The visitor is Lawrence Guthrie, from Augusta, investigating the mysterious murders in town--I know it's late, but I'd like to come in. Philip is more than happy to invite him in. Jeb requests his ID. This is Jeb Hawkes, our boarder, introduces Philip. Guthrie takes out his wallet and shows his ID to Jeb, then says, Mr. Todd, I want to ask you the same questions Davenport asked. I don't mind, says Philip--I'll tell you anything I can--we were very upset about Davenport. Why? asks Jeb, when such a man dies in the line of duty, isn't that the way he wants to go?Guthrie looks at the grinning Jeb and suggests, that's an odd point of view. Mr. Todd, how long was Paul Stoddard here the night he was murdered? Just a few minutes, responds Philip. Where did he stand? queries Guthrie. About where you're standing now, replies Philip. So he was never near that door? asks Guthrie. No, unless it was during the time my wife Megan came up to get him, says Philip. Jeb watches, his tongue thrust into his right cheek. I don't think so, adds Philip--I think the minute she left the room, he ran out--she said he was in a terribly disturbed state. Philip offers to awaken Megan to speak to Guthrie. Don't bother, says the lawman--I'll talk to her another time. As the man walks around the shop, Jeb and Philip stare at each other. Jeb saunters up to the guy and asks, what were those questions about?--I'd like to know. I'd like to know a few things, too, says Guthrie--may I see your ID? I wasn't here the night of the murders, says Jeb, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket and handing it to Guthrie. Yes, I know--where were you? asks Guthrie. Traveling, replies Jeb, cross-country, on both business and pleasure--I'm a photographer. You must have gotten some interesting pictures, remarks Guthrie--I'd like to see them someday--I'm an amateur photographer myself. He hands Jeb back his ID and says goodnight.
If she tries to destroy Adam, HE will destroy HER, permanently-this is fair warning, says Nicholas. He heads upstairs and she gazes after him, pissed off. Just find Adam, she says to herself, and she'll find a way to outwit Nicholas and destroy Adam--her curse must continue. Cassandra faces Barnabas' portrait--nothing can prevent it from reaching Barnabas-nothing! she vows.
Trask observes, you weren't at dinner tonight--Charity was upset. I haven't been feeling well, says Tim, give her my apologies. One must not give in to these weaknesses, advises Trask--I trust you feel strong enough to go to Collinwood--Mrs. Trask has come back with unsettling news. Do they want to send the children back? asks Tim eagerly. No, says Trask, Rachel has decided not to return. Tim looks pleased.
Trask orders Jamison to go to his room and study. Left alone, Trask tells Tim, that boy needs discipline--he shall have it!--you aren't being lenient, are you? No, says Tim. Guard against that tendency, warns Trask--children are animals, they can be taught, but not by talking, but through fear. (Sweet guy--who's really an animal here?!)
Julia says, we know what's in the whiskey. Chris asks what was in the booze that got him sick. Julia and Barn exchange glances; Barnabas tells him to be completely honest. Julia tells him the whiskey was poisoned, which stuns Chris. Who put it there? asks Barnabas. Chris assures them he's considered suicide, but I now have both of you to help me--this isn't the time to do it--I never left the house, nor was anyone else there. Then Chris remembers--David, but he wouldn't have done this--the boy was here for a short while about 6 AM--he stayed right with me the whole time. Barnabas finds this startling. Chris calls David a good kid who's been nice to Amy. Barnabas tells Julia he must do something that might prove most interesting. Julia will stay with Chris.
We must continue with the seance, insists Trask--we must discover the evil. I'm sorry, says Gerard, it is all over, it's too late!
Roger found out that I knew about the pen, explains Vicki, Carolyn told him--then he came to me and told me his version of what happened that night--that he had been at Lookout Point that night, but had nothing to do with Bill Malloy's death--he said that when he got there, he saw Mr. Malloy, but he was already dead. Did you believe him? asks Patterson. I wanted to believe him, says Vicki, I didn't know what I believed until...things started happening to me--first of all, someone tried to get into my room in the middle of the night. Who? he asks. I don't know, she says, I remember being woken up in the middle of the night hearing footsteps outside in the hall--they stopped outside my door, then my door started to open--I had locked that door! You're positive of that? he asks. Yes I am, she says, I remember locking it--I was terrified. Then whoever it was trying to get into your room must have had a key, says Patterson. I suppose so, she says, locked doors do not open by themselves.!
Are you the same Barnabas those people are talking about? demands Quentin. No, I'm not, replies Barnabas. I've only known you a few hours, points out Quentin--how do I know whether or not you're telling me the truth? If I were that man, why would I lie about it? asks Barnabas--why not just admit it? For a very good reason, says Quentin--the Barnabas they're talking about has lived under a curse. What kind of curse? asks Barnabas. I don't know, says Quentin, but if you are that Barnabas, there's a very good reason for you to be afraid to reveal yourself. I can only reassure you I'm not the man you think I am, says Barnabas--you will simply have to take my word for it. Very well, says Quentin, smiling insincerely, I have to give you the benefit of the doubt, don't I?--you must admit your arrival here now at this time is an amazing coincidence. I can't dispute that, says Barnabas--thank you for understanding.
I know it sounds strange, says Vicki to Liz, as they and Lt. Riley gaze down at the locket with a photo of David on one side and a lock of hair on the other, but I know that locket was on Mrs. Collins the day she moved into Matthew's cottage. That's impossible, says Liz. You must have seen another locket, says Lt. Riley, this one was found in the rubble of a burned out Phoenix apartment house only last week. Then there must be another one just like that, insists Vicki. There isn't another just like it unless Mr. Collins had a copy made of it, says Liz. What was David's hair doing in this one if she said it was in the locket she was wearing? asks Vicki, upset. You must have misunderstood her, says Liz, that's the only way I can account for it. I guess so, says Vicki, unconvinced.
Cottage - Chris, having written a letter to Carolyn, slips it into an envelope and leaves it on the mantel above the fireplace. He takes the gun into his hand. Hearing a woman sobbing, he demands, who's in this room? It's crazy Jenny, hair a total mess. You must not do it, she insists. What are you talking about? asks Chris. You must not die while there is hope, she says. Who are you? he demands. I cannot help you, she says in a hoarse whisper, but HE can!--you must find him! Find who? asks Chris.Quentin Collins, she says, and disappears. Wait! Chris calls, but all he hears is her voice, repeating over and over, "Quentin Collins!"
He tries to sidestep around her accusation that he paid Vicki a visit the night before, but he defensively claims he only wanted to LOOK at her.Bull, says Julia, I know what you are and what you REALLY wanted. He doesn't like taking orders from her, but she says no Vicki if he wants a normal life. She expresses fear that she can't trust him, and he points out they must trust each other; they have no other choice. A really good scene.
Aristede admires himself in a mirror as the pendulum comes closer to unmanning Quentin. "One must look one's best at all important moments," says Aristede, his back is to Quentin, who has managed to free his left hand from the ropes. "As your emissary, I'm sure you want me to be at my best." It's time for me to go for Angelique's answer, says Aristede. The pendulum is now about two inches from target. Aristede jovially asks Quentin, are you a gambling man?--I want to make a wager--"Aww, you don't think it's in the best of taste--you may be right," agrees Aristede--"I'll see you again."