Chapter 2
I looked from one to the other. "Surely, you are not serious."
Pinkerton rubbed his hands together. "I came up with the idea yesterday, after successfully resolving Madame Violette's little…problem. Since Meyer's hotel is purported to be haunted, would it not be natural for a spirit medium to wish to visit such a place? If she were of limited funds, she might contact the proprietor and offer to hold séances, card-readings, and so on for his guests, in exchange for free room and board for the week."
I closed my mouth when I realized it had been hanging open. Had it really come to this? I, Penelope Hamilton, whose family belonged to Boston's oldest social registry, masquerading as a hocus-pocus charlatan?
I sighed. I had willfully chosen this profession, for the sake of the adv
