“And Amos Potter really killed that poor boy just to protect me?” she added.
“That’s right,” Malloy said.
Letitia stared up at the ceiling for a long moment, during which Sarah imagined she was contemplating her guilt and her chances for avoiding punishment. But when she lowered her gaze again, she said, “How diverting!”
“Diverting?” her father echoed in disbelief. “Is that all you can say?”
“Well, I suppose I could say that I didn’t kill Edmund,” she replied, still wearing that strange smile, “but surely you must know that’s true, Father.”
“Of course I know it’s true! Malloy, is this the best you can do? Blaming a murder on an innocent girl? I’ll have your job for this.”
“Believe me, Mr. Symington, this gives me no pleasure, either,” Malloy said, still truthfully. “I’d be more than happy to find out somebody else killed Dr. Blackwell, but it seems like all the other people who had a reason to didn’t do it. And your daughter was the last one in the house with Dr. Blackwell before he died. She also had a very good reason for wanting him dead.”
“But all you have is the word of the butler that she was the last one in the house.” Symington sprang to his feet.
In a moment the butler appeared, his dignity a bit ruffled by the unceremonious summons. “What can I do for you, sir?” he asked.
“On the day that Dr. Blackwell died, when did Mrs. Blackwell leave the house?”
“I… I can’t be sure, sir, but I believe it was shortly after noon.”
“Why can’t you be sure?” Malloy asked. “Is it because you left before she did?”
“Uh, no, sir. I always wait until Mrs. Blackwell is gone before I leave for my afternoon off.”
“But you told me Mrs. Blackwell made sure all the servants were gone before she left,” Sarah reminded him.
“Well, she did,” he said with a worried frown, “but I didn’t actually leave until after she was gone.”
“And why was that?” Malloy asked sharply.
He glanced at Letitia, as if asking silent permission. “I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to say.”
“You’d better say, or I’ll have to take you to Police Headquarters and ask you again,” Malloy said impatiently.
Granger cast a pleading look at Letitia, who didn’t seem to understand that he was silently asking her permission for something.
“Are you afraid of embarrassing Mrs. Blackwell?” Sarah asked him pointedly.
Granger straightened. “I would never do anything to harm Mrs. Blackwell,” he said.
Finally, Letitia understood. “You may feel free to say whatever you wish, Granger,” she assured him. “You see, Mr. Malloy is persuaded that I murdered my husband, so nothing you say can possibly hurt me worse than that.”
“What?” Granger cried. “How could you believe Mrs. Blackwell capable of such a thing?”
“You would be amazed at what people are capable of when pushed beyond endurance,” Sarah said. “And it seems that’s what Dr. Blackwell had done to his wife.”
“He was cruel to her, that’s true,” Granger admitted. “That’s why I didn’t leave the house that day. I knew he was angry about something, but she wouldn’t go in to see him until she made sure the servants were out. She didn’t want the servants to overhear, so I pretended to leave, too, but I stayed, in case she should need help.”
“Why, Granger, how gallant of you,” Letitia said with one of her glowing smiles.
Granger seemed to grow taller right before their eyes. “Dr. Blackwell was quite unpleasant and threatened Mrs. Blackwell several times. She was very upset, but I assure you, he was still very much alive when she left the house. She couldn’t possibly have killed him.”
“How can you be so sure?” Malloy challenged him. “She may have known you were still there and pretended to leave so you’d say just that. How do you know she didn’t come right back once you were gone and shoot him later?”
The blood seemed to drain from his face. “Because,” Granger said, all his dignity still firmly in place, “I killed Dr. Blackwell.”
SARAH FOUND MALLOY sitting alone on one of the benches in the hospital waiting area. Brian was being operated on today. He was surprised to see her.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, rising to his feet. He looked worried and like he hadn’t slept well last night.
“Did you think I’d forget Brian’s operation was today?” she scolded him, taking a seat on the bench beside him so he’d sit down again. “I would’ve been here sooner, but I had a delivery last night and wasn’t able to get away until just now. Have you heard anything?”
“Nothing yet. He hasn’t been in there long.” He nodded in the direction of the operating room.
Sarah glanced around the sterile room with its worn benches and faded walls. “Isn’t your mother here?”
Malloy gave her a pitying look. “She said if I wanted to butcher my son, she didn’t have to go along to watch.”
“She says she doesn’t believe the operation will help him.”
“Maybe she’s afraid it will, and he won’t need her so much anymore,” Sarah suggested gently.
“He’ll still be deaf,” Frank reminded her.
There was no argument for that, so Sarah made none. “At least you can be sure Brian won’t be butchered. I know Dr. Newton can help him. I wouldn’t have told you about him if I wasn’t sure of that.”
Malloy nodded, plainly unwilling to speak about such a sensitive topic at the moment. He stared at the far wall for a moment, and then he said, “Have you seen Letitia Blackwell lately?”
“I visited her yesterday,” she said, remembering with a smile. “I was afraid I might not be welcome after what happened, but she was actually happy to see me. Apparently, she’s still very amused that you and I thought her a murderess.”
“I’m glad she thought it was funny. Her father didn’t.”
“At least he wasn’t angry,” Sarah reminded him.
“Thanks to you,” Malloy reminded her right back. “If you hadn’t convinced him the whole thing was just a trick to make Granger confess, God knows what he might’ve done.”
“I guess we’re both lucky I thought of that,” Sarah said. “So you’re really convinced that Granger was the killer, then.”
“He knew every detail of what happened. He’d asked Blackwell if he could take the pistol out and clean it, so Blackwell hadn’t made any move to stop him. He just kept on writing his letter until Granger shot him. Then he carefully took the pen from Blackwell’s fingers and set it back in its stand, laid the gun down, and left the house. Oh, and he took the money Blackwell was going to use to bribe Calvin with, too. Seems he’s been using it to run the household since Blackwell died, because there wasn’t any other money available in the household accounts. The only thing he regretted was that he hadn’t gotten back to the house in time to discover the body himself.”
“I suppose it was guilt over the murder that was making his stomach hurt instead of guilt over Letitia finding the body,” she said.
“I don’t know about that,” Malloy said. “I don’t think Granger feels guilty about the murder at all, and if he does, it’s only because it caused Mrs. Blackwell an inconvenience.”
Sarah sighed. “It’s hard to believe that two men were willing to commit murder to protect Letitia Blackwell,” Sarah mused.
“Are you jealous?” Malloy asked archly.
“Of what? That no man ever committed murder for me?” she asked in surprise. “Not likely.”
Malloy looked like he didn’t believe her, but she ignored the provocation. “What did Amos Potter say when you told him Granger had confessed to Blackwell’s murder?” she asked instead.
“He was annoyed, I think. It seems we were wrong about why he killed Calvin, too.”
“Wrong? How could we have been wrong?”
“Because Potter didn’t kill Calvin to cover up Blackwell’s murder. Well, at least that wasn’t the main
