Only in the wee hours of the morning, when she was exhausted and half-sick with worry, did she remember what was probably the most remarkable part of a very remarkable day. How could she have forgotten? As distracted as she was by everything else, surely having Frank Malloy call her beautiful was the most memorable event she could recall in her recent history.
How extraordinary that he should say such a thing! Especially so because Sarah wasn’t beautiful at all. She’d long ago come to terms with that. In her youth she’d been pretty enough, she supposed, because health and youth and good nature combined to make one attractive. But then her sister had died so horribly, and Sarah had grown solemn. Determined not to waste her life, she’d put aside vanities that had no place in her new world.
Tom, of course, had thought her beautiful, but he had been blinded by love. What could have possessed Malloy, however, was a mystery. A delightful mystery, though. When Sarah remembered Malloy’s outrage over Richard Dennis’s behavior, she felt the strangest heat building inside of her. She needed a moment to recognize it for what it was-pure pleasure! And to her dismay, she realized she was actually blushing just at the memory of it!
She glanced around the crowded railroad car to see if anyone had noticed the color rising in her face, but fortunately, no one was paying her the slightest attention. Quickly, she put her gloved hands on her cheeks to cool them and glanced out the window at the houses passing so quickly and so closely by. To distract herself from disturbing thoughts, she watched for a glimpse of the occupants of the third-floor apartments passing by at eye level and tried to imagine a history for each of them.
By the time she reached her parents’ town house on the Upper West Side, she had almost succeeded in forgetting Malloy’s strange behavior.
As she had expected, her mother hadn’t roused herself yet, but her father was still at breakfast, reading the morning newspapers in solitary splendor in the dining room.
“Sarah,” he said, rising to his feet when the maid announced her. He seemed pleased to see her, although his natural reserve made it hard to tell. “What brings you out so early?”
“I was hoping to have a word with you,” she said, taking a seat in the chair he pulled out for her at the table.
“You’ll join me for breakfast, I hope.”
“I’ve already eaten, thank you.”
He instructed the maid to bring her some tea anyway and resumed his own seat. “This sounds serious,” he said with a frown. “I don’t believe you’ve ever made a special effort to have a word with me about anything.”
“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” she assured him. “I just have some questions to ask you about… about embezzlement.”
“Embezzlement?” he echoed in surprise. “Why? Are you thinking of trying your hand at it?”
Sarah couldn’t help smiling at the thought, in spite of the seriousness of the situation. “Of course not, Father. It’s just that… well, my friend Mr. Ellsworth has now been accused of it, in addition to everything else.”
He absorbed this information. “The accusation, did it come from Richard Dennis?”
“I’m afraid so. He called in auditors to check the books on Monday morning, just to be certain everything was in order since… You see, the murdered woman was trying to blackmail Mr. Ellsworth.”
“I see. Then that would be a sensible precaution for the bank to take. And the auditors did find some discrepancies, I presume.”
“According to Mr. Dennis, they found ten thousand dollars missing.”
Her father frowned. “That’s a lot of blackmail.”
“Exactly my reaction. The woman had only asked for one thousand. I can’t believe Nelson would have been so foolish. He’s honest to a fault, Father. He’d never take money that didn’t belong to him, but even if he did, he certainly would have more sense than to take so much, particularly when he didn’t need it. He would know that someone would eventually discover the theft, and he’d be caught.”
“But if he was desperate…”
“He wasn’t desperate. Father, the woman claimed to be carrying his child, and he was willing and able to marry her. Why would he steal money from his employer to pay blackmail when he wanted to marry the woman?”
“You’re right, that doesn’t make any sense.”
“But Nelson Ellsworth isn’t in a position to prove his innocence of anything at the moment. Mr. Dennis isn’t planning to press charges against him, but he’ll still dismiss him from the bank because of the missing money. Nelson will be ruined, and he’ll never be able to find a decent job again.”
Her father took a sip of his coffee and studied her. “I suppose there’s something you want me to do about all this.”
Sarah sighed. “I’m not even sure there’s anything you
Her father stared at her for a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet in a way she’d never heard it before. “I’m gratified that you have come to me, Sarah. A father wants his children to have confidence in his abilities to handle difficult situations.”
She hadn’t realized it, but that’s exactly what she’d done. Once her father had seemed the most powerful person on earth to her. She’d lost respect for that power when she’d seen him misuse it with her sister, but still, deep down where her childhood memories were buried, she believed he could do anything. “I do have confidence in you, Father,” she admitted. “But it isn’t fair of me to ask you to help with this.”
“Quite truthfully, I’m not certain I can. Young Dennis isn’t likely to take advice from me about how to run his business. He’d see it as interference, and he’d be right. Going to his father about this would be even worse. I’m not sure I could even make discreet inquiries without offending them.”
“I guess I knew that,” she said. “I just didn’t want to believe it. Please forgive me for putting you in an awkward position.”
“Nonsense,” he said, brushing away her apology. “I’ll give the matter some thought and see what I can do. I can’t make any promises, mind you, but-”
“Oh, Father, I’m not asking for any promises. But I don’t even know anything about embezzlement. If I did, perhaps I could… I don’t know, do
“I’m glad to say I know very little about it myself, but I can at least obtain that information with relative ease. I’ll take lunch at my club today. Someone there will be only too happy to enlighten me on the subject, I’m sure.”
“Thank you, Father. I’d be so grateful.”
He peered at her over his coffee cup. “No reason to be grateful, my dear. Now go upstairs and see your mother. I’ll send you word when I’ve learned something useful.”
Frank wasn’t sure what he was going to do with the information Nelson Ellsworth had given him about the missing money. But first he had to clear the man of murder, or stolen money would be the least of his problems.
Frank had gotten out of the cab, leaving Nelson to make his way home alone, and headed for Police Headquarters on Mulberry Street. He wanted to find Harold Giddings, but he knew he’d have to wait until the end of the work-day. His mother would never tell him where he was working today, even if she knew, which was unlikely. In the meantime, he might as well do the job he was being paid to do.
A black Maria was pulling up at the door of Police Headquarters when Frank arrived at Mulberry Street. The closed carriage held the last of the drunks that had been collected off the city streets from the night before. The boys from the press shacks across the street leaned out their windows to see if they recognized any of the faces as someone who might make a good story. Frank pulled his hat lower in an attempt to escape notice as he made his way quickly inside, just in case someone recognized him as being a good source for a story about Anna Blake’s murder.
The desk sergeant looked up when he entered, nodding his greeting with a bored expression. Frank wished him good morning.
“About time you showed up, Malloy,” the sergeant said. “Some drunk’s been asking for you all night.”
“A drunk? What’s his name?”
“How should I know? Just some drunk. Said you’d vouch for him and we should let him go.”
“I’m guessing you didn’t,” Frank said with a grin.
“Hell, I figured we should send him to the Tombs for life just for knowing you,” the sergeant said, grinning
