the book under her pillow that night.
* * *
On Sunday, June 6, 1926, Miss Malone found the book still under her pillow. The two continued reading and translating parts of the spell that Miss Malone was trying to learn. She made sure to memorize anything that was word for word. She ripped out the pages with the spell so that Miss Kennedy could look through the rest of the journal for the enthralling spell. She got to work on it, trying to learn the basics of casting such a spell.
* * *
On Tuesday, June 8, 1926, Miss Kennedy thought she understood the spell to enthrall a victim. The spell would supposedly entrance a victim though it cost the spell caster part of his essence to do so. The spell caster had to speak calmly to the victim for the spell to take effect and then pit his own will against that of his victim. If the victim was overcome, he or she would be struck numb and dumb until â€œrelieved from the trance by physical assault or some other similarly shocking event.â€
Miss Malone was unsure if the spell would work due to the power of the sorceress within Lily Mitchell. Miss Kennedy had no idea. Miss Malone suggested they both learn the spell and then they could do it together.
Miss Malone likewise thought she had memorized the parts of the spell to summon Candle Cove. She had also finished the written summary of the other instructions for the spell as well.
â€œWe should probably try it,â€ Miss Malone said of Miss Kennedyâ€™s spell.
â€œShould we try it on each other?â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œBut the only way to break it is to shock someone,â€ Miss Malone said.
Miss Kennedy pantomimed slapping the woman.
â€œLetâ€™s try to burn these pages,â€ Miss Malone said.
Miss Kennedy went for matches and they decided to burn the pages in the fireplace. Miss Kennedy closed the flue in the fear the pages might mysteriously fly away. They placed the pages on the hearth and then Miss Kennedy went to the sideboard for a bottle of gin to pour over them. Miss Malone, standing by the fireplace, noticed the shadows deepen around the pages and the quickly reached in and grabbed them, backing away. Miss Kennedy turned around.
â€œSomething â€¦ wrong?â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œThe shadows were going to take it!â€ Miss Malone said.
â€œOkay, hold on,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
She ran to the fireplace and grabbed the tongs from the implements there. She handed the tongs to Miss Malone who quickly held the pages with them. Then Miss Kennedy grabbed a lighter from the sideboard and ran back to her with it.
The darkness came out of the fireplace and stretched quickly across the floor.
â€œLight it!â€ Miss Malone cried. â€œQuickly! Theyâ€™re coming!â€
Miss Kennedy lit the edges of the paper and they burned fairly quickly as the shadow lengthened towards Miss Malone. Miss Kennedy ran over to one of the carbide lamps sitting on the floor and snatched it up. She quickly lit it and pointed it at the shadow which seemed to throw it into stark contrast with the rest of the room. The shadow moved towards Miss Malone and she ran from it, leaping to the front door and flinging it open. The shadow caught her as Miss Kennedy tried to shine the carbide lamp in front of her.
The moving shadow went under Miss Maloneâ€™s feet and seemed to vanish. Miss Kennedy ran after her, flinging open the front doors as Miss Malone ran for them with a shriek. Miss Malone ran out into the overcast daylight and down the porch steps to the concrete path. Small pieces of paper fell to the ground and Miss Kennedy used the lighter to burn them.
An older gentleman walking a mastiff was just passing by and stopped to look at the two women burning the ancient paper. He seemed somewhat surprised.
â€œThe cheating bastard!â€ Miss Malone cried out. â€œIâ€™m going to burn all of his love letters until theyâ€™re all gone!â€
â€œNot a single trace will be left, my dear!â€ Miss Kennedy cried.
â€œI loved you John!â€ Miss Malone said. â€œWhy? Why!?!â€
The man continued walking, a little more slowly, occasionally stealing glances at the two women over his shoulder.
â€œI donâ€™t want a single word to be left of his awful lies to you!â€ Miss Kennedy cried.
Miss Malone pretended to sob. The man continued to walk away, obviously uncomfortable. In only a couple minutes there was nothing left of the pages but ash.
They returned to the house. The lower floor was filled with smoke, it seemed. Miss Malone checked on her summary of casting the spell to make sure it was not too specific. She was glad to find it was not, to her reckoning. Miss Kennedy checked on the other journals and found them all on the table undisturbed.
â€œDodged a bullet,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œBut that means the shadows are here or they â€¦ because they werenâ€™t coming out of the paper, they were coming towards the paper,â€ Miss Malone said.
