The Inquisitor's Apprentice

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN. No Ticket, No Show

THE THREE of them tumbled off the train and sprinted to the Elephant Hotel just in time to see the last guests arrive.

The cream of New York society filed up the monumental staircase between the elephant’s massive front legs, presented their engraved, gilt-edged invitations to the doormen, and vanished into the belly of the beast. But when Sacha, Lily, and Rosie tried to follow, they found the door guarded by a phalanx of uniformed New York City police officers.

“I’m Edison’s assistant!” Rosie panted to the nearest officer as soon as they were within speaking distance.

He looked her up and down, taking in her disheveled hair and dust-smudged face. “Sure you are, miss. and I’m the Statue of Liberty.”

“But I have to get in!” Rosie pleaded. “Mr. Edison’ll fire me if I don’t show up!”

“I’m sorry, miss.” The policeman was younger than Sacha had at first thought. And he really did look sorry. “No one gets in without a ticket, miss and they’re all sold out. Those’re my orders. And it’s not worth my job to break ’em.”

“Please!” Rosie flashed her most dazzling smile at him. “I’d be so grateful!”

The patrolman blinked and shook his head slightly. He looked as if he’d just been hit over the head with his own nightstick. But he hadn’t completely lost his senses, because he managed to smile back at Rosie and say, “Grateful enough to go out with me next Saturday?”

Lily snorted disgustedly, squared her skinny shoulders, and elbowed Rosie aside. “I assure you, Officer, that we do have tickets,” she told him in her most insufferably patrician voice. “Unfortunately we seem to have misplaced them. I’m sure if you’d simply send someone inside to ask—”

“What’s going on here?” the patrolman asked Rosie in a wounded tone. “I guess now you’re going to try to tell me they work for Mr. Edison too?”

“Look,” Sacha interrupted, ignoring Lily’s furious glare, “we need to speak to Inquisitor Wolf on a matter of extreme urgency!”

“Do you, now?” the policeman asked with elaborate courtesy. He turned to his colleagues. “You hear that, fellows? They need to speak to Inquisitor Wolf on a matter of extreme urgency. Of course I suppose a big important Police Inquisitor like Maximillian Wolf only deals with matters of extreme urgency. He wouldn’t be wearin’ out the soles of his shoes walkin’ the beat. Or get stuck outside taking tickets.” He leaned into Sacha’s face, shaking a big finger menacingly at him. “No ticket, no entry. that’s the way it is. And dropping names will only earn you a kick in the seat of your pants to send you along your way.”

“Well done,” Lily muttered as they turned away and trudged back toward the street.

“You’re one to talk,” Rosie snapped.

“What do we do now?” Sacha asked Rosie.

“Go to the backstage door. It’ll be locked by now. But if we’re lucky, there won’t be a police guard there, and we can bang on it until someone hears us and lets us in. You two! I don’t know which one of you is worse. I would have talked my way in for sure if you’d both just kept your mouths shut!”

They picked their way down a blind alley lined with teetering piles of empty packing crates. There was no guard at the door and it was standing ajar — almost, Sacha thought uncomfortably, as if it had been left open for someone. As he slipped through the open door behind Rosie and Lily, Sacha thought of the way the patrolman at the door had reacted to Wolf’s mere name and the sycophantic way the police commissioner had laughed at Morgaunt’s cruel jokes. He had a sinking feeling that he knew just who — or what — the police had left that door open for.

Rosie led them down a long passage and up a spiral staircase that Sacha guessed must be inside one of the elephant’s legs. It emptied into a hallway whose walls were lined with untidy piles of stage props and theater equipment. And then they were standing in the wings looking into the vast, opulent, velvet-swathed theater that filled all four stories of the elephant’s massive belly.

The show hadn’t yet started, but the audience was a show all by itself. It was the kind of scene Sacha could only imagine in New York. Everyone who was anyone was there, and they were rubbing elbows with a whole lot of people who weren’t anyone at all. Bankers in formal dress looked down their noses at rough-clad workingmen. Housemaids gawped at society women dripping with rubies and diamonds. And over the whole spectacle, rich and poor alike, hung crystal chandeliers tipped with brilliant electric lights — Edison Everlast Electric Bulbs, naturally.

But it wasn’t the lights and diamonds that blazed so brightly in Sacha’s eyes. The audience itself was on fire. It burned with the flame that Roosevelt had called the soul of the city. Not the strength of mere spells and charms, but the strength of people who had left everything they knew behind in order to build new lives in a new world where anything could happen. Some of them had failed miserably, and some had succeeded beyond their wildest dreams. They all had dreams, though. and it was the power of those dreams — the magic of ordinary New Yorkers — that Morgaunt sought to bend to his own selfish ends.

Sacha wanted to tell Lily about this revelation. If she found Wolf first, she had to warn him that Morgaunt would use the crowd’s magic against him. But just as he opened his mouth to speak, the band began to play.

“They’re starting!” Rosie shouted over the strains of “Bewitch Me.” “I have to get changed and find Edison!”

“Will you warn him?” Sacha asked.

“If I can get to him in time. But he won’t listen. He’s stubborn that way.”

Rosie raced across the stage, which was still alive with the bustle of stagehands setting up before the curtain rose. It was the strangest set Sacha had ever seen. On one side sprawled the etherograph in a chaotic bird’s nest of wires and switches and clamps and insulated footings. On the other side hulked Houdini’s Water Torture Cell with its massive padlocks and its threatening glimmer of bulletproof plate glass. The two mechanisms seemed to be facing off across the empty stage like duelists getting ready to aim their pistols at each other.

Sacha and Lily scanned the audience, trying to find Wolf in the crowd. But the only familiar faces they saw were those of Commissioner Keegan and J. P. Morgaunt — both sitting right in the middle of the front row so that there was no way to get into the audience without going past them.

“Houdini’s our best chance,” Lily said. “at least we know where he is. and even if we can spot Wolf in the crowd, we’d never be able to reach him without Morgaunt seeing us.”

Suddenly, a ripple of excitement coursed through the audience. The curtain rose and Houdini swept onto the stage, flanked by half a dozen burly bodyguards.

Lily sighed. “So much for that.”

While Lily was gazing forlornly after Houdini, Sacha was squinting into the wings, where he could have sworn he’d seen something moving in the shadows.

Sure enough, he heard a faint noise that he would never have noticed if some part of him hadn’t already been listening for it. And off in the gloom he caught a glimpse of the thing he’d been expecting and fearing to see ever since they’d slipped into the theater: a dark, slim, boy-sized shadow.

The dybbuk must have seen Sacha too, because it vanished around a corner as soon as he glanced toward it.

He turned, meaning to call out to Lily. But she had already set off to find Wolf, leaving him alone. If he followed her, he would lose sight of the dybbuk — and lose what might be his last chance to stop it before it got to Edison. If he called out to her, he’d bring every guard and policeman in the building down on top of them. And then the dybbuk would get to Edison anyway.

So Sacha did the only thing he could think of to do.

He followed the dybbuk.