Sabrina turned to Moth. "What should we do? She's going to kill us all."
"She won't kill me," the fairy said. "I'm a princess."
Sabrina scowled. If they survived, she needed to remember to introduce Moth to her fist. Just then, Mustardseed and his fairies appeared in the sky and surrounded Titania. They threw long, thick ropes around the queen, binding her as she fought and screamed. Mustardseed's men dragged her toward the spot where the Golden Egg had been and disappeared once again into the invisible restaurant.
Mustardseed landed next to Granny. "You must leave here," he said. "I will take my brother."
"Forget it," Sabrina said. "Puck stays with us."
"I'm not arguing with you, child," Mustardseed said angrily.
"Then don't. I'm not letting him anywhere near your mother," Sabrina said.
"I'm confused," Granny said to Sabrina. "You're talking as if Puck is with us."
"He is," Sabrina said, pointing at the cocoon Moth was holding.
"This is Puck?" Daphne said, placing her hand on the cocoon's skin. A sticky trail of goo clung to her fingers when she pulled it off. "Oh yeah, this is Puck all right."
"Mustardseed, as Puck's fiancee I will look after the crown prince," Moth said.
"Fiancee?" everyone cried.
Mustardseed thought about this for a long moment, seeming to weigh his options, then nodded reluctantly. "You may take him," he said to Granny, "if you take Moth, too, and keep them both safe. But do not take Puck from the city."
"Sorry, buddy. We're out of here now!" Sabrina cried.
"Do not leave the city!" Mustardseed roared.
Granny Relda nodded. "We'll stay."
The fairy looked relieved. "I must go to my mother," he said, and he turned and flew back toward the restaurant, disappearing in a blink.
Granny took the opportunity to usher everyone out of the park. When they were several blocks away, she stopped to catch her breath.
"We should go back to the car and drive away from here as soon as possible," Sabrina said, shivering. "We have Puck. There's no reason to stay. If we stick around, someone is going to get hurt."
Mr. Canis removed his suit jacket and wrapped it around Sabrina to keep her warm. Daphne, who was also without a coat, squirmed inside, too, wrapping her arms around her sister.
"I agree with the girl," Canis said.
"We can't go! This is a mystery," Daphne said. "They might need our help solving it."
"Another good reason to leave!" Sabrina said.
"Daphne's right," Granny said. "We'll check into a hotel. We all saw the mark on Oberon's chest. The Scarlet Hand is behind his murder."
Before Sabrina could argue, Tony Fats buzzed the group and landed next to Bess.
"I'm glad you got out OK, Bess," he said.
"No thanks to you," she replied. Then she sighed, turned to Mr. Hamstead, leaned in close, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks, cowboy," she said. "What do they call you?"
"My name's Ernest," Hamstead said, as he turned pink.
Tony Fats grumbled, snatched his girlfriend by the wrist, and dragged her back down the street as Hamstead looked on wistfully.
Granny raised her hand and a taxi pulled over. "We need to find a hotel with a parking lot for a car," she said to the driver. He shook his head and told them if they had a car to leave it where it was. "Parking is insane, lady," he explained.
Granny shrugged and helped Sabrina, Daphne, Moth, and Puck's cocoon into the back of the cab, then climbed into the front passenger seat. She rolled down the window and said to Mr. Canis and Hamstead. "Can you two find your own cab?"
"Relda, I believe I'll walk," Canis replied. He looked shaken and out of sorts. "The winter air will help my condition. I can follow your scent."
"I'll go with him," Hamstead said. "I'd like to see as much of the city as I can before we have to head back. I'll see you at breakfast?"
Granny nodded. "Take care." She rolled up her window and the cab pulled away.
"Is that the thing that is stinking up my cab?" the driver asked, looking at the purple orb in his rearview mirror.
"It's a school project," Sabrina lied. "Science fair stuff."
"What's the project? How quickly can you make a full grown man lose his lunch?"
"Hey, it's no rose garden back here, either," Sabrina said. "You ever clean this cab?"
The driver grumbled and turned his attention back to the road.
Soon, the cab pulled up outside the Fitzpatrick Manhattan Hotel and the women clamored out. The hotel was a tall, old-fashioned building with an emerald-green awning. The smell of tobacco drifted from inside. A doorman invited them into the warm lobby where several tourists sat in front of a crackling fireplace, looking out the window at the falling snow.
"My goodness," one of the tourists cried as she pinched her nose. "I think the sewers are backing up."