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Yes, sir. Excuse me.

Well, the commissioner was right, Chief. This one is a dilly.

Tell me.

Last night, one of the servants goes looking for the owner of the house,

Todd. He can't find her. He comes in here, hears a moan from inside the

He can't open it, so he calls rescue and the PD.

They bring in a lock expert. He opens it up.

There's a body on the floor, dead, from a stab wound near the heart.

It's so strange about it. In fact, the murderer locked her in here.

The murderer couldn't have locked her in.

The lock expert says there's a mechanism inside that lets a person lock himself

in for privacy.

And it was locked from the inside.

Right. And only her fingerprints on the door.

Locked herself in and committed suicide?

She was stabbed in the back and no weapon was found.

The medical examiner says it's possible she was stabbed outside and locked

herself in afterward, but highly unlikely considering the wound.

No sign of a struggle?

No. It's the phone off the hook in the living room. No way to trace the call.

No forced entry?

No, sir, no.

Apparently, nothing is missing.

Was there anyone in the house with Mrs. Todd?

Her daughter, Susan. She was asleep upstairs.

Where's the daughter now?

Miss Susan!

What are you doing up?

The doctor said for you to rest.

Miss Todd?

I'm Chief Ironside.

I'm sorry to trouble you at a time like this. No, I... I don't know anything

about it.

She's dead.

That's all I know. That's all.

Thank you, Jay. You just leave me alone.

Oh, Susan.

Oh, baby.

You, uh...

Went at home last night, Mr... Mr. Hawkins.

Yes, and this is my wife, Esther. No, no, sir, we were off last night.

Is it your regular night off? Yes, sir.

Apart from Mrs. Todd and Susan, are you the only ones who live here?

Yes, sir.

We've been with Mrs. Todd for over ten years, long before she moved from

Can you tell me where I can reach Mr. Todd?

We don't know, sir.

Nobody knows.

Four months ago, he just walked out, and nobody's seen him since. Why did he

leave? He and Mrs. Todd didn't get along too well together, sir.

Mr. Todd, he, uh... Well, he drank a little. He was a drunkard.

Not like Mr. Barton, God rest his soul.

Mr. Barton? Well, that was Mrs. Todd's first husband, sir.

Susan's father.

Very fine gentleman.

Can either of you think of anyone who would want to see Mrs. Todd dead?

No, sir. Nobody. Nobody at all.

You have a photograph, Mr. Tide.

I've done my bit. Todd isn't here.

Your turn.

Miss Todd?

I'm Officer Belding.

I'm terribly sorry, but Chief Ironside is asking... No. Look, she's still very

upset.

I'm Jeff Hanley. I'm a friend of Susan's.

Well, it would only... No, really, I know nothing about it. Nothing at all.

Would you take me home?

So much for the feminine touch.

I know she's upset.

But I think it's more than that.

What?

I think she's scared to death.

Thanks, I'll tell her.

It seems there was another servant of Claude at the Tard House up until two

weeks ago. Who? A gardener, a guy about 28.

The neighbor who reported it didn't know his name. You know, it's funny that the

Hawkins didn't mention him.

Are you on the husband?

He didn't drive, and he didn't buy any plane tickets in the past four months.

Not on his own name, and no missing persons report was filed.

I can see you're full of information.

No show.

Fran, did you talk to Miss Todd?

Not really.

She's in a pretty bad place.

Chief Ironside's office.

Yes, he's here.

Ironside?

Yes.

Yes?

Yes, right away.

You stay with it.

I think we've got a lead on the murder weapon.

Oh, Ed.

Ed.

Check out hospitals and sanitariums that handle alcoholics. Fran, see if you can

hurry up the coroner's office. We should have an autopsy report on Mrs. Todd by

now.

Yes?

I've seen it.

I've followed your career with a good deal of interest.

I, um, I hope you don't think I've brought you out here on a wild goose

Chief Arnside.

That depends, Miss Cross.

I know. In your profession, you rely on solid evidence, solid facts.

Yes, we do.

And your profession?

I'm a professor of psychic research.

At the moment, I'm conducting an experimental lab at the university.

You said on the phone you knew something about the murder weapon.

Yes.

It's a dagger.

With an engraved, double -edged blade.

