David prevails on Quentin to leave Chris alone, probably because Quentin realizes he still needs the kids to do at least some of his work for him.
MT:
Here is a link about the "Dr. Fell" poem. I can't believe I actually found it!
Maggie reads David the riot act, and he plots revenge.
And yes, I believe Maggie has inherited Vicki's room, which once was Elizabeth's and long before that Josette's. When all the lights go out, she goes downstairs to find Mrs. Johnson emptying ashtrays in the drawing room. Quentin proceeds to scare the living daylights out of her.
Mrs. Johnson finally arrives with the bulbs, but she can see that all the lights have gone back on in Maggie's room. I wonder if the lights were ever off to begin with, she wonders. Shakily Maggie replies, I’m in the habit of imagining things. I heard you calling David, Mrs. Johnson says. I thought he was here, but he isn't. He was here, Maggie insists. When I came back, the door to my room was wide open, and when the old phone started to ring, I thought David was playing one of his tricks on me. Mrs. Johnson picks up the phone and says, It isn't even connected. You heard that ring? Please don’t look at me as if I’m crazy, she pleads. Mrs. Johnson retorts, When I told _you_ about seeing that man at the cottage, I got the same look! That’s true, admits the repentant Maggie, but I don’t understand how the old phone rang. I intend to find out. She leaves her room and goes across the hall to David's. He's hiding behind his dresser, smiling. After she leaves, he gets a little star turn, standing silhouetted in eerie light and looking very scary as he recites the poem that Dr. Woodard also spoke shortly before he died:
I do not like thee, Dr. Fell.
The reason why I cannot tell.
But this I know, and very well:
I do not like thee, Dr. Fell.
Thinking David must have gone back to the West Wing, Maggie returns to the storeroom and calls out, David, please answer if you’re here! But she senses someone else is there. Suddenly she finds herself facing a very tall, very handsome, very angry man in a dark frock coat. The air rings with her screams....