â€œThey probably like to stay in deep shadows,â€ Miss Kennedy guessed. â€œSo, theyâ€™re probably in the basement or that fireplace.â€
Miss Kennedy set about opening up the windows on the second floor to try to air out the house a little bit. The smoke smell was mostly restricted to the sitting room and the foyer.
They talked about the spell Miss Kennedy had learned and she was of the opinion she should try to cast it upon Miss Malone before trying to teach her the spell. Miss Malone decided to try not to resist whatever was to happen. Miss Kennedy began to speak calmly with the woman, slipping in the words of the spell as she did so. She concentrated and, a few moments later, Miss Maloneâ€™s jaw dropped and her eyelids went slack. She stared straight ahead.
Miss Kennedy felt awful. She was surprised and horrified just muttering a few words could have such an effect upon people. It went against everything she believed as well as everything she knew to be fact. Magic shouldnâ€™t be real. Spells shouldnâ€™t have any kind of power. It was an awful feeling.
â€œWhat is your full name?â€ she asked Miss Malone.
The woman merely stared straight ahead. There was no reply.
â€œTell me your full name,â€ Miss Kennedy said to her.
The woman merely stared straight ahead.
â€œPick up that book,â€ Miss Kennedy said, pointing to one of the books.
Miss Malone did nothing.
â€œI command you to pick up that book!â€ Miss Kennedy said.
Miss Kennedy snapped her fingers but Miss Malone didnâ€™t react. She gestured in front of the woman but her eyes didnâ€™t even follow her hand.
â€œHey!â€ she said loudly. â€œWake up!â€
She shook the woman and Miss Malone blinked and looked at her.
â€œAre you going to do it?â€ she asked.
â€œI did,â€ Miss Kennedy told her. â€œYou didnâ€™t say anything. You didnâ€™t respond. I couldnâ€™t get you to do anything. I think it just immobilizes people.â€
â€œSo itâ€™s basically like a non-medicinal coma?â€ Miss Malone said.
â€œYes!â€ Miss Kennedy said. â€œYes.â€
Miss Malone noted Lily probably had more power than them and Miss Kennedy said they would have to do it together. There was some talk of teaching Washington the spell as well. In the meantime, they decided Miss Kennedy would try to teach Miss Malone how to cast the spell. They decided they would do so in the attic so that perhaps Washington would learn the spell as well.
â€œWarning,â€ Miss Kennedy told her. â€œIt feels terrible.â€
â€œI feel fine,â€ Miss Malone said. â€œOh, you mean your end.â€
They got to work on teaching Miss Malone the spell immediately. They discussed having barbiturates even though they knew the spell and Miss Malone suggested casting the spell on the girl while she was still in a drug coma. She doubted it would work when someone was unconscious and Miss Kennedy wanted to wait until Washington was a bit more coherent as well.
* * *
At 1 p.m. on Wednesday, June 9, 1926, Miss Kennedy went to the offices of Beardsworth, Izeman, and Xavier with some preliminary documents. The young man was typing something as she came in.
â€œHello,â€ she said.
â€œOh, hello Miss Kennedy,â€ he said with a smile.
â€œDo you have the documentation I requested?â€ she asked.
â€œMr. Beardsworth has it,â€ the youth said.
â€œHe will be just a few minutes.â€
â€œIf you would like to have a seat?â€
After about five minutes, an older woman in black wearing veil exited the office. An older gentleman also came out. He was dressed in clothing probably in fashion 20 years before with a high collar. He was bald and had a thick mustache. He looked to be in his 50s or 60s.
â€œYes, you Miss Kennedy?â€ he asked her.
He blustered when he talked.
â€œYes, your clerk, Mr. â€¦â€ she said.
â€œThatâ€™s Bowker!â€ Mr. Beardsworth said.
â€œYes, Bowker,â€ she said. â€œHe set up an appointment for me.â€
â€œYes, come in. Come in. Come in.â€
â€œThank you, Mr. Beardsworth.â€
He led her into a comfortable office, well appointed with dark paneling on the walls, comfortable chairs, and a large bookcase filled with leather-bound legal books. He took a seat in a leather swivel chair behind a very large mahogany desk.
