Elspeth pressed her back to the wall when the fog swept past her. The air around the demon was colder and foul-smelling, and she turned her face away. It was good that she did, because the wind blew bits of glass everywhere. She took great gulps of the fresh air.
As much as anyone, she wished to run through the doors to freedom, but they couldn't leave such a dangerous artifact behind. Even taking the mirror onboard the Whitechapel could prove disasterous.
Retracing her steps, she followed Father Verdoux to the second floor and watched him flip through his book. "I fear there isn't time for research," she said. With racing thoughts, Elspeth considered how to break the mirror.
"I apologize if this isn't the most... intellectual method," she said, hurrying into the nearest bedroom, where she picked up a sheet and a wooden rocking chair. Elspeth tossed the sheet over the mirror and hefted the chair as best she could. "Stand back, Father!" Positioning herself to the side, she swung the chair at the mirror. The legs struck and cracked it, and little bits of glass fell from behind the sheet. Another swing and it shattered.
A howl reverberated through the house. Then all was silent.
Elspeth put down the chair and clutched Father Verdoux by the sleeve. "Let's go!"