Her voice rose an octave, and she seemed astonished that he would ask her such a question. He held on to his patience. 'You just told me you were.'
She didn't remember. 'I spoke out of turn. I was in such a hurry to get everything said, and I was very nervous. I'm sure you must have noticed. I was talking a mile a minute, but I so wanted you to understand. And I was concerned about hurting your feelings. I didn't, did I?'
'Hurt my feelings? No, you didn't,' he assured her with a smile he couldn't quite contain. 'I might be able to help you, Genevieve, if you'll tell me what the problem is,' he insisted once again.
She shook her head. She didn't want to lie to him, but she didn't want to tell him the truth either, for then he would be involved and could very well end up in trouble too.
'I don't have a problem.'
She didn't think she could have been more emphatic, yet from his frown, she knew he still wasn't convinced. Once again she tried to get him to talk about something else.
She nodded toward the wall behind him. 'Your mother showed me that map right after she purchased it for you. Why did you frame it and hang it on your wall? That wasn't what she wanted you to do with it. You were supposed to take it with you when you set out to see the world.'
He knew she was deliberately evading his question, and that only made him more curious to find out what was troubling her. He wasn't usually intrusive, but she was a guest in his house and a close friend of his mother's, and if she really was in trouble, then he should try to help. He couldn't imagine that she was involved in anything serious though. She was such a sweet, innocent woman, one who undoubtedly had been sheltered by her family. What possible trouble could she have gotten into?
His mind leapt from one possibility to another. 'Did you leave a suitor pining after you when you left New Orleans?'
The question gave her pause. 'No,' she answered. 'I wasn't in New Orleans long enough to meet anyone. Why would you ask me such a question?'
'I was just curious.'
'Are you always this curious with all your guests?'
'Only the ones, I find myself engaged to,' he teased.
She hastened to correct him. 'You were engaged, Adam, but you aren't any longer.'
He laughed again. 'That's right,' he agreed. 'How long were you in New Orleans?'
'Two weeks.'
'Just long enough to see the sights?'
'I wasn't there to see the sights. I was singing in a choir, but then I decided it was time for me to leave. Now it's your turn. Answer my question and tell me why you haven't left here to travel the world. I know you wanted to, because I read all the letters you wrote to Mama Rose.'
He raised an eyebrow in reaction. 'You did? Why would you-'
She wouldn't let him finish. 'I love Mama Rose, and I wanted to know everything I could about her family. It was something I could share with her. We met at church,' she added. 'Then I joined the choir and traveled from place to place.'
'You have a beautiful voice. Did you ever think about teaching music?'
'No, but I did think about a career on the stage. Then I came to my senses. I sing in church, and I occasionally sing to babies,' she said with a smile.
'Now it's your turn to answer a question. Tell me, why haven't you gone out to see the world?'
'I can see the world every time I turn my head and look at a map, and I can go from port to port by simply opening one of my books and reading.'
'It isn't at all the same. You've become too complacent, Adam. Think of all the adventures you could have. What happened to your dream? You've forgotten about it, haven't you? Your mother didn't forget, and that's why she gave you the map. She showed me all the presents she was bringing to her sons and her daughter, and every one of them had special significance. Mary Rose continues the family tradition by wearing her mother's brooch, and Douglas carries his gold watch with him. Travis told me he takes his books everywhere he goes. Why, just last night he was rereading The Republic. I haven't seen Cole's compass yet,' she added.
Before she could continue, Adam interjected, 'He hasn't seen it yet either.'
She looked perplexed. 'I don't understand. Why hasn't he seen it? Didn't Mama Rose give it to him?'
'Both the compass and the gold carrying case were either stolen or borrowed from Mama Rose.'
'Which was it, for heaven's sake? Stolen or borrowed?'
'It depends on who you ask. Cole insists it was stolen, but the rest of us think it was borrowed. I'll admit that when Mama Rose first told us what happened, we all thought it was stolen, but since then most of us have changed our minds.'
'Tell me what happened,' she insisted. She sat down, folded her hands together, and waited for him to begin.
'Mama Rose was waiting for a train at one of the stations on her way here. She showed the compass and the gold case to a man who was traveling with her. He was also headed for Montana,' he continued. 'According to Mama Rose, the two of them became friends and confided in one another.'
'Your mother's a good judge of character.'
'Yes, she is,' he agreed. 'She told us that he looked out for her on the journey and was very kind to her.'
'He gained her confidence, and after a while, she began to trust him,' she said with a nod that suggested she understood what had happened.
'Yes, she trusted him.'
Her voice was edged with sadness when she said, 'I bet I know what happened then. He betrayed her, didn't he?'
Adam found her reaction to the story intriguing. He had expected her to be a little curious, but she seemed upset about it.
'Cole thinks he did betray her,' he said. 'Is that what happened to you, Genevieve? Did you trust someone who betrayed you?'
The question startled her. She quickly shook her head in denial. 'We're talking about your mother, not me.'
'Are we?'
'Yes,' she insisted. 'I do find the story disturbing,' she admitted. 'Has anyone notified the authorities about the theft? They might be able to get the compass back.'
'So you think he stole the compass?'
'Yes, I do. The gold case is very valuable. I'm telling you, Adam, you just can't trust anyone these days.'
He was trying not to smile. She had formed her conclusion without knowing half the facts. She and Cole had a lot in common. Like his brother, Genevieve was willing to think the worst.
'You sound as cynical as Cole.'
'I am cynical,' she said. 'I'll bet the authorities also think the compass was stolen. What did they have to say?'
'It's complicated.'
'Why?'
'The man who has the compass is the authority.'
Her hand flew to her throat. 'What's this?' she demanded.
'A U.S. marshal has the compass. His name is Daniel Ryan.'
She was astounded. 'The thief's a marshal? How shameful. Your dear mother must be devastated.'
'No, she isn't devastated at all. She's convinced herself that he never meant to keep the compass. There was a crowd trying to get on the train, and she and Ryan were separated. He just happened to be holding the compass and the gold case at the time. She believes he'll bring Cole's gift here as soon as he finishes his more pressing business. Cole thinks Mama Rose is being very naive. From the description we have of Ryan, it does seem peculiar to all of us that he could be pushed around in a crowd. He's a big man with muscle.'
'Is he as big as you are?'