â€œSo â€¦ your family is thinking about buying Mitchell Imports,â€ he said. â€œIs that correct?â€
â€œEither creating partnership with you or buying it,â€ she said. â€œBecause we have an interest in importing minerals and resources from around the world.â€
â€œWell, it is within our authority to â€¦ uh â€¦ to â€¦ uh â€¦ to make the sale of Mitchell Imports if you are so inclined,â€ he said. â€œIn order to â€¦ uh â€¦ to facilitate the money that will be given to Miss Lily â€¦ uh â€¦ Mitchell â€¦ should she be found â€¦ or to any other potential heirs to the Mitchell fortune, if they exist.â€
â€œRest assured, hopefully when sheâ€™s found, a certain percentage will go to her,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œYes, of course! Of course! When sheâ€™s found. Of course! Of course!â€
â€œA certain percentage will go to her.â€
â€œThe entirety of it will go to her.â€
â€œOf her side, yes.â€
â€œYes. Correct. That is correct. Weâ€™ve got some paperwork here that you requested.â€
He handed her a thick file and she took it and read it while he sat behind the desk.
â€œNow this is the first time Iâ€™ve seen it so it might take me a while,â€ she said.
â€œOf course,â€ he said. â€œOf course.â€
â€œIâ€™ll need to show it to my father as well,â€ she said.
â€œWe can allow you to show it to your father as well,â€ he said. â€œIf youâ€™d like to read it now to ensure it is complete â€¦â€
â€œI would like to.â€
â€œVery good. Very good.â€
She looked through the paperwork, keeping a sharp eye out for the strange imports Mr. Thayer had told her about the week before. She soon found the sand and noticed there were very few details on it. Shipping information was incomplete and the items seemed to have come from nowhere or were off the books.
â€œDo you utilize local shipping as well or other ships that arenâ€™t documented?â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œIâ€™m not sure what all the documentation is,â€ Beardsworth admitted. â€œIt came from Mitchell Imports and â€¦ uh â€¦ I was told that it was quite complete, everything that they had.â€
â€œEverything that they had?â€ she said.
â€œCorrect,â€ he replied.
â€œWell, theyâ€™re missing some stuff here. Like this here.â€
â€œIf you are just using local shipping, you can just notate that.â€
â€œAh, yes, yes.â€
â€œWe would know that weâ€™d have to put aside money for it.â€
â€œItâ€™s also possible it was not purchased from regular channels as well.â€
â€œI do not know why it wouldnâ€™t be documented there.â€
â€œLet me make a notation of possible local shipping and we might have to make purchases.â€
â€œVery good. Very good. Very good.â€
She made notations in a notebook she had. She found a few other strange entries including certain animals which were never specified as more than â€œanimalsâ€ that apparently came from Russia. Like the Tibetan sand, the creatures seemed to have come out of nowhere.
â€œSome of it is not complete, but if you say thatâ€™s all they have then you might need â€¦ they might need to improve their documentation,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œPerhaps they need better â€¦ perhaps they need â€¦ perhaps they need better management,â€ Beardsworth blustered. â€œOr ownership or something.â€
â€œOf course, if we do, in the best case scenario, buy up all the proceeds from the imports half will go to Lily or her fund,â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œAny money that is made will go into her trust fund,â€ Beardsworth said. â€œShe has a trust fund at present. Itâ€™s â€¦ uh â€¦ itâ€™s $5,000 a year for upkeep and education which ends at her age of 18, whereupon she receives all the rest.â€
â€œNow, if we do a partnership, it will be along the same lines but she will not get any of the proceeds from the joint effort, more than likely.â€
â€œShe will get whatever proceeds would be coming from Mitchell Imports. Everything is Lilyâ€™s. Sheâ€™s the sole heir. Mitchell changed his will just a few days before he died last year. And â€¦ uh â€¦ it â€¦ uh â€¦ he put everything in Lilyâ€™s name.â€
â€œUh-huh. Did you say gotten, as if she was adopted or did I miss-hear?â€
â€œSheâ€™s the sole heir. She is their child and, as such, we are keeping the money in trust for her until she turns 18, at which point everything will be turned over to her. Any moneys that we make, investing any of the moneys that we have now, will end up - any of those profits will also go to Lily Mitchell. In the unfortunately event that she is not found, that this kidnapping turns into a terrible tragedy, and it has been almost a week and there has been no ransom demands made-â€
â€œNone? Wait - no ransom? Thatâ€™s the whole point of kidnapping a rich heiress though.â€
â€œYes! Yes, it is! Thatâ€™s why the police have been questioning us so severely and looking so hard. It appears that perhaps thereâ€™s some other motive at hand here, perhaps, I donâ€™t know, revenge maybe?â€
â€œIs it someone from the company? Whoâ€™s the next in line for it?â€
â€œThe next in line for what?â€
â€œOwning your company if someone wants to get rid of Lily.â€
â€œMY company is owned by we three lawyers.â€
â€œI meant Imports.â€
â€œMitchell Imports is only Lily. In the unfortunate event that she dies or sheâ€™s never found â€¦ uh â€¦ then we will continue to try as hard as we can to try to find some other heir. At present, there are none. But we will give it our all and our best and search diligently until we find someone. If at that time it is found there are no heirs after a diligent searching by us, then that money will be turned over to the state.â€
She realized Beardsworth and his fellow lawyers would keep looking for as long as they could because so long as they looked, they got paid. If Lily disappeared, they would look for several years before the state would declare the child legally dead. It might be possible for the law firm to continue looking for a legal heir so long as the government would let them.
