For the Love of Mike (19 page)

“Thank you,” I said as I rose to my feet. As I stood up the room swung around. I teetered and swayed. Daniel and Jacob steadied me at the same moment. “I’m fine, honestly,” I said quickly. “I haven’t really eaten since midday, and then the shock.”

“I’ll give you the money for a cab,” Daniel said.

“That’s not necessary. I have money,” Jacob answered. “I’ll make sure she gets home safely.”

“Then please go and secure a cab for Miss Murphy. I’ll bring her out momentarily,” Daniel said.

As soon as Jacob had left the room Daniel spun around to me, his eyes dark and angry. “And who, pray, is that gentleman?”

“A good friend, Daniel.”

“He didn’t think he was just a good friend. I saw him looking at you.”

“Maybe more someday, then.”

“He is not of your race or religion, Molly. Don’t you see that this can lead nowhere?”

“Maybe I am becoming an expert at relationships that lead nowhere,” I said. “And I didn’t think that you and Miss Norton shared the same religion. Maybe it’s not a stumbling block when money and power are involved.”

He winced as if I’d slapped him across the face, which, I must confess, I had wanted to do—actually longed to do now.

“This is stupid, Molly,” he said. “You don’t love him. You can’t love him.”

“I’ll go and see if Jacob has found me a cab, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Molly—” He reached out his hand to me.

“Good-bye, Daniel,” I said, then spun on my heels and fled.

Nineteen

T
hat man’s behavior toward you was quite insufferable,” Jacob said as the cab carried us away at a fast clip clop. “Give these fellows a badge and a uniform and the small amount of power goes to their heads.”

I didn’t think this was the moment to point out that Daniel, as a detective, wore neither badge nor uniform, and as one of the youngest captains on the force, he wielded a considerable amount of power.

“He has saved me from a couple of awkward situations in the past and was annoyed that I was still trying to pursue the notion of being an investigator,” I said, not wanting to go into further explanations. I was starting to shiver as delayed shock set in.

“That doesn’t give him permission to shout at you,” Jacob said, “especially after what you have been through tonight.”

“What we have both been through tonight. I still can’t believe it,” I said. “Poor Nell. It doesn’t seem possible, does it?”

“I find it hard to believe too,” Jacob said. “I saw so many terrible things as a young man in Russia, but one does not expect to see them repeated, here in America. She was a fine woman. She could have accomplished much. I should have . . .”He turned away from me.

“You tried to warn her. You tried to warn both of us,” I said. “You are blameless in this, Jacob. Don’t put yourself through this torment.”

Without thinking I reached across and stroked his cheek. He seized my hand and brought it to his lips. “When I first saw you, I thought a bright ray of sunshine had come into my life, Molly. I thought—that could be a girl who would make me laugh and dance and forget all I that I have been and seen.”

“I think it will be a while before either of us can laugh and dance again, Jacob,” I said, “but we will help each other get through this.”

His arms came around me and he held me fiercely to him. I let him hold me close, not sure what I felt, still too conscious of Daniel’s angry, worried face in that police headquarters room.

Then Jacob released me suddenly, putting his hands on my shoulders. “I want you to promise me that you will not attempt anything more to do with Nell’s death,” he said. “Whoever did this is heartless and ruthless. Swear you won’t try to track down her killer.”

“I promise you I won’t do anything stupid, Jacob,” I said, “and you must promise me the same.”

“I couldn’t bear to lose you, so soon after I have found you,” he whispered and cradled my head to him again. I lay against his shoulder until the cab stopped at the entrance to Patchin Place.

“Are you sure you’ll be all right?” Jacob asked. “Would you like me to come in and make you a hot drink maybe?”

“It’s late,” I said. “You should get some rest yourself. You look terrible.”

“Thank you for the kind words.” He managed a smile.

I reached up and touched his cheek, my hand savoring the strangeness of his beard. “We’re both exhausted and upset, Jacob. I think sleep is what we need most.”

He nodded. “Very well, then. I’ll take the cab home and see you tomorrow.” He brought my fingertips to his lips, then he was gone.

As I went to open my front door, the one across the street opened and Gus was standing there in a flowing Oriental robe, her hair hidden behind a purple turban.

“Molly, it
is
you. I was painting in my studio and I thought I saw you getting out of a cab with the attractive Mr. Singer. Have you been somewhere exciting? Do come inside and tell all!”

My first instinct was to invent some harmless event that Jacob and I had attended together, but I couldn’t lie to such a dear friend.

“Actually, it’s been a horrible, beastly evening,” I said, and heard my voice shake. “We found a friend murdered.” I realized as I said it that Nell had been their friend rather than mine. “Nell Blankenship,” I added.

“Nell? Nell has been killed?”

“What’s this?” Sid’s head appeared behind Gus’s turban.

I had no option but to go in and tell them everything. The reliving of the evening was almost as painful as the experience itself.

“How awful for you, Molly,” Sid said.

“Me? What do I matter? I’m alive,” I burst out. “It’s poor Nell! If I hadn’t asked her to help me, she’d be alive. I feel so terrible.” I sank my head into my hands. “She didn’t even like me very much, you know. She saw me as a threat. She was really only carrying out this assignment to please Jacob because she was smitten with him. So I’ve betrayed her all around.”

“Brandy, I think, don’t you, Gus?” Sid rose and went for the decanter.

“Brandy in hot milk. She’ll need to sleep and it won’t be easy.” Gus brought out a saucepan and lit the gas.

“Stop blaming yourself, Molly,” Sid said as she poured a generous amount of brandy into a glass beaker. “You didn’t set out to lure Jacob away from her with your feminine wiles, did you?”