It'll be found where there's seagulls, a very bright flame, and a broken crate

with the words Earth Shelter written on it.

How well did you know Mrs. Todd?

Only casually. She came to me once because she felt something was happening

her that defied rational explanation.

She wanted me to help her get at the source of her trouble.

And did you?

Like everybody else, psychics have good and bad days.

So do policemen.

Seagulls and a flame.

Why the flame?

It's off accumulated waste gas from under the landfill.

You don't suppose that dagger is really bad.

All we need now is a broken crank for the word Spurge Shelter.

Looks like blood.

We'll have the lab go over it, check the blood type.

Gee, how did Miss Cross know?

Either she's involved in the murder and knew the dagger had been put there,

or... Or what?

She really is a tiger.

Yep.

Right, I'll tell her.

Fran, Central Division just got a call from a kid at the university.

Susan Todd is out there threatening to commit suicide.

Let Tabitha talk. Just come on down so we can talk.

Susan, listen to me.

There's no sin you could have committed that would be worse than taking your own

life.

They're back way up to that paraphernalia. Through there, Mark.

Susan, it's Chief Ironside. Remember me?

Go away.

Leave me alone.

We can't do that, Susan.

We can't leave you alone.

I have to be punished.

I did a terrible thing.

We want to help you, Susan.

We will help you, no matter what you've done.

You don't understand.

I killed my mother!

Why?

I hated her.

No, you didn't, Susan.

I saw you give her the rose.

Part of me loved her.

But... It must have been the other part that killed her. The part that hated

her. I don't know.

But I know that I did it.

That I killed her and I have got to be punished.

No, sir. I've never seen this before. Have you, Esther? No, it doesn't belong

this house.

Tell me, Mr. Hawkins.

Why didn't you mention there was a gardener on the staff here?

Well, I, uh... Well, he's no longer here, sir.

He was dismissed.

Why? It wasn't his fault.

He and Miss Susan were... He liked her a lot.

Miss Todd didn't approve.

What's his name?

David?

David Hawkins, sir.

He's our son.

He didn't do anything, sir. He couldn't have.

Where can we find him?

Well, we don't know.

We had an argument with him after his dismissal.

We haven't heard from him since.

Van just called, Chief. The autopsy report's in.

Mrs. Tide was killed by a stab wound close to the heart.

Dr. Callan, isn't it time she Fahrenheit?

How's Miss Todd?

I gave her a sedative. She's sleeping.

Is it safe to leave her alone?

I think so.

You are the family doctor.

As a matter of fact, I'm a psychiatrist.

You see, originally, Lydia Todd was a patient of an associate of mine in

Toronto, Dr. Stone.

We referred her to you when she moved to San Francisco.

Yes, that's right. Both of them, Mrs. Todd and Susan.

What do you know about her second husband, Mr. Todd?

I never met him.

But Lydia was very bitter about his walking out.

The ultimate indignity.

Chief Ironside, do you intend to question Susan?

Yes, I do.

Go easy.

She's been through a lot.

She's on a thin edge.

Thank you, Doctor.

Rudy?

I see five and green.

Last one, Rudy.

Red, nine.

Seven out of ten.

Pretty impressive odds.

Now, when next we meet, we'll discuss... Thank you, Rudy. We'll discuss some of

the aspects of psychometry.

That is, inanimate objects which can stimulate... a distinct impression of

owners or of someone who touched them.

Until then, ladies and gentlemen, good evening.

See if I can come in.

Miss Cross, this is Sergeant Brown. How do you do? How do you do? May I see it?

See what?

The dagger. You must have found it, otherwise you wouldn't be here.

Yes, that's it. That's the one I saw.

The lab says it's clean, no print, but there are bloodstains.

Mrs. Todd's type.

Where were you on the night of Mrs. Todd's death?

I was right here working in the lab.

Can anyone verify that?

I see.

A pair of skeptics.

Rudy.

Rudy, this is Chief Ironside and Sergeant Brown.

Rudy Sands, my live assistant.

We've met.

Rudy, where were you on Thursday night?

Thursday?

Oh, I was right here with you, Miss Cross. We were doing that Kirlian

photography.

Yes, thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, tell me, Rudy.

How well do you know Susan Todd?

Well, not as well as I'd like to.

Not anymore.

Thank you, Rudy.

