looked protectively at the doll. âIâm pretty sure this is a Thomas Edison dollâthe first talking doll. There are only a handful left, and even fewer are intact, which makes them so valuable. Theyhave these little tin phonograph cylinders inside their torsosâall recorded more than one hundred years ago. Theyâre all nursery rhymes that are kind of hard to understand, and one in particularââNow I Lay Me Down to Sleepââis a little scary because it sounds like a woman shouting under duress. For some reason they didnât sell and they halted production after only a month.â
âFor some reason?â I repeated. âI canât imagine parents disliking their child enough to gift them with such a thing unless they were being punished for something serious like vandalism. Or murder.â
âDoes this mean that it belongs to me now?â Jayne asked. She didnât sound as excited as Sophie probably expected her to.
âYes,â Sophie said brightly. âIâd have to take it to an antique doll expert whoâs a friend of mine to verify, but Iâm pretty sure thatâs what this is.â She flipped it around to show an opening through a hole in the back of the dollâs white linen dress. âThe cylinder is so delicate that if I tried to make the doll talk, it would break. Thereâs new technology that can digitally convert the sound from the cylinder so you can hear the original recording, which might be cool to hear.â
Both Jayne and I were shaking our heads. âThat wonât be necessary,â Jayne said. âLetâs let your expert friend assign a value so that I can sell it as quickly as possible.â
âLet me talk with my friend first to see what our first course of action should be. Weâll leave it here for now, where itâs safe.â As Sophie was distracted replacing the doll in the rocking chair, I gave a thumbs-up at Jayne to let her know that at least on this subject, I was in full agreement.
âI think Iâve seen enough,â Jayne said, turning toward the door.
I followed closely behind her. âThis is a huge decision, and something that involves a lot of thought. I want you to mull it over for a couple of days, and then weâll talk.â
She stopped and faced me. âI donât like old houses, and seeing this hasnât really changed my mind. Iâm ready to list it as is.â
I could feel Sophieâs gaze boring into the back of my head. âI know, and I understand your point of view. I really do. I just want you toconsider Button Pinckney. She entrusted this house to your care for whatever reason, but Iâm sure she didnât make her decision lightly. Thatâs something you need time to think about.â
Her narrow shoulders sagged. âFine. Iâll think about it. But I can tell you I wonât change my mind.â
We headed toward the stairway and once again I had the sensation of being pursued and another of being pulled back. I stared straight ahead, trying to see but still aware of the wall that was apparently interfering withâif not totally blockingâmy sixth sense.
Halfway down the stairs, I heard the sound again, something tinny and metallic, but this time it sounded more like words. Neither Jayne nor Sophie appeared to have heard it, so I kept heading toward the door, almost as eager as Jayne to close the door behind us.
It wasnât until I was relocking the key in the lockbox that I realized that the doll had spoken, but it wasnât a nursery rhyme. It had been the unmistakable two words that I was unfortunately growing accustomed to.
Go away.
CHAPTER 6
âA re you ready?â Jack asked as he opened the door to the nursery, where Iâd been dressing the twins in preparation for our meeting with Jayne.
âAlmost. If you can put on JJâs shoes, that would be helpful. Iâve already put them on