“They?” she asked, a hint of interest coming over her face.
“Oh yes. I suppose, well, we aren’t exactly exchanging Christmas cards anymore. I’ve been trying to find the answer for some years. I found where he did it. There were thirteen. He seeded his own house, too.”
“Why?”
“I think you’ll guess. So, do you want to know number one or number thirteen, first?”
“By God, Horatio! if you know who’s still in my house—”
“Alexa de Trollis,” I said.
“Yes?”
“No,” I smiled. “Alexa de Trollis.”
Her face grew a leprous white.
“No,” she said.
“But yes.”
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