Well, are you satisfied? Are you still skeptical?

I'm always satisfied with the fact, Miss Cross.

May I?

That night I had such a strong impression of Lydia Todd.

And then this knife.

So clear, so vivid.

What is it?

Something evil.

I knew it before I touched it.

Who then?

She's in danger.

Extreme danger.

Right now.

Hello?

So is it?

We heard it scream. It came from the attic.

She's nowhere in the house, sir.

What did you find?

This.

And a trunk full of clothes. Boys' clothes.

Who do they belong to?

I don't know, sir. Everything in the attic belongs to Mrs. Potter.

Ed, please check outside.

All right.

Mark, I want you to give me Jeff Hanley's address.

And I want you to meet me there.

What happened to Ed?

He's talking to a prowler he picked up near the Todd house, David Hawkins, the

gardener who was fired.

Evidently, he wanted to see Susan again. He slipped into the house and

frightened her.

What makes you think she's going to come here?

You want me to pick him up?

No. Let's see where they're going.

I didn't ring.

I know.

I saw you through the window.

You probably followed Susan here.

Again, you're quite right.

Susan, Jeff.

Susan.

We heard what we thought was a scream at your house. Was that you?

Yes.

I saw something in the attic.

And I got frightened and I ran.

What did you see?

I'm not sure. I don't know. She came over to my place.

Asked me to bring her here.

Why?

Susan came here to ask me to help her.

And I promised that I would.

What kind of help?

There's only one way I know of to prove she didn't kill her mother.

And that is?

Ask her mother.

Just relax, Susan.

I want to make contact with someone who will act as our intermediary so we can

bring your mother through on what we call the left -hand plane.

All right?

Bless you, child.

Bless you. We're all friends here.

Bless you, rain girl.

Bless you.

I'm trying to contact Susan's mother, Lydia Todd.

Do you think you can help her come through to us?

Please try to help her.

Bless you, child.

Bless you, rain girl.

Bless you.

I can't read it.

Come.

Susan, thank you for the rose.

You were not responsible for my death.

Bless you, Lydia.

I suppose we could just chalk it up to theatrics.

She wasn't a Mrs. Todd's funeral, was she?

No. She couldn't have known about the rose unless someone told her.

She's right, you know.

Susan didn't kill her.

It was me.

She's resting comfortably now.

Good. It was quite a night.

I warned you what would happen.

If she were allowed to continue this psychic nonsense.

The decision was hers.

All I could do was see that it didn't go too far.

From what I can gather, it went far enough.

I find it difficult to make judgments when it comes to the supernatural.

But I will admit some very peculiar things have been happening.

Susan's so -called spirit voice is probably a manifestation of split

personality. You've heard of that, I'm sure.

Yes, I have.

But I've never seen it before.

The voice, the expression.

Everything was that of a boy, a young boy.

There are case histories of multiple personalities ranging up to a dozen, and

each one distinctly different.

But the thing that disturbs me about Susan's case is that I have never seen

evidence of this before.

You have any idea who this other personality might be?

No. Doctor, do you think Susan killed her mother?

Not Susan, no.

But this other personality.

This young boy.

I don't know about him.

Hi, Doctor. Jeff.

How's Susan?

She'll be all right.

Can I see her?

Yes, when she wakes up.

Morning.

Try to stick around for a while? Not at all.

There was really something last night, wasn't it?

You've never seen it that way before?

No, sir.

See, Farnside, there's a telephone call for you, sir. You can take it in here.

Thank you, Mr. Hawkins.

Farnside.

You weren't easy to locate, Mr. Todd.

Well, I haven't exactly been advertising it since I've been recuperating.

You see, I have this little problem. I get a little drunk once in a while.

But you knew about your wife?

Yes, I read about it in the papers.

And to be honest, I wasn't exactly grief -stricken.

Why not?

She wasn't exactly an easy person to live with.

Impossible, in fact.

You see, in me, Chief Ironside, you see the personification of the man driven to

drink.

Were you here on the night she was killed?

I broke out of here last week.

Went on a bender.

Lasted five days. They found me at the local Y.

When I sobered up, I couldn't remember anything.

I guess that's pretty bad, huh?

That's not too good.

Can you give us the address of the Y? Who found you? The office has all that

information.