â€œWell, you continue looking for as long as you possibly can,â€ she said.
â€œYes!â€ he said. â€œWe will definitely do our best to find what we can.â€
â€œAnd â€¦â€ she said.
â€œAnd in the meantime, if your family wishes to purchase Mitchell Imports, all of that money will, of course, turned over to Lily, upon her turning 18,â€ he said.
â€œAlso, for this deal as well, is there any information on whatever policies theyâ€™ve put in place talking with law offices or the state, is there any documentation that they did through you?â€
â€œNo. We solely handled the will and trust fund for Lily Mitchell, after her familyâ€™s unfortunately demise. Otherwise, we got these files for you from Mitchell Imports, which is under our purview right now as, in order to continue, the money coming in for her.â€
â€œAll right. Was there any problems that they had with the laws? Any policies? Any trouble?â€
â€œNothing that has been revealed by the import organization or has been told to us by the police.â€
â€œOkay, that is good to know.â€
â€œSome strange things with that maid. Just before Mitchellâ€™s death, when he changed his will, he also withdrew, through our company, $10,000.â€
â€œYes, there was a contract for services rendered to the maid. Lin Chou? Very strange. Very strange. Uh â€¦â€
â€œCould you tell me more about that because thatâ€™s really a lot for a maid.â€
â€œYes! It was â€¦ it was â€¦ it was â€¦ it was very â€¦ it was the same time that he, uh, he changed his will, leaving everything to his daughter, as opposed to his wife and daughter. And â€¦ uh â€¦ they â€¦ uh â€¦ I have my own suspicions that either â€¦ um â€¦ something just between you and me, there might have been some blackmail going on perhaps, or he was providing for a mistress, was my thought. Then there was this terrible tragedy and they all ended up dead and the moneyâ€™s gone. The money was transferred to her, was taken out of the bank, disappeared!â€
â€œYes, yes, yes.â€
â€œAfter her death it was just up and gone?â€
â€œThere was no bank account. The money was taken out. Perhaps it was in the house when the house burned down, burned up. Burned up to a cinder, possibly. If itâ€™s somewhere else, thereâ€™s no way of tracking it down; we have no way of finding it. Very strange. Very strange. Very strange.â€
â€œAnything else you notice that was strange with their dealings? Out of the ordinary?â€
â€œNo, just that he changed his will literally days before the fire. Very â€¦ that struck me as very strange as well. Perhaps Miss Lin Chou was actually trying to blackmail Mr. Mitchell and failed in her attempt with the fire or perhaps Quincy Washington was involved and then the fire wasâˆ’â€
â€œDid he act suspicious or worried or like he was under duress?â€
â€œUh â€¦ no. No. No. Mr. Mitchell, he did not. He simply said he wanted to change his will, that he had plans, that things had to change, something to that effect. I canâ€™t remember. Six months ago. And then gave this money â€˜for services renderedâ€™ to the maid, which I questioned him. I asked him if there was some trouble and if I should contact the police. He said â€˜No. No no no.â€™ Just do as he said and we did. And then â€¦ uh â€¦ transferred the money to her and â€¦ as I said, perhaps there was some kind of blackmail. Perhaps Miss Lin Chou made an attempt on something that evening and it turned terribly wrong. Perhaps Mr. Washington was causing some â€¦ some issue with the maid. I donâ€™t know. I really donâ€™t know. It really doesnâ€™t have much to do with what were dealing with here today.â€
â€œIt might have something to do with it because if he was getting extorted, it could be his mistress was part of his company that the dealing was happening. Anything that he could have said might lead to some clue.â€
â€œWell, as far as I knew, she was just a maid at their house. She had nothing to do with the company, nothing to do with anything with Mitchell Imports.â€
â€œDoes Mr. Bowker, did he type up this? Does he have transcripts of this â€¦ dealing?â€
â€œYes, we have a copy of the will. Yes.â€
â€œCopy of the will. Does he transcribe as they do in court?â€
â€œNo no no. No. We did not keep a record of the meeting, as such. We merely made the will out to Mr. Mitchellâ€™s specifications.â€
â€œAll right, could I have a copy of the will and whatever other documentation you have so we would know how much would be set aside for Lily?â€
â€œUh â€¦ Iâ€™m afraid we canâ€™t hand over a copy of the will, no. Iâ€™m sorry. Iâ€™ve probably said too much already about it. But â€¦ it struck me as very strange and â€¦ no no, we canâ€™t hand over a copy of the will.â€
â€œCan you hand over the specifications of the will, how much percentage that would come for the company, set aside besides the five thousand a year?â€
â€œNo no no. All that is under confidentiality, Iâ€™m afraid. But you can be guaranteed that any moneys made off any venture by your company â€¦ or by Mitchell Imports will go to Miss Lily Mitchell, once all this is said and done.â€
â€œThank you. Good day Mr. Beardsworth. Thank you for your time.â€
She stood up with the paperwork.
