Mister Wizard:
Helena left the house and did a double take toward the windows of the front parlor. They were, indeed, intact. She didn’t know what to think of that experience. Her spirits lifted, she had some proof that she wasn’t wasting her time, Madame Griselda was pretty adamant that Missy still lived. She would need to think about the other things she learned.
Helena gave the two men a wave as she hurried down the walkway toward Bessie. Both sat silently as Sigmund helped her into the back seat. Lane didn’t say a word, didn’t ask for where they were going. He just knew they were going away from that unsettling house. After traveling a few blocks, Lane pulled Bessie to the side of the road, set the brake, and drew a small silver flask from an inner coat pocket. Sigmund did the same t