But I didn't kill Lydia, Chief Ironside. I couldn't.

Drunk or sober, I couldn't. Count it, huh?

Well, apart from everything else...

I really loved her.

Now, there's masochism for you.

See, when we were married in Toronto, she was a lot like Susan.

Gentle, kind, a different kind of woman.

She still mourned her dead husband, but I thought I could change all that.

Even the psychiatrist thought it was a good idea that we were getting married.

Dr. Stone?

Yes.

Dr. Stone.

Mrs. Todd kept a trunk full of boys' clothes in the attic.

What do you know about them?

Well, my wife had a son.

He died a long time ago.

It was hard to get her to talk about it.

I guess the clothes must have been his.

Did your wife's son have a name?

Neil.

It was Neil.

I saw him.

Dr. Gallen says it's all in your mind, Susan.

He can help you. He helped me, didn't he?

You remember what a mess I was the first time we met in his office.

He can't help me.

Neither can Justine Cross. They both tried.

Don't you understand?

He's here.

He's inside me.

And he's strong, Jeff. And he's getting stronger.

And pretty soon he's going to be so strong that he's going to be able to

over altogether.

Nobody can help me.

Listen, Susan.

When I was working on my term paper, I met a group of people.

Maybe they can help you.

Hey, Chief, I've been going over some of the statements.

You remember Jeff Hanley said he brought Susan home about an hour before Mrs.

Todd died?

Yes, he dropped her off and went back to his apartment.

There's a neighbor here who's willing to swear she saw Jeff's car parked a

little way up the street, way past the time he should have been home.

And one of the truck drivers at the landfill gave us a description of a man

saw near where you found that dagger.

It could be Jeff Hanley.

The description fits.

Mark, check the Toronto police.

A boy named Neil Barton died. How long ago, Ed?

The clothes looked like they belonged to a boy about 10 or 12 years old. It was

the... Lydia Todd's son, Susan's brother.

Fran, I want to talk to Jeff Hanley. He's probably at the Todd's.

Mark, I want to know how the brother died and the cause.

And get a line on Dr.

Stoney. He's a psychiatrist practicing in Toronto.

Mr. Hawkins, this is Chief Ironside's office. I'd like to speak to Jeff

Is he still there?

I see.

Thank you.

He and Susan left together about a half an hour ago.

They didn't say where they were going or when they'd be back.

One of the most important beliefs of our group, is of white witchcraft, is in

hurtlessness.

That's an article of faith.

We teach that...

Well, the only sin is to hurt either oneself or someone else. So you see,

Susan, white witchcraft is really like a religion, a way of life in which its

members are devoted to helping people.

And if you think that we can help you, we'd like to try.

Do you think you can trust us?

Hmm?

Good.

Tonight, then.

You found either of them yet? No, but I found his thesis Jeff Hanley was working

on.

The new pagans.

Witchcraft and the occult in modern society.

Yes, I do.

There are some 80 ,000 witches in the United States, with 6 ,000 in the

area alone.

So?

So, I'm going to start checking out all the local covenants.

He had to research this material somewhere.

Here, you lead.

Hello? Yes, it is.

Ah, what a pleasant surprise.

How's the investigation going?

A reasonable step at a time, Miss Cross.

Remember when you saw the murder weapon?

It reminded you of something.

Yes, and I still haven't been able to place it.

Could it have anything to do with witchcraft?

Of course.

An athame, I should have known.

And exactly what is an athame?

It's a sacrificial dagger.

We conjure the fire.

By him that made thee and all the other creatures of this world to burn and

consume this spirit, Neil.

Now and forevermore.

We command thee, O spirit, which hath invaded the body of this child, Susan.

We command thee to reveal life, then.

And if not, thy name and symbol shall be burned in the box and afterward buried.

Appear.

Reveal thyself.

We command thee.

What a stupid freak show.

You can't get rid of me.

You'll never get rid of me.

Oh, spirit,

kneel.

Because thou hast answered our demands.

I hereby license thee to depart.

Go, I say.

I conjure thee to withdraw from Susan in peace.

You make me laugh.

All of you.

You have no power over me.

You are nothing.

Because thou hast refused our commands, I curse thee to the depths of the

bottomless pit.

There to remain. Shut up!

And stop wasting my time.

