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BERKLEY PRIME CRIME TITLES BY VICTORIA THOMPSON

Gaslight Mysteries

MURDER ON ASTOR PLACE

MURDER ON ST. MARK’S PLACE

MURDER ON GRAMERCY PARK

MURDER ON WASHINGTON SQUARE

MURDER ON MULBERRY BEND

MURDER ON MARBLE ROW

MURDER ON LENOX HILL

MURDER IN LITTLE ITALY

MURDER IN CHINATOWN

MURDER ON BANK STREET

MURDER ON WAVERLY PLACE

MURDER ON LEXINGTON AVENUE

MURDER ON SISTERS’ ROW

MURDER ON FIFTH AVENUE

MURDER IN CHELSEA

MURDER IN MURRAY HILL

MURDER ON AMSTERDAM AVENUE

MURDER ON ST. NICHOLAS AVENUE

MURDER IN MORNINGSIDE HEIGHTS

MURDER IN THE BOWERY

MURDER ON UNION SQUARE

MURDER ON TRINITY PLACE

MURDER ON PLEASANT AVENUE

MURDER ON WALL STREET

MURDER ON MADISON SQUARE

Counterfeit Lady Novels

CITY OF LIES

CITY OF SECRETS

CITY OF SCOUNDRELS

CITY OF SCHEMES

CITY OF SHADOWS

Dedication

To all my loved ones who have passed over. I’m looking forward to seeing you again, but not at a séance.

CHAPTER ONE

Elizabeth looked up from the letter she’d been writing when the maid announced the unexpected arrival of her best friend, Anna Vanderslice. Before she could rise to greet Anna or even open her mouth to ask the maid to show Anna in, Anna brushed unceremoniously past the startled maid and cried, “Elizabeth, you’ve got to help me!”

Being a gently reared young lady, Anna wasn’t given to outbursts like this, especially in front of the servants. “Of course, I’ll help you,” Elizabeth said, rising quickly from the small lady’s desk where she’d been sitting and moving to where Anna stood, anxiously wringing her hands, just inside the library doorway. “Lucy, would you bring us something cool to drink?” Elizabeth asked the still-flustered maid.

Lucy scurried out, obviously glad to escape what promised to be a strange situation.

“What’s the matter?” Elizabeth asked, taking Anna’s hands in hers. They were like ice in spite of the warm day. “What kind of help do you need?”

The despair that clouded Anna’s face truly frightened Elizabeth. She hadn’t seen her friend so upset since Anna’s brother, David, had died of influenza last fall. “Oh, Elizabeth, I . . .” She glanced at the still-open library door, obviously just realizing that she shouldn’t be discussing anything upsetting where the servants could hear.

“Sit down,” Elizabeth said, hurrying to close the door and give Anna the privacy she needed.

Anna took one of the comfortable chairs placed in front of the now-cold fireplace, sighing wearily as she sank down into it. Elizabeth took the other chair when she had shut the door securely. The chairs had been chosen for comfort so two gentlemen could sit and smoke and converse in the quiet of this cozy book-lined room at the end of a long day, but they would serve just as well for women to share a bit of bad news.

“Now what is it?” Elizabeth demanded almost desperately.

“It’s Mother.”

“Your mother?” Elizabeth echoed in alarm. “Is she ill?”

“Oddly, no,” Anna said with a frown. “You knew she took to her bed after David died. I think her heart was truly broken.”

“She came to my wedding,” Elizabeth reminded her.

“And she would sometimes go to church, but until recently, she rarely left her bedroom.”

“But recently?”

Anna sighed. “Recently, she has discovered a medium.”

Elizabeth blinked in surprise. “You mean, a fortune-teller?”

“Oh, she’s far more than a fortune-teller. She conducts séances.”

Elizabeth knew a little about séances and what she knew wasn’t good. “Does she make the table move and do the spirits knock in coded raps to convey messages?”

“I have no idea, but Mother is convinced this woman, this Madame Ophelia,” Anna added in disgust, “can contact David.”

“Oh dear.”

“Yes, oh dear,” Anna agreed.

For a long moment, the two friends silently considered this very disturbing situation.

Then Elizabeth found something comforting to say. “I know it must be upsetting to you, but if it gives her some peace to think that—”

“You don’t think this woman can really talk to David, do you?” Anna asked in outrage.

“Of course not. It’s all a con.”

Anna brightened at once. “Then you know all about it?”

“Not much. I may have been raised by a con artist, but even he had standards. Bilking little old ladies out of their last pennies is beneath him. But I do know it’s a con.”

“It’s also more than just a few pennies,” Anna said gravely.

“What do you mean?” Elizabeth asked, newly alarmed.

