She turned and started to walk toward the front of the church again. Behind her, she heard the chillingly familiar rasp of a hat pin being pulled from a hat and then the patter of running feet coming up behind her, and in that instant, she understood everything.
Sarah threw herself into the nearest pew as Mrs. Wells dove for her. The woman stumbled, her momentum carrying her forward when she missed Sarah, so that she fell headlong to the floor.
Catching herself on the back of a pew, Sarah kept her feet and started for the opposite aisle as quickly as she could. The space between the benches was too narrow for real speed and her skirts kept trying to tangle with her feet, but she lurched on, knowing her attacker would be hindered the same way if she tried to follow.
She should scream. Someone would come if she screamed, but she didn’t have the breath to do it. She’d have to concentrate on getting away instead.
She heard Mrs. Wells scrambling to her feet. Sarah risked a backward glance. The woman’s hat was askew, and she held the hat pin like a knife, ready to plunge it into flesh. For a second Sarah thought the other woman was going to come after her, but then she turned and started running back down the aisle, toward the rear of the church. That’s when Sarah realized she was planning to cut her off before she could reach the door and make her escape.
Sarah’s only chance was to beat her there. Terror propelled her out from between the pews and into the opposite aisle. Lifting her skirts with both hands, she raced toward the rear of the church. Watching her adversary out of the corner of her eye, she saw that she stood a good chance. If she didn’t fall, if she didn’t stumble, if she didn’t slip…
Her breath gasping, she reached the last pew, and she saw that she was going to make it. She was closer to the door, and she would escape into the street and then she would -
“No!” a shrill voice cried, and Sarah saw a tiny wraith streak from shadows near the doors straight for Mrs. Wells, who was running toward Sarah. The woman caught herself just in time to keep from sprawling over the tiny figure, who grabbed her around the legs as she had done to Sarah only a short time ago.
“Aggie, run!” Sarah cried, freezing in her tracks, but she was too late. The child cried out in pain as Mrs. Wells clutched a handful of her hair and held her fast with one hand while she raised the hat pin threateningly with the other. She looked up at Sarah in triumph. “Don’t hurt her!” Sarah pleaded desperately.
“Why not?” Mrs. Wells asked, her voice icily calm. “She’d be better off, just like the rest of them. She’d be in heaven.”
Oh, dear God! Sarah had to think, to plan. She had to figure out how to save Aggie, so she had to keep Mrs. Wells talking until she thought of something. “Why?” she asked, her voice hoarse with terror. “Why did you do it?”
“I had to save them,” she said, as if that made perfect sense. “Before the devil got them again.” Aggie was whimpering softly, but thank heaven, she wasn’t struggling.
“Were there others, before Emilia?” Sarah asked in an effort to distract her.
“Oh, yes. Once I realized how many of them would weaken and fall away, I knew I had to do something to save them.”
Sarah’s heart was pounding, and she felt the gorge rising in her throat, but she swallowed it down. “Please, let Aggie go.”
Mrs. Wells considered the request. “All right,” she said, and for a second Sarah’s heart leaped with hope. “But you must stay.”
“My life for hers, is that it?” Sarah asked unsteadily.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Brandt, but I can’t allow you to interfere. My work is too important. Those girls will go to hell unless I save them. I can’t let anything stop me.”
The woman wasn’t thinking clearly at all, Sarah realized. She was bound to come under suspicion. But Sarah didn’t think there was any chance of reasoning with her. She could never recall being so frightened. She could barely breathe, but she had to be strong for Aggie. The child kept trying to turn her little head to look at Sarah, but Mrs. Wells held her too tightly, the hat pin poised to strike if Sarah made a false move.
“It will be over quickly,” Mrs. Wells promised. “You won’t suffer.”
Drawing a deep breath, Sarah somehow managed to keep her voice steady. “All right, Mrs. Wells. But you must let Aggie go.”
“Not until… it’s over,” she said quite firmly. “I’m afraid I don’t trust you to keep your part of the bargain if I release her. And she’ll never be able to tell what happened, so it doesn’t matter if she knows or not.”
Sarah thought she heard something outside, but she was afraid to call for help. Mrs. Wells might panic and stab Aggie. She’d have to rely on her own wits and strength to save them both. She took a step toward the madwoman, and then another. Aggie was sobbing now. Another step, measuring, trying to decide how she could grab the hand that held the pin before -
“Sarah!”
The church doors slammed open, and Sarah instinctively looked to see Richard Dennis charging through them.
“She’s got Aggie!” she cried and lunged for the other woman.
All Sarah could see was the hand holding the hat pin raised over Aggie’s tiny neck. If she could grab it and stop it -
But Richard got there first. He snatched Aggie away just as the hat pin plunged downward. Someone else was calling Sarah’s name, but she didn’t have time to even look up. She was too busy wrestling Mrs. Wells, both of her hands wrapped around the fist that still clutched the hat pin.
Then suddenly someone was helping, overpowering Mrs. Wells and wrenching the hat pin from her fingers. A rough arm pushed Sarah away, and she recognized Malloy. He thrust the hat pin into Sarah’s hand and shoved Mrs. Wells to her knees, twisting one of her arms behind her back. She cried out in pain, but Malloy didn’t release his grip.
“What’s going on here!” an outraged voice shouted. “Get out of here or I’ll call the police!” Father Ahearn was running down the aisle toward them. He wore only an undershirt and trousers and looked very unpriestly.
“I am the police,” Malloy shouted back. “This woman is a murderer, and she’s very dangerous. Get me something to tie her up.”
The startled priest stared at the tableau for only a moment before hurrying to obey.
Malloy turned to Sarah. “What the hell were you trying to do?” he demanded, but he didn’t wait for an answer. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Take that other pin away from her!” she added, suddenly horrified to realize Mrs. Wells had another one still in her hat.
Malloy relieved the woman of that one, too, and handed it to Sarah as well. Mrs. Wells’s hat slipped off and fell to the floor in front of her. Malloy continued to hold her firmly and painfully in place.
“Can you help me here?” Richard asked, his voice oddly strained.
Sarah hurried to his aid. He lay on the floor where he had fallen in the scuffle, and he held a terrified Aggie to his chest. Still clutching the hat pins in her left hand, Sarah reached out her right one and Aggie grabbed it. Scrambling out of Richard’s arms, the child threw herself at Sarah and fairly climbed up her body until her little arms were wrapped tightly around Sarah’s neck and her legs around Sarah’s waist. Sarah managed to stagger over to one of the pews and sit down, setting the hat pins on the seat beside her so she could hold the child with both arms. Her little body was trembling, and Sarah crooned meaningless words of comfort into the soft cloud of her hair.