â€œIâ€™ll be expecting that back when youâ€™re finished with it,â€ he said, also standing.
â€œI will get it back,â€ she said. â€œIt might take a month or two because you know how business takes a while.â€
â€œYes yes,â€ he said. â€œFair enough. Fair enough.â€
He took down her name and address, as well as the address for Kennedy Industries.
â€œIf itâ€™s not back within three months, call and we will tell you the process of the deal,â€ she said.
â€œVery well,â€ he said.
Beardsworth seemed somewhat anxious to sell the business, actually. She guessed he preferred a lump of cash to making sure the business stayed solvent for Lily.
She returned to the house and shared the information with Miss Malone. She noted the sand from Tibet and animals from Russia.
â€œLike circus animals?â€ Miss Malone said.
â€œIt doesnâ€™t say,â€ Miss Kennedy said. â€œThereâ€™s not much information on it.â€
â€œWhat kind of animals?â€ Miss Malone asked again.
â€œIt doesnâ€™t say,â€ Miss Kennedy said.,
They looked over it and found the animals went to Providence and were remanded to Arthur Mitchell.
â€œI bet he was using their blood or something for some weird thing,â€ Miss Malone said.
The five tons of sand was listed as also turned over to Arthur Mitchell.
* * *
By Thursday, June 10, 1926, the women thought Miss Malone could probably try to cast the enthralling spell. The two were in the library, Miss Kennedy sitting in one of the leather club chairs, and she tried not to resist anything that happened to her. Miss Malone spoke in a calm voice to the woman, using the strange intonations the spell required. Moments later, Miss Kennedyâ€™s jaw dropped and her eyelids fell mostly over her eyes.
However, at the same time, Miss Malone felt herself filled with a terrible fear and dread. She was so terrified, she found herself rooted to the spot, unable to move. The terrible feeling lasted for about a minute before she felt like she was in control of her facilities once again. By then, she could feel her heart beating in her chest and found herself drenched in sweat.
I donâ€™t know what I was scared about, she thought.
Miss Kennedy was still in the strange trance. Miss Malone tried to make her do something but she remained completely unresponsive.
â€œWake up,â€ Miss Malone said.
She shook the woman and it woke her.
â€œYou do it?â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œYeah â€¦ you didnâ€™t tell me that it like made you feel like you were going to die,â€ Miss Malone said.
â€œI said it makes you feel awful!â€ Miss Kennedy said.
â€œNo!â€ Miss Malone said. â€œI thought I was going to die, like someone was after me. I was terrified!â€
â€œIt made me feel more sick to my stomach. It was awful.â€
â€œIt was worse than the Chinamen coming after me.â€
â€œYes. It was as if I had become a tree and planted in the spot I was standing.â€
â€œWell, you donâ€™t have roots.â€
â€œWell, I know that.â€
â€œWell, it seems to be working. We might have to use this on Lily.â€
â€œI hope that doesnâ€™t happen every time. Next time when we do this, be prepared for me to be terrified if thatâ€™s what happens to me.â€
â€œItâ€™s â€¦ simply dreadful.â€
â€œYeah, well, it wasnâ€™t simply dreadful. It was dreadfully dreadful.â€
â€œTerribly dreadful, you mean?â€
They discussed using the spell on Lily and Miss Malone reminded her if the little girl was startled in any way, it would break the spell. They talked about teaching the spell to Washington and Miss Malone pointed out the girl might resist the magic. They decided to wait until Lily was near the end of her dose of barbiturates, that evening around 7 p.m.
It seemed mad, sitting in the darkened library at 2 p.m. on Thursday afternoon in 20th century Providence, Rhode Island, talking about using magic on a little girl with the soul of an ancient sorceress.