Before Anna could answer, Lucy knocked at the door and brought in a tray bearing two glasses of lemonade and a plate of cookies. Elizabeth insisted Anna drink some of the lemonade before continuing. “You must be parched after walking over here.”

That made Anna smile at last. “Hardly. One of the best parts of you finally marrying Gideon is that now you only live a few blocks away.”

Elizabeth could think of other wonderful reasons to be glad she and Gideon were married, but she knew Anna didn’t want to hear about that part of married life. “It is nice being so close to you. Now tell me what you meant about it being more than pennies.”

Anna’s smile vanished again. “Madame Ophelia charges twenty dollars for each session.”

Elizabeth winced. “That does seem expensive.”

“And Mother has been going to see her three times a week.” Three visits a week would cost as much as an average man would earn in a week, but Madame Ophelia most certainly catered only to the wealthy members of society. Her high prices would keep the riffraff away.

“Good heavens.”

“Yes, good heavens. You do know that we aren’t really rich, don’t you?”

Elizabeth did know that. Many of the old New York families had seen their early fortunes dwindle with the generations. Gideon’s family was one of them, but she certainly hadn’t married him for his money. “Is it causing you a hardship?”

“More than a hardship. Father left us some money that provides a modest income, but we relied on David’s salary, too. With David gone . . .” Anna’s voice caught, and she needed a moment to compose herself. His loss was still fresh enough to cause tears.

“You don’t have to explain,” Elizabeth assured her as Anna dabbed at her tears with a handkerchief.

“But I do. I had to let some of the servants go, but if we’re careful, we should be fine. Or at least we would have been, but now . . .”

“Have you explained this to your mother? I’m sure if she understood—”

“Of course, I explained it to her, but she refuses to understand. Father and David always took care of everything. She has no idea how much things cost or how much our income is. She thinks Father left us wealthy and the money will never run out and I’m just being mean because I don’t believe in Madame Ophelia’s powers. On top of that, this Madame Ophelia has bewitched her. Mother becomes furious if I even suggest she stop attending these séances, and this morning she told me she’s going to start seeing the woman every day. We can’t afford that! I won’t even be able to go back to college in the fall.” Her tears were falling freely now, but at least Elizabeth could offer a bit of comfort.

“You don’t have to worry about college, my darling girl. Your fees will be paid no matter what.”

But this news was far from comforting, if Anna’s scowl was any indication. “What do you mean?”

“Just what I said. The fees will be paid.”

Anna’s scowl deepened. “I can’t take charity from you, Elizabeth.”

Oh dear, now she’d hurt Anna’s pride. “It’s not charity and it’s not from me.”

“Who is it from, then? I won’t take anything from Gideon, either.”

Elizabeth sighed in defeat. “Not Gideon. Jake.”

“Jake? Your brother, Jake?”

“The very same.”

Anna’s shock was almost comic, but Elizabeth knew better than to laugh. “Why would Jake pay my college fees?”

“Because you helped him with a con. Do you have any idea how much he made on that?”

Anna stiffened her spine. “No, I don’t.”

“Well, it was a lot, and he hardly had any expenses. By rights, you should have had a share, but we didn’t think you would take it, so Jake set up to pay your school fees instead, and there will be a nice little sum to get you started when you graduate.”

“But . . . what about you? You helped, too, and a lot more than I did. Shouldn’t you get that money?”

“Some of it, yes, but I couldn’t possibly take it since I promised Gideon I had given all that up.”

“But Gideon knows you helped with that con.”

“Yes, and he did, too, in his own way, but we didn’t do it for the money. That makes a difference, at least to Gideon.”

“I didn’t do it for the money, either.”

“I know, dear one. You did it for the excitement, but there’s no reason you shouldn’t benefit. You don’t have to answer to a painfully honest husband, after all.”

“And I never will,” Anna said with some satisfaction. “But why would Jake go to so much trouble for me?”

“Because you’re his friend. I think you may be the only friend he’s ever had.”

“But I’m a female.”

“That’s what he likes best about you, I think. Men are always competing with one another and women want to get married. You don’t compete and you don’t want to marry him. You’re also smart and clever, and I think he feels smart and clever when he’s with you.”

“And that makes him want to give me money?” Anna asked doubtfully.

“It’s his way of showing his respect for the way you performed.”

“He can be very aggravating,” Anna reminded her.

“He’s a man. Try not to hold that against him.”

That finally brought a small smile to Anna’s lips. It lasted only a moment, though, before she remembered her other problems. “I may need that money to support us if Mother ruins us, though.”

“Nonsense. You’re going to college so you can have a profession and support yourself for the rest of your life. Your whole future depends on it. You can’t give that up.”

“But what about Madame Ophelia?”

