Tony heard a voice calling, "Mr. Blackwell." He turned. Dr. Mattson was at his side.
"You have two beautiful, healthy twin daughters, Mr. Black-well."
Tony saw the look in his eyes. "Marianne - she's all right, isn't she?"
Dr. Mattson took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry. We did everything we could. She died on the - "
"She what?" It was a scream. Tony grabbed Dr. Mattson's lapels and shook him. "You're lying! She's not dead."
"Mr. Blackwell - "
"Where is she? I want to see her."
"You can't go in just now. They're preparing her - "
Tony cried out, "You killed her, you bastard! You killed her." He began attacking the doctor. Two interns hurried in and grabbed Tony's arms.
"Now take it easy, Mr. Blackwell."
Tony fought like a madman. "I want to see my wife!"
Dr. John Harley hurried up to the group. "Let him go," he commanded. "Leave us alone."
Dr. Mattson and the interns left. Tony was weeping brokenly. "John, they k-killed Marianne. They m-murdered her."
"She's dead, Tony, and I'm sorry. But no one murdered her. I told her months ago if she went ahead with this pregnancy it could kill her."
It took a long moment for the words to sink in. "What are you talking about?"
"Marianne didn't tell you? Your mother didn't say anything?"
Tony was staring at him, his eyes uncomprehending. "My mother?"
"She thought I was being an alarmist. She advised Marianne to go ahead with it. I'm so sorry, Tony. I've seen the twins. They're beautiful. Wouldn't you like to - ?"
Tony was gone.
Kate's butler opened the door for Tony.
"Good morning, Mr. Blackwell."
"Good morning, Lester."
The butler took in Tony's disheveled appearance. "Is everything all right, sir?"
"Everything is fine. Would you make me a cup of coffee, Lester?"
"Certainly, sir."
Tony watched the butler move toward the kitchen. Now, Tony, the voice in his head commanded.
Yes. Now. Tony turned and walked into the trophy room. He went to the cabinet that held the gun collection, and he stared at the gleaming array of instruments of death.
Open the cabinet, Tony.
He opened it. He selected a revolver from the gun rack and checked the barrel to make sure it was loaded.
She'll be upstairs, Tony.
Tony turned and started up the stairs. He knew now that it was not his mother's fault that she was evil. She was possessed, and he was going to cure her. The company had taken her soul, and Kate was not responsible for what she did. His mother and the company had become one, and when he killed her, the company would die.
He was outside Kate's bedroom door.
Open the door, the voice commanded.
Tony opened the door. Kate was dressing in front of a mirror when she heard the door open.
"Tony! What on earth - "
He carefully aimed the gun at her and began squeezing the trigger.
Chapter 22
The right of primogeniture - the claim of the first-born to a family title or estate - is deeply rooted in history. Among royal families in Europe a high official is present at every birth of a possible heir to a queen or princess so that should twins be born, the right of succession will not be in dispute. Dr. Mattson was careful to note which twin had been delivered first.
Everyone agreed that the Blackwell twins were the most beautiful babies they had ever seen. They were healthy and unusually lively, and the nurses at the hospital kept finding excuses to go in and look at them. Part of the fascination, although none of the nurses would have admitted it, was the mysterious stories that were circulating about the twins' family. Their mother had died during childbirth. The twins' father had disappeared, and there were rumors he had murdered his mother, but no one was able to substantiate the reports. There was nothing about it in the newspapers, save for a brief item that Tony Blackwell had suffered a nervous breakdown over the death of his wife and was in seclusion. When the press tried to question Dr. Harley, he gave them a brusque, "No comment."
The past few days had been hell for John Harley. As long as he lived, he would remember the scene when he reached Kate Blackwell's bedroom after a frantic phone call from the butler. Kate was lying on the floor in a coma, bullet wounds in her neck and chest, her blood spilling onto the white rug. Tony was going through her closets, slashing his mother's clothes to shreds with a pair of scissors.
Dr. Harley took one quick look at Kate and hurriedly telephoned for an ambulance. He knelt at Kate's side and felt her pulse. It was weak and thready, and her face was turning blue. She was going into shock. He swiftly gave her an injection of adrenaline and sodium bicarbonate.
"What happened?" Dr. Harley asked.
The butler was soaked in perspiration. "I - I don't know. Mr. Blackwell asked me to make him some coffee. I was in the kitchen when I heard the sound of gunfire. I ran upstairs and found Mrs. Blackwell on the floor, like this. Mr. Blackwell was standing over her, saying, "It can't hurt you anymore, Mother. I killed it.' And he went into the closet and started cutting her dresses."
Dr. Harley turned to Tony. "What are you doing, Tony?"
A savage slash. "I'm helping Mother. I'm destroying the company. It killed Marianne, you know." He continued slashing at the dresses in Kate's closet.
Kate was rushed to the emergency ward of a midtown private hospital owned by Kruger-Brent, Ltd. She was given four blood transfusions during the operation to remove the bullets.
It took three male nurses to force Tony into an ambulance, and it was only after Dr. Harley gave him an injection that Tony was quiet. A police unit had responded to the ambulance call, and Dr. Harley summoned Brad Rogers to deal with them. Through means that Dr. Harley did not understand, there was no mention in the media of the shooting.