Clip from \"Houdini's Last Seance\".
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Houdini's Last Science by J. T. Seems Lawrence Brown had his ear to the door when it flew open, his wife exiting and running down the hall in a swish of skirts. A middle aged woman with tears streaking down her face, followed out of the room. Oh, Mrs Brown, you angel. You're heaven sent. Are you all right? Lawrence grabbed his cane and hobbled to the woman before she could go further. They both jumped as the door slammed. Mr. Brown, she did it. I didn't believe it at first, but I'm sure of it. We spoke to my son, Danny. The woman cried as she kissed Lawrence. His hand. Oh, that's wonderful, madam. My Dorothy has a gift. She does now. I hope we'll see you back, he said pleasantly trying to extricate his hand from the sobbing woman's clammy, tear soaked grasp. Oh, he will, Mr Brown and all my friends, too. Lawrence leaned on this cane and letter to the front door, discreet in his attempt to show her out as gently as he could. But the woman spun around and her tears and snot spattered onto his arm. He grimaced in disgust. May I please Thank your dear wife, the woman gushed, still sobbing with joy. She ran out of the room before I could offer a proper gratitude. Nothing's made any sense since the war took Danny. She saved me, Mr Brown. Lawrence gently redirected her back toward the door and gave her a sad smile. Dorothy is quite attached to our infant son, is you can imagine being away from him causes her great distress. She's catering to him now. But when you visit again, the woman nodded and thanked him again before finally taking her leave. Lawrence breathe deep and locked up. He turned around slowly, a faint feeling of dread spreading through his mind. The dusty floorboards creak beneath his feet as he made his way to the end of the darkened hall, he knocked lightly on the door with cracking white paint and a black door knob. Dorothy, the only answer was a rapid, creaking. Lawrence closed his eyes and slowly turned the obsidian, Not he closed his eyes and stuck his head into the room. He heard the coups of the baby in the rapid creaking of the rocking chair. Dorothy, my love rousing success is always when you're finished in here. Please come sit with me. I have some rather exciting news. He received no reply and quickly retreated. Shutting the door behind him. Lauren sat on a frame Velvet City in the parlor room for a good hour before the creaking stopped and he heard her rise. He hated the parlor room. It was Dorothy's workspace, and the ghost she talked to lingered in the air even after she had gone. He wasn't a brave man, and he could only tolerate the room. With his eyes tightly shut, the swishing of her long black skirts announced her arrival. Dorothy pause, looking at Lawrence from across the room. What is it? She asked. He looked her up and down. Her black hair was pulled back so tight that it stretched her cheeks. Her long black dress was a severe cut, riding up her neck and covering every surface below her head. A white lace collar was the Onley accent of color. While he appreciated the money her new endeavor brought in, this dark transformation pained him to see Mr Houdini has come back to town. He smiled, holding up a letter in the newspaper clipping. Dorothy flinched, Lawrence swallowed. And I've received this letter from Mr Houdini's Secretary that he is interested in observing your services. My dear, he paused. You do know about the reward, don't you? She crossed the room and glared down at him. The black ruffles of her skirt swallowed his knees. Of course I know about the reward. How might he have known about me, Lawrence? He breathed heavily and looked at his hands. I wrote to him, You've got scores of happy customers. They all call you an angel sent from heaven. I've no doubt you can do this. He means to humiliate me Like all the comes spiritualists that cold read in the street. He stood and grasped her hands affectionately. How could he humiliate you? If your gift is true? She snatched her hand back. My gift is true, but he'll find some way to selling my name. This is my vocation. My calling. Lawrence, How can you let that man into my parlor? We need the money, Dorothy. Mr Houdini is offering it up himself. All you've got to do is speak to his dear departed mother and all of our troubles are solved. We wouldn't have these troubles. had it not been for you, Lawrence, I must go back to my child. Lawrence took a deep breath. She hadn't said no.