Dance of Death by Douglas Preston, Lincoln Child Read Free Book Online

orderlies. As she came into view and the wheelchair stopped, the string of invectives ceased.
    "Raise my veil," she commanded. Her southern accent was cultivated, almost British, in its modulations.
    One of the orderlies approached and-standing at arm's length- lifted the veil with a gloved hand. Unconsciously, D'Agosta leaned forward, staring curiously.
    Cornelia Pendergast stared back. She had a sharp, catlike face and pale blue eyes. Despite her advancing years, her liver-spotted skin had a strangely youthful glow. As he looked at her, D'Agosta's heart accelerated. He could see-in her intent gaze, in the lines of her cheekbones and jaw-faint outlines of his vanished friend. The resemblance would have been stronger but for the gleam of madness in her eyes.
    For a moment, the room fell utterly silent. As Great-Aunt Cornelia held his gaze, D'Agosta became afraid she would erupt with anger at his lie.
    But then she smiled. "Dear brother. So good of you to come all this way to visit me. You've kept away so very long, you bad creature. Not that I blame you, of course-it's almost more than I can bear, living in the North with all these barbarous Yankees." She gave a little laugh.
    Okay, D'Agosta thought to himself. Constance had told him Great-Aunt Cornelia lived in a fantasy world and would believe herself to be in one of two places: Ravenscry, her husband's estate north of New York City, or in the old Pendergast family mansion in New Orleans. Obviously, today she was in the former.
    "Nice to see you, Cornelia," D'Agosta replied guardedly.
    "And who is this lovely young lady at your side?"
    "This is Laura, my ... my wife."
    Hayward shot him a glance.
    "How delightful! I always wondered when you'd take a bride. High time the Pendergast line was invigorated by new blood. May I offer you some refreshment? Tea, perhaps? Or better still, your favorite, a mint julep?"
    She glanced at the orderlies, who had taken up positions as far away from the woman as possible. They remained motionless.
    "We're fine, thank you," D'Agosta said.
    "I suppose it's just as well. We have such dreadful help these days." She flapped a hand toward the two orderlies behind her, who fairly jumped. Then she leaned forward, as if to impart a confidence across the room. "I envy you. Life is so much more gracious in the South. People up here take no pride in being members of the servile class."
    As D'Agosta nodded in sympathy, a strange, dreamlike unreality began to settle over him. Here was this elegant old woman chatting amiably to a brother she'd poisoned almost forty years before. He wondered just how he was going to go about this. Ostrom had said to keep the meeting short. He'd better get to the point.
    "How, ah, how is the family?" he asked.
    "I'll never forgive my husband for bringing us up to this drafty pile. Not only is the climate dreary, but the lack of culture is shocking. My dear children are my comfort."
    The fond smile that accompanied this observation chilled D'Agosta. He wondered if she'd watched them die.
    "Of course, there are no neighbors fit for company. As a result, my days are my own. I try to walk for the sake of my health, but the air is so raw I'm frequently driven inside. I've gone as pale as a ghost. See for yourself." And from the pillow, she lifted up a thin, palsied hand for his inspection.
    Automatically, D'Agosta stepped forward. Ostrom frowned and nodded for him to stay back.
    "How about the rest of the family?" D'Agosta asked. "I haven't heard from-from our nephews in a long time."
    "Aloysius comes to visit me here every now and then. When he needs advice." She smiled again, and her eyes flashed. "He's such a good boy. Attentive to his elders. Not like the other one."
    "Diogenes," D'Agosta said.
    Great-Aunt Cornelia nodded. "Diogenes." She gave a shudder. "From the day he was born, he was different. And then there was his illness ... and those peculiar eyes of his." She paused. "You know what they said about him."
    "Tell