device down there?’
‘You’ll see.’
CHAPTER 6
1906, San Francisco
Maddy strode down Minna Street towards the bank. ‘Come on.’
Liam was struggling to keep up with her. ‘So, who put them in this bank? And when did they do it?’
She reached the front step of the Union Commercial Savings Company and stopped. ‘OK, Liam, just a second…’ She pulled her glasses and a scrap of paper covered with scribbled notes in her handwriting out of her handbag.
‘Oh Jay-zus… you brought notes back with you? Isn’t that not allowed? You know? Contamination of time an’ all?’
Maddy looked around the quiet street guiltily. ‘I know, I know… but there was way too much to remember. I was worried I’d forget something.’
‘Foster would throw a fit if he knew you’d brought notes back here,’ said Liam.
‘Well, he won’t, will he?’ she muttered impatiently. ‘Because he bailed out and left us to cope on our own.’
Liam shrugged at that.
She put her glasses on. ‘OK, so, my name is Miss Emily Lassiter. You’re my brother.’
‘Do I get a name too?’
She sighed. ‘Yes… uhh… here it is, Leonard Lassiter. All right?’
He nodded.
She scanned the notes further, digesting the information for a few moments before tucking them back in her bag and removing her glasses. ‘All right, I think I’ve got it all.’ She looked at him. ‘You don’t have to say anything, OK? Just go along with whatever I say.’
‘Will do.’
She took a deep breath, then pushed the double door to the bank inwards. They stepped on to a tiled floor that echoed their footsteps around a hall, dark with oak panels. Ahead of them were half a dozen ornate mahogany desks, each with softly glowing green ceramic desk lamps. Behind each one sat a bank teller, all but one busy dealing in hushed, respectful tones with customers.
Maddy led the way towards the unoccupied teller, a young man with hair slicked down in a rigid centre parting and a carefully clipped and waxed moustache.
‘Uhh… ’scuse me?’ she said.
The young man looked up at her and smiled charmingly. ‘Good morning, ma’am. How can I help you?
‘I’d like to speak with a Mr… uh… Mr Leighton. He works here, I think.’
‘Oh, I’m certain he works here, ma’am,’ said the young man. He tapped a wooden name-holder on the desk. ‘I’m Harold Leighton, you see? Please, will you take a seat?’
Maddy smiled and slumped down in the seat a little too casually then did her best to quickly recover her lady- like demeanour. ‘Much… uh… much obliged,’ she said as demurely as she could manage.
‘Now, ma’am, how could I assist you?’
She took a breath, hoping she was going to get this right and not sound half as nervous as she felt. ‘My family has a safe deposit box with your bank and I wish to make a withdrawal.’
‘Certainly, ma’am. The account is in the name of?’
‘Joshua Waldstein Lassiter.’
Harold Leighton’s eyebrows raised.
Her heart skipped. ‘Oh… is there a problem?’
‘Not a problem as such, ma’am. It’s just… I still have the paperwork here on my desk.’
Maddy shook her head. ‘Paperwork?’
‘The paperwork setting up the safe deposit account. Joshua Waldstein Lassiter, I presume he is your…?’
‘Uh?… My uh… yes, that’s right, my father.’
‘Well, your father was here not more than an hour ago. Actually, I dealt with him myself. He brought a very nice jewellery box with him and we carried it down to the safe room and put it in a deposit box together… as I say, not more than an hour ago.’
‘Oh,’ was all she managed to say after a few moments. ‘Yes, well, that’s quite right.’
‘And you wish to withdraw something from the safe deposit box already?’
She nodded. ‘Yes, that’s right.’
‘Well… that is highly irregular.’
‘We’re a funny old family, us Lassiters,’ said Maddy, looking back over the chair. ‘Aren’t we, Liam?’
Liam stepped forward. ‘Oh yes, that we are, dear sister.’ He grinned at the teller. ‘She sometimes calls me Liam, although my name is in fact Leonard,’ he said, nudging the small of her back.
Maddy mentally kicked herself for being such a dumb-nuts.
‘You are brother and sister?’ Harold Leighton looked up at Liam. ‘And it seems you, sir, are Irish?’
‘Yes.’
‘But,’ he said, looking at Maddy, ‘it seems, ma’am, you’re not?’
‘I… uh…’ Maddy’s mouth flapped uselessly. ‘Oh…’
‘I was brought up in Cork,’ cut in Liam. ‘My dear sister in California. Father likes to keep a home either side of the Atlantic, so he does.’
The young teller cocked an eyebrow. ‘So it seems.’ He sighed and spread the bank account details out in front of him. ‘Well, it appears your father did specify his children as fellow signatories on the account, so… you, ma’am, I presume are Emily Lassiter?’
‘That’s correct,’ she replied.
‘For security reasons I have to ask you for the code word your father has put down here on this form to assure us you are in fact who you say you are.’
‘Of course.’ She nodded. ‘It’s… it’s…’ She realized all of a sudden her mind had gone blank and cursed.
The teller’s jaw dropped open at her unladylike language. ‘Madam!’
Liam grinned sheepishly. ‘She’s spent time at sea. Picked up all sorts of dreadful language from the sailors, so she did. Father so hates her talking that way.’
‘Just a sec,’ said Maddy, fumbling in her handbag for her note. She quickly scanned her scribbled writing. ‘Ahh! Here it is!’
She leaned forward over the desk. ‘The code word, Mr Leighton, is Hemlock.’
Leighton stared at her long and hard, suspicion clouding his young teller’s eyes. Finally a cautious smile spread across his lips. ‘Yes, it is, Miss Lassiter. If you’ll just sign here, I can take you down to the safe room.’?
The teller spun a large brass wheel and slowly pulled open the cast-iron door leading on to a small room lined with numbered deposit boxes on three walls. ‘Your safe deposit box is number three-nine-seven,’ he said, leading them to a locker with the number on its door. He inserted the key and twisted it once.
‘It is company policy, madam, sir, that I remain in the safe room while you inspect the contents of your deposit box. However, I shall remain over there by the door and I shall turn my back to allow you a little privacy.’
Maddy nodded and smiled politely. ‘OK.’
She waited until Mr Leighton had crossed the room and was standing by the cast-iron door, casually jangling the keys in one hand and examining his fingernails on the other.
‘Liam,’ she uttered softly.
‘Yes?’
‘I think it’s best if you go talk to him, distract him. I don’t want him seeing anything he shouldn’t.’
He nodded. ‘Aye, you’re right.’ He wandered over and easily struck up a conversation with the young man while Maddy attended to their business.
