Carrie examines the MOST INTERESTING thing about the plane, which is the modifications she had noticed from the outside. She discovers that it must have been modified to be capable of transatlantic flight! There are no commercial aircraft of this size capable of transatlantic flight. Someone must have specifically altered it for the purpose.

The investigators introduce themselves to each other.

Anemone introduces herself as "Mary Anemone." Mordred is extremely cross that the lady with a monkey still has a less weird name than he does. 

Magnificence examines this situation carefully. It seems like Anemone wants to do some kind of TASK with the other humans. Like the tasks where he performs and they get treats afterwards. Perhaps he will be called upon to perform with the one whose face looks like a fish.

"I'm an investigative journalist."

"I work with the circus. I collect strange artifacts and the stories that go with them."

"I'm the pilot, but you also knew that. I guess eventually I'll get to tell you something you don't know, huh?" He doesn't quite laugh, but he makes a sound vaguely in the direction of laughing.

Zoe tries to laugh at his joke but it comes out unnaturally fast and high pitched.

...there is probably no tactful way to ask whether she's alright.

Maybe the dark sorcery was too much for her?

She looks at Zoe, who nonverbally reassures her that she's fine, just utterly mortified as she watches the slow motion trainwreck of her attempts to get in with the pilot.

"I sing. But I rather expect I've actually been called here for my practiced insight into that which lurks beyond the veil." Her delivery has some kind of irony in it but it's unclear what the joke is, if any.

"- It looks like this plane was modified for transatlantic flight, do you know anything about that?" addressing Mr. Kearns.

"Yeah!" His face lights up in excitement. "It was modified by Mr. Douglas, of Douglas Aircraft! He's a close personal friend of Mrs. Winston-Rogers."

His voice conveys that this is similar to Mrs. Winston-Rogers being a close personal friend of God.

Well, anyone can be a close personal friend of God.

"Keep this under your hat, but they're going to put out the DC-3 next year and it's capable of transatlantic flight," Frank says. "As a favor to Mrs. Winston-Rogers, he got a couple of guys to make some modifications to the Silver Sable. I got a chance to ask them some questions while they worked!"

Carrie makes an appropriately impressed and excited face in response.

Anemone does not know anything about airplanes. "Did anybody catch where the mansion was? Assuming it's closer than Savannah, we might want to start there, before we approach Mr. Henslowe."

"I have the address," Frank says, clearly disappointed by this non-airplane-related topic of conversation, "it's in the Upper East Side."

"Carrie and I can take a look at the Silver Sable together and you guys can go look at the mansion?" Frank says.

"Sure. If nobody has any particular preparations they'd like to do first, on the off-chance there is something concerning to be found there."

Anemone has a rifle. Anemone is pretty sure this lets you fire salt at ghosts. But maybe the ghosts will have gotten all of the murder out of their system by killing Mr. Winston.

"I think the pilot and plane enthusiast will be fine in the plane."

On the subway to the mansion, Anemone tells Zoe that there are totally ghosts there just in case she didn't pick up that there are totally ghosts there. 

Well, almost certainly used to be ghosts. Current ghost status uncertain.

Yeah, there are absolutely ghosts there.

Very ghost.

Mordred overhears this conversation and is not at all convinced that there are ghosts.

The mansion is, as Mrs. Winston-Rogers said, mothballed. The more expensive mantels and lighting fixtures have been removed; the windows are boarded up; there is no furniture or books; the floors are eerily clean.

A maid is sweeping the floor in a room that probably used to be a ballroom.

Zoe takes out her flashlight and starts searching for anything that looks Amiss.

She does not find anything Amiss. She sure does find some really pretty wallpaper though. Mr. Winston had good taste.