I had to smile at this thought. “No. Of course not.”

“And you didn’t ask Nell to take on anything you knew to be dangerous?”

“No.”

“Then stop blaming yourself.” She took the hot milk off the stove and poured it into the brandy. “I know—I knew Nell Blankenship quite well. She would never have been forced or tricked into doing anything she didn’t want to do. She went looking for this person Katherine because she was intrigued, because she saw it as a challenge. It appealed to her reporter’s instinct. Her choice, Molly, not yours.”

“Now drink up and then get a good night’s sleep,” Gus said. “And if you will take advice from two friends who care for you, you will take this terrible event as a warning. Somebody out there killed Nell Blankenship because of what she discovered. That person is still out there and even more desperate now. So no heroics, Molly. Leave the detective work to the police.”

“That’s what Jacob just said.”

“I knew I liked him,” Gus said, turning to Sid for a confirming nod.

“Has anyone notified her family, I wonder?” The ever efficient Sid rose to her feet.

“Her poor maid should be told, at least,” I said. “Last time I spoke to her, she was sick with worry. Do you think I should call her at this late hour?”

“I’ll do it,” Sid said, putting a firm hand on my shoulder. “You go to bed. Do you want us to come with you?”

“No, you’ve been more than kind, as usual.” I got to my feet. “One day I must find a way to repay you.”

“Repay us by staying out of trouble and not ending up like Nell in an alleyway,” Gus said. Then she gave me a little push. “Go on with you. To bed before the brandy wears off.”

In spite of the brandy that warmed my whole body, I lay awake long into the night, listening to bare branches scratching against the window, my mind in a turmoil. It didn’t matter that everyone had insisted that Nell was headstrong and impulsive and made her own choices, I was overcome with guilt and remorse. This was the second time that I had let someone else do my dirty work. I had put young Shamey’s life at risk and now I had cost Nell Blankenship her life. If I, instead of she, had found out some vital fact about Katherine’s life or death, then maybe I would have been lying behind a coal bin tonight. I swore to myself that I would never again involve another person in my investigations and that by hook or by crook, I would find out who killed Nell. I couldn’t bear the thought that her death would just be ignored by the New York police.

I sat up in bed and reached for my notebook and pencil. I could hear Paddy’s voice in my head—start with what you know. I knew that Nell had discovered that Katherine worked for Mostel and Klein. She had also uncovered another useful piece of information, one important enough that she wanted to share it with me immediately—a piece of information so important to somebody that it had cost Nell her life.

What else did I know? Her body was found close to Mostel’s factory. I tried to picture Mr. Mostel or Seedy Sam throwing Katherine into the river, or stalking Nell and luring her down an alleyway. Somehow it was hard to believe. I could imagine the despicable Mr. Katz at Lowenstein’s doing a thing like that, but not Seedy Sam, for all his bluster. Then I thought how important money was to Mr. Mostel. If he thought his business was being threatened, he might have paid someone to do away with Katherine. That I could imagine. And who better to get rid of her quietly than one of the Eastmans?

If that was so, there was no way I would ever be able to prove it. I was not foolish enough to go poking around the Walhalla Hall and Chrystie Street again—and I had just promised Jacob that I wouldn’t act stupidly. But I could go back to Mostel’s, I decided. It occurred to me that this strike at Lowenstein’s would give me a perfect excuse to return to Mostel’s, especially if Lowenstein did fire some of us for striking. On the other hand, I reminded myself, I would probably not be able to complete my other commission and find out who was handing over Mostel’s designs to his competitor. Which would mean I wouldn’t get paid.

Item to remember for future reference, I said to myself. Never try to take on two cases at once. Item number two—never get romantically involved with anybody connected with the case. I thought of Jacob’s arms around me, his lips against my fingers and the strange, not unpleasant, tickle of his beard. Had Nell guessed that Jacob was falling for me? Had Jacob, ever honest and open, actually told her his true feelings for me? In which case we had both driven her to her death.

I fell at last into troubled sleep, only to be woken by the alarm clock what seemed like minutes later. It was still dark. The wind was still blowing, making the bare branches dance crazily in the light of the street lamp. I stood on the cold linoleum, wondering what I was doing awake at this hour, until I remembered that I had to join my fellow workers on a picket line before Mr. Katz arrived at Lowenstein’s.

I dressed in my warmest clothing, looked longingly at my wool cape, then took a shawl like the other girls. I made myself a cup of tea, a thick slice of bread and cheese for later sustenance, and some toast for breakfast. I was just eating it hurriedly when I looked up to see Seamus standing there.

“So you’re really going to walk a picket line, are you?” he said.

I had given him sketchy details when I came home the night before.

“I’m afraid so. Those girls need all the support they can get.”

“Be careful, Molly,” he said. “Those bosses don’t play fair. Don’t try to do anything too heroic, will you?”

“No, of course I won’t.” I was touched by his concern.

“You’re a good woman, Molly,” he said. “I’ve been feeling so guilty that you’ve taken us in like this and I’m doing nothing to support my own family. I’m going out this very day to find something. I may not be strong enough to go back down the tunnel yet, but there are other jobs that don’t require strength.”

“You recover your health first, Seamus,” I said. “I can take care of things until you do.”

“No, you’ve made it too easy for me,” he said. “Life is not supposed to be easy. We’re born to a struggle and we die in a struggle, and it’s a struggle in between too.”

Trust an Irishman to be poetic at five in the morning!

“I’m going to visit Tammany Hall,” he said. “I’m a loyal voter. They owe me something. Surely they’ll find a loyal Irishman a job.”

“Good luck, then,” I said. “Tell the children good-bye for me and make sure they wash their faces before they go to school.”