Elizabeth pretended to consider this very seriously. “Hmmm, Madame Ophelia. She’s surely a con artist. I’ve never tried to con another con artist, but I think it could be a lot of fun.”

—

Elizabeth wore a veil when she went to Dan the Dude’s Saloon on Twenty-eighth Street. She wasn’t ashamed of her connection to the place, but she didn’t want Gideon to be embarrassed if someone saw her and reported it in a gossip column. Why anyone should care where she went was a mystery, but Gideon’s family was one of the oldest society families in New York, and people did care.

She didn’t actually enter the saloon, of course. She slipped down the alley, found a nondescript door and knocked a coded knock. This put her in mind of her question to Anna about spirits knocking out messages, but then the sliding panel in the door opened, distracting her from her musings. A curious eye peered out, and then the door opened at once.

“Contessa!” the elderly man said with obvious pleasure, using the title of respect she had earned. “Come in, come in.”

“How are you, Spuds?” she asked.

Spuds, so called because his face resembled a dried-up potato, grinned. “I’m better for seeing you. I am guessing you’re here for the Old Man.”

“Good guess!”

“He’s out, but I expect him soon. Come in and say hello to the fellas.”

Spuds led her back to a large room where several men of various ages sat playing cards or reading the Daily Racing Form and arguing over upcoming races. Dan the Dude’s back room was where New York City con men gathered to tell one another lies and hopefully meet up with someone who had a job for them. She knew every man there, and they enjoyed a few minutes of conversation where they teased her about marrying a Mr. Bates, which was her new husband’s name but also what con artists called their marks.

After a while, Spuds went to answer another knock, and a silver-haired gentleman wearing a tailor-made suit came in. The Old Man was already smiling because Spuds had told him Elizabeth was waiting for him.

“Lizzie,” he said with mock consternation, “what are you doing talking to all these old reprobates?”

“You mean, when I could be talking to just one old reprobate?” she asked, making everyone laugh.

“Exactly. Come into my office before you are completely corrupted.”

Elizabeth followed him into his spartan office and waited while he dusted off the visitor’s chair with his snowy white handkerchief. When she was seated beside his desk and he was comfortably ensconced in his own chair, he said, “Does Gideon know you’re here?”

“Do you think I need my husband’s permission to visit my own father?”

He didn’t exactly roll his eyes, but he might as well have. “If you want to visit me, you invite me to dinner. If you want to see me on business, you come here. So, does Gideon know you’re planning another con?”

“Not yet,” she said shamelessly.

The Old Man groaned with feigned dismay.

“He’ll be only too happy about it when he finds out, though,” she said.

He didn’t seem so sure. “Who are you helping this time?”

“Anna Vanderslice.”

He blinked in surprise. “How has the lovely Miss Vanderslice gotten herself into a situation that requires her to be rescued?”

“She hasn’t. It’s her mother. She’s been going to séances.”

“Séances? I thought they’d fallen out of fashion after those famous women admitted they were frauds and that the spirit tapping was just them cracking their toe joints or something.”

“I don’t know about that, but Mrs. Vanderslice found this medium named Madame Ophelia and—”

“Why are they always madame something or other?”

“I’m sure they have their reasons. At any rate, Mrs. Vanderslice wants to contact her son, David. I imagine a lot of people want to contact loved ones they lost in the war or to the flu.”

The Old Man didn’t look like he thought that was a good idea, but he said, “Why should Anna care, though? If it gives her mother some comfort, I mean.”

“Because the medium is charging her twenty dollars a session, and Mrs. Vanderslice wants to go see the woman every day. Anna and her mother are already in reduced circumstances because of David’s death, and they can’t afford it. And yes, Anna explained that to her mother, but her mother doesn’t want to believe it.”

“Or give up seeing the medium, I expect. I don’t suppose it would help to reveal the woman as a fraud.”

Elizabeth gave him a pitying look. “You know people never want to admit they’ve been bamboozled. That’s the basis of every con ever devised.”

The Old Man shrugged apologetically. “Then what did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know yet. I thought I should find out more about mediums and how they work first. Do you know anything about them?”

“Besides what I read in the newspapers, you mean? Let me think.”

She gave him a minute to do so, and after a few seconds, a slow smile spread across his handsome face.

“I just remembered old Barney. He had a slick little racket out in Chicago about ten years ago. Set himself up as a fortune-teller. He followed the market and was pretty savvy about guessing which stocks were going to do well. People would come to him, and he’d advise them which stocks to buy. When they increased in value, the marks thought he really could foretell the future.”

“And when he was wrong?” Elizabeth asked.

The Old Man shrugged again. “You know how people are. They forgot about it.”

