“Oh, I suppose Mr. Van Orner is going to stand up for you.”
Mrs. Walker gave him a look that could’ve drawn blood. “I’ll prove it to you.”
She stomped out of the room and down the hall. Frank glanced at the doctor, who had picked up his bag, ready to leave.
“What should I do with her?” the maid asked, nodding to the body on the bed.
“Call an undertaker,” the doctor said.
“Don’t touch her,” Frank said. “I’ll get the medical examiner here.”
Frank followed Mrs. Walker, catching up with her at the bottom of the stairs. She kept going until she’d reached a room that was apparently her office.
She picked up a piece of paper from her cluttered desk and thrust it at him. “See for yourself.”
It was a sheet of expensive stationery. The words had been printed carefully in a steady hand. Just as Mrs. Walker had said, it contained the information on where Amy could be found that morning and the request to fetch her back to Mrs. Walker’s house so he would never have to see her again. The signature said, “Gregory Van Orner.”
“See, just like I told you. Do you think I’d mess with the likes of the Van Orners all on my own?”
Frank studied the note, trying to make sense of this. “Van Orner didn’t send you this note.”
She looked down her nose at him. “How would you know?”
“Because I was with him when he got the news about Amy being kidnapped, and he was furious. He sent me here to bring her back and have you charged with kidnapping.”
“You’re lying! And if you think you’re getting anything from me for covering this up, I’m not giving you a cent.”
Frank sighed in exasperation. “I’m not lying. Van Orner didn’t want Amy kidnapped. As soon as Mrs. Van Orner died, she left the house where Mrs. Van Orner took her for safekeeping and went to live with Van Orner. He wanted me to bring her back there.”
The color drained from her face. “It wasn’t my fault! I was tricked. You can see that for yourself!”
“And now Amy’s dead.”
“I didn’t have nothing to do with that. It was an accident, I tell you.”
Frank’s mind was spinning, trying to put all the facts he knew into some sort of order that would make sense. Someone killed Mrs. Van Orner. Someone wanted Amy out of the way and sent this note to make that happen, knowing the kidnapping would make Mrs. Walker look suspicious. And someone had just told Frank about Mrs. Walker’s visit to Mrs. Van Orner on the day she died, to make her look even more suspicious. Had that really happened or was it an effort to make someone else look guilty of murder?
Tamar Yingling had known exactly where Amy would be this morning, and Frank hadn’t forgotten she’d called Van Orner “Greg” in an unguarded moment. The two of them were closer than he should have been with his wife’s secretary. She probably even knew how to sign his name.
“Do you have a telephone?”
“Of course I do!”
“I need to call the medical examiner.”
“Why would you do that?” she asked in alarm.
“To prove Amy was poisoned . . .”
“I never poisoned her!”
“I know. She was probably poisoned by the same person who killed Mrs. Van Orner.”
Frank waited impatiently for the medical examiner. He wanted to get back to the Van Orner house and talk to Miss Yingling again.
13
SARAH GATHERED UP HER THINGS, GETTING READY TO leave the rescue house. Lisa thanked her again for the cake as she handed Sarah the now-empty basket.
“I’ll be happy to return the plate to you in a day or two.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure I’ll be back to visit in a few days. I’m going to be helping Mrs. Spratt-Williams, remember.”
Lisa frowned. “You won’t tell her what I said, will you?”
“Oh, no. I appreciate your honesty, and I wouldn’t dream of betraying your trust in me.”
“Thank you. And I hope you’ll remind Mrs. Spratt-Williams that we’re running short of supplies. The girls are getting nervous, and I’m afraid they might be tempted to run away.”
“Please assure them that they’ll be taken care of.”
Lisa sighed. “I will. At least I don’t have to worry about keeping Amy happy anymore, now that she’s gone.”
“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, I know where Amy went after she left here.”
Lisa made a face. “To the Devil, I hope.”
Sarah managed not to smile. “She went to Mr. Van Orner’s house.”
Lisa gasped and covered her mouth with both hands. “You aren’t teasing me, are you?”
“No, I’m not. Apparently, she really did name her baby after his father.”
Lisa crossed herself. “Poor Mrs. Van Orner. She didn’t deserve that, not at all! Do you think she knew?”
“I don’t know. I’m sure Amy was trying to make her suspect, but we’ll never know if Mrs. Van Orner believed it or not.”
“Oh, I hope not. I’d hate for her to have that hurt in her heart when she died, poor lady. And what’s going to become of Amy now?”
Sarah had a good idea, but she said, “I don’t know.”
“Oh, dear, is Miss Yingling still living there, too? They must be like two cats in a sack!”
If they weren’t yet, it was only a matter of time, Sarah thought. “Yes, she is.”
“Does Mrs. Spratt-Williams know she’s there? She’ll want to know, I’m sure. Amy was her pet,” Lisa added with distaste.
Sarah remembered what Lisa had said earlier, about one of the men Mrs. Spratt-Williams’s husband had cheated shooting himself... just the way Amy’s father had. Could that have been just an unfortunate coincidence? “I did notice that she took a special interest in Amy, but I suppose she did that for all the rescued girls.”
“Oh, no, she didn’t usually pay much attention to any of the women we rescued after we got them here. She was only interested in the rescues themselves. I think . . .”
“What?”
Lisa obviously didn’t like expressing an opinion about someone who might have power over her.
“I won’t tell anyone,” Sarah promised.
“I think she just liked the excitement of it. She didn’t seem to care if the women got jobs or if they found a place to live afterward. She didn’t even mind when we found out one of them had gone back to walking the streets. Mrs. Van Orner would be sad, but Mrs. Spratt-Williams wasn’t even disappointed. The only thing she cared about was when they were going out again to rescue someone.”
Which was, Sarah had to admit, the only thing over which Mrs. Van Orner and her friends had much control. Once the women were here and safe, the rescuers could only offer encouragement. Success or failure would depend on the women themselves.
Still, the unusual interest in Amy was interesting. “Do you suppose Mrs. Spratt-Williams singled Amy out because she had the baby?”
Lisa considered this. “I don’t think so. The rest of us fussed over him. He’s so cute. But Mrs. Spratt-Williams didn’t pay him much mind. She just fussed over Amy. You remember how Amy complained about everything?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Well, Mrs. Spratt-Williams, she kept trying to make her happy, finding her extra things to eat and apologizing that the place was so shabby. That’s what she called it,