I am not leaving my dear sister.

Ever.

And neither you nor anybody else can do anything about that.

Who's picked up at his apartment?

Why?

What's this all about?

Where's Susan?

I dropped her off at home late last night.

Brian, call Susan, see if she's all right.

Why shouldn't she be all right? Maybe you can tell me.

You seem to be around when things happen.

Look, Chief Ironside, I don't know what you're getting at. You were at the Todd

house the night Susan's mother was murdered. Susan and I are seeing each

I'm over there a lot.

Hello?

No, this is Dr. Gallant.

Yes, she's all right, but tell Chief Ironside I don't know how much more of

she can take. She may have to be hospitalized.

Thank you, Doctor.

She's okay.

The doctor's there.

On the night Lydia Todd was murdered, your car was seen outside the Todd house

after you dropped Susan off.

The battery was dead.

The car wouldn't start. I walked home. You were also seen at the landfill where

the murder weapon was found.

I was getting rid of some junk.

People go there all the time. It's a public dump.

Where did you and Susan go yesterday?

To see some friends of mine.

Do they have anything to do with your interest in witchcraft?

How did you know about... Your thesis.

Okay. I joined the group so I could get some background.

I wanted to find out about it so I could give my thesis some authenticity. I

quit as soon as I wrote the thing. Where is the coven located?

Don't tell me you think that Mrs. Todd was killed by witchcraft.

The sergeant asked you a question.

The coven is run by a guy named Earl Jansen. They meet at a tennis club on

Fulton Street.

I presume you know what an Nathami is.

Well, certainly. It's an integral part of our ritual.

Where do you keep yours?

Captain.

You seem well -versed in our terminology, Chief Ironside. I learn a

each day.

Well, I hope that you understand what we do. We do on a purely metaphysical

level. I mean, bloodletting, sacrifice, that sort of thing. It's a part of black

witchcraft. We have nothing to do with that.

Now, these used to be a pair.

We mislaid one a week ago.

Now they're both gone.

It was there yesterday. I saw it. Yeah?

Where'd you get that?

That is the dagger that was taken last week.

It was used to murder Lydia Todd.

I don't understand.

Was Jeff Hanley here before you discovered the first dagger was missing?

I'm really not sure.

He was here. Remember, it was the night before we read about Mrs. Todd's murder.

He was here for dinner.

He was here last night, too.

With Susan.

Todd? Any idea who he called?

No, right now he's headed in the direction of the Todd house.

All right, I'll assume that's where he's going. We'll meet you there.

Hello?

The evil inside you is growing stronger.

It must be exorcised in the way of the old ones.

I can help you.

I can help drive the evil from your body.

Do as you were instructed, Susan.

Astereth, Asmodeus, princess of Amity.

I conjure you to accept the sacrifice of this child.

I shall feel no pain, but shall be reborn. Would you offer in return for

everlasting freedom?

Am I interrupting anything?

Come on in.

I thought you might be interested in this book. It describes the various

ceremonies and rituals where an athami might be used.

It was used last night.

An attempt on Susan's life by Jeff Hanley.

Oh, no.

Is she all right?

Yes, we have a man with her.

Do you think Jeff killed Lydia?

Looks that way.

We'll know more when we can talk to him. He's at the hospital unconscious.

Why would he do it? What's his motive?

Both Mrs. Todd and Susan were emotionally disturbed.

He may have thought he was helping them.

By killing them?

A form of exorcism.

Well, I guess you won't be needing this. Your investigation's over.

Not quite, I'm afraid.

The phone was off the hook again last night, as it was with Mrs. Todd.

This time Sergeant Brown heard music.

Oriental music.

Now, someone must have placed that call.

Justine. Hmm?

What's your opinion of the use of music as a hypnotic trigger?

Oh, it could work, certainly.

But that's a little bit out of my line.

Suppose I arrange for you to talk to somebody at the university.

I'd appreciate that.

Robert, whichever way your investigation goes, will it help Susan?

I mean, there's still the fact of her possession.

I'm leaving that part up to the experts.

Her psychiatrist and you.

I'm really worried about her.

I've had another impression.

It's terribly vague.

It happened while I was driving over here.

I have this feeling of danger for Susan.

And... And?

And a blind man.

A blind man driving a car.