Dance with the Devil

Then since she could not establish any satisfactory explanation, she tried to forget them. It was better to dismiss them altogether, she decided, than to allow herself even to consider Yuri's absurd stories.
        On her way back to Owlsden, she carefully quartered the large yard, striking first to the left and then back to the right, searching for a pair of footprints other than her own that lead from the house and into the forest. She gained the kitchen door without locating them, and she went reluctantly into the deserted kitchen.
        It seemed fairly obvious to Katherine that one of the cultists had a key to the kitchen door and had come there directly after the conclusion of the Satanic ceremonies the previous night. That could indicate that a member of the household was a devil worshiper who had gone to the fire site by a different route in the company of his strange companions, but who had taken the more direct route home again when the ritual was over with.
        But she didn't want to believe that. As she mentally reviewed the list of people who lived in Owlsden, she felt certain none of them could be cultists.
        The only other possibility was that one of the devil worshipers had illegally obtained a key to the house and had come here last night on some private mission without the knowledge or consent of anyone in the household. A stranger with a key to Owlsden could be more easily dealt with than a member of the household who was also a cultist. One was simple criminal activity, open to the usual rules of deduction, while the other was a problem of psychology completely beyond her ken. She much preferred it to be this way-and, therefore, in her mind at least, it was.
        She took off her wet boots and stood them on the rubber mat just inside the door, went upstairs and changed clothes again. As she stood at the full-length mirror, brushing her golden hair over her shoulders, she decided to tell Yuri what she had found at the earliest opportunity. He would know how to handle it without upsetting Lydia-unless the role he was playing required him to respond differently than she expected…
        Later, when she started out of the room to keep her luncheon engagement with Lydia, she found that she had unconsciously locked her bedroom door, even though it was the middle of the day. She shook her head, silently berating herself, unlocked it and went on her way. Was she beginning to put credence in Yuri's tales?

CHAPTER 8
        
        Lydia was in an exceptionally cheerful mood at lunch, quite as if she had never heard a single word about the devil worshipers who had defiled her father's church, and as if the confrontation the evening before between her and her son had never taken place. She and Katherine ate lunch alone in the smallest of the three dining rooms: cottage cheese and cinnamon, fruit salad and English muffins, all light but filling.
        Katherine did not mention the bonfire or the things she had found during her morning inspection, but she was coincidentally afforded the opportunity to learn how many people had keys to the mansion. At the very beginning of the meal, Lydia handed her a set of keys to all the main locks in the house and said, “Now you can come and go as you please.”
        “I'll guard them well,” Katherine said, tucking them immediately into her purse.
        Lydia laughed. “Actually, if Yuri didn't insist, we'd probably have the doors standing open all the time. Locks are a bother in a town the size of Roxburgh where your criminals are numbered on one hand-and are usually nothing more serious than chronic drunkards. As it is, we're always having to order new sets of keys to hand out to friends.”
        “People outside the household have keys to the doors?” Katharine asked, trying to keep her voice light so that the question would seem more like conversational banter than anything more serious.
        “My, yes!” Lydia said. “I have a couple of friends that knew my husband when he was alive, and I see they have keys so they can use the books in the library even when the household is closed up for our spring and fall holidays. Then, half a dozen or so of Alex's friends have keys so they can use the projection room or the library or the pool while we're gone. We take three weeks off in May and three in September, to travel.”
        “I see,” Katherine said. Eight keys outside the household. Even if those eight people did not