“If he was so good, why not just set himself up in a legitimate business?”

“What fun would that be? Besides, he had an interesting little sideline going. That’s how I know about all this. He put me onto a mark one time. Took the woman for almost a hundred thousand.”

“Good heavens. So how did it work?”

He sat back in his chair as he tried to recall the details. “He had set himself up as a swami or something. Heavy draperies and I think he even had a crystal ball. He’d ask the mark to write his question on a piece of paper and fold it up. Then Barney would lay down on this couch he had. It was all fixed up with connections at the bottom and he had matching ones on the heels of his shoes. He’d put his heels into the connections, and that would hook up some kind of telephone with his assistant.”

“A telephone?”

“Yes, because Barney would pass the paper with the question on it to his assistant through the curtain. Then Barney would put an identical piece of paper on his forehead and pretend to read the question through some kind of mental process. The assistant would tell him over the telephone what the question was.”

“How did he hear the assistant, though?”

“He was wearing some kind of headset, like telephone operators do.”

“Didn’t the mark notice the headset?” Elizabeth asked, totally confused now.

“Oh, I forgot to mention, he had on this big turban that covered his ears. Also added to the effect. So, the assistant would tell him the question over the telephone. Then Barney would get up and burn the paper without unfolding it and tell the mark what his question was and give him an answer. It was all very impressive.”

“I’m sure it was,” Elizabeth said uncertainly. “How did all this lead to the big score you mentioned, though?”

“Well, sometimes people just wanted general advice on things like matters of the heart, and Barney would give commonsense advice that usually worked, but sometimes people wanted advice on things like what to do with a big inheritance or whatever. This wealthy woman came to him and asked what she should do with some extra money she had, so he told her she would soon meet a tall man with white hair who would offer her an investment opportunity, and she should do just as he advised.”

“How devilishly simple,” Elizabeth cried.

“Yes, it was. No need for a lot of fancy setup. I just had to figure out how to encounter this lady in a way that wasn’t too suspicious and come up with a reasonable-sounding investment opportunity. Once she saw me, she was willing to do whatever I suggested with her money.”

“I guess it’s a good thing Mrs. Vanderslice doesn’t manage their finances.”

“Maybe this woman she’s been seeing is satisfied with just bilking her marks out of the cost of the séances.”

“Even that is outrageous, but if people can afford it and it makes them feel better, I guess there’s no reason to wish her ill. But we can’t let her keep draining Mrs. Vanderslice.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet. I have to give it some thought.”

“While you’re thinking, don’t think of me.”

“What?”

“Don’t think of me. Or Jake. We can’t help you with this.”

Elizabeth sighed. She hadn’t really thought it through. “No, of course you can’t.”

Because con artists didn’t interfere with other con artists, even if they didn’t particularly like them or approve of their methods. If she set out to help Mrs. Vanderslice, she was on her own.

—

Gideon was already smiling when he unlocked his front door and stepped inside because he knew Elizabeth would be there to greet him. When she heard him come in, she always rushed out to give him a kiss and let him know how much she’d missed him. And here she was, smiling at him like he’d hung the moon. She was so beautiful and bright and special, and how amazing that she loved an ordinary and unexciting estate attorney as much as he loved her. Even more amazing that they’d found each other in such an extraordinary way.

When she kissed him, he knew a moment’s nostalgia for their monthlong honeymoon cruise, when they could sneak off to be alone in their stateroom whenever they liked. As much as he wanted to take Elizabeth by the hand and lead her upstairs to their bedroom right this moment, he couldn’t possibly do that with his mother waiting in the parlor. He adored his mother but living with her did have its drawbacks.

Elizabeth took his hand and led him into the parlor.

“How was your day, dear?” his mother asked, looking up from her mending.

“Mercifully dull and routine,” he said. Many of his days had been much too exciting since he’d met Elizabeth, and he was enjoying the peace that had followed her vow to give up her old profession.

He sat down beside Elizabeth on the love seat facing his mother’s chair, prepared to hear about his mother’s latest efforts in getting the United States Congress to pass the Woman Suffrage bill. But then he glanced at Elizabeth and saw the glitter in her lovely blue eyes.

“Uh-oh,” he said. “What have you been up to?”

She feigned astonishment, which was successful, and innocence, which was not. “What makes you say that?”

“The look in your eyes. What did you do today?”

She sighed in defeat. She was an excellent actress, but she couldn’t fool him. “Anna came to see me today.” Elizabeth turned to his mother. “Did you know Mrs. Vanderslice has been visiting a medium?”

His mother frowned. “She did say something about it. I’ll admit, I was a little surprised, but she seemed so happy that I didn’t . . . Is something wrong?”

Elizabeth briefly explained the situation.

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