Chapter 3: Time Travel

A door opens and Heather Cranston enters a room where Lamont is waiting. She tells him that Nany is sleeping – the doctor gave her a sedative. Her husband is sitting beside her like a frightened child...it's sweet. The door opens again for Clemons – Lamont instructs him to take the new mirror up to the attic. Clemons acquiesces with bad grace. Margot doesn't like him. ''Just a sullen old man.'' Lamont and Heather leave the house while Margot returns to work, confident that nothing can happen that night. They leave.

Nancy Craig moans in her sleep. A low, whispering voice (not the Shadow's!) calls her name. She wakens, but can see nothing. The voice exhorts her to get up, and in her drugged state she obeys. The voice exhorts her up to the attic, and protestingly she obeys…upstairs, into the attic. Nancy can't see anything – then ''There, there it is.'' She looks into the mirror…''I see a face….the face of Clemons…green…it's so green…I see his neck. There's a rope around his neck, and it's drawn tight. Tight! And... he's dead!

Lamont has picked up Heather and they pull up in front of the Craig house in a screech of brakes. Clemons answers the door to them, more surly than ever if that's possible. To their surprise, he leaves them in the hallway. John Craig rushes up to them, his words rolling over themselves in his agitation. He'd been sitting downstairs, he couldn't sleep. When he went upstairs he looked in her room to see if she was all right, and she wasn't there! ''Have you checked the attic?'' asks Lamont ''No, we never go there….But why the attic?'' Because that's where the mirror is.'' Lamont says grimly.

They find Nancy Craig collapsed in front of the mirror, laughing quietly to herself. As they carry her to her room, she murmurs both laughing and crying, ''Poor old Clemons….funny old man…funny…green Clemons, green, green, green…and the room was red…and the furniture was so brown, brown, brown…poor old Clemons…he looked so funny in the mirror…''

Lamont Cranston pays a visit to Clemons, as the Shadow. Poor Clemons lies in bed, moaning. The Shadow's voice comes out of the darkness, demanding to know if he's been pulling tricks on Nancy Craig. ''No..someone's been playing…been playing…tricks…on me…'' Clemons dies.

''It makes a certain amount of sense,'' Lamont Cranston says a few minutes later, to the distraught John Craig. ''She saw Clemons in the mirror, that meant Clemons had to die. Perhaps she took care of…'' ''You don't believe that,'' John protests. ''Have you any better explanation?'' ''No-oh, but Nancy isn't well, she hasn't been well. She can't be held responsible for anything she's done….'' Margot enters the room at this moment, and she and Lamont take their leave.

''Home, Lamont?'' ''No. Upstate.'' ''Upstate?'' ''The town where Nancy's father lived…and died. I want to find out how far that mirror can see.''

So that night The Shadow and Heather Cranston look in the mirror as they examine it they fall in into Christine Daae's dressing room in the Paris Opera House.