“He said he wasn’t. He said the scandal would be bad for the bank. In situations like this, they handle things very quietly. They’ll simply dismiss Nelson.”
Malloy’s frown deepened. “Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money. I’d think they’d try to get at least some of it back from him. Giddings’s law partners made him repay them.”
“I got the impression that Mr. Dennis was going to cover the loss himself. He doesn’t hold out much hope of getting anything from Nelson, I guess. Mr. Dennis’s father put him in charge of the bank so he could prove himself, and he’d rather lose the money than his father’s respect.”
“How do you know so much about this Mr. Dennis and his personal life?” Malloy asked suspiciously.
This is the part she’d been dreading. “My parents arranged for us to meet last Sunday so I could plead Nelson’s case to him. I couldn’t just walk into his office, a total stranger, and ask him to do something like that!” she protested at his disapproving scowl. “He’d think I was insane.”
“But when Felix Decker’s daughter asked him, he couldn’t refuse,” Malloy guessed.
Sarah didn’t like the way that sounded “I’d like to think I also impressed him with my personal charm.”
“I’m sure you did.”
“What does that mean?” Sarah demanded.
“That means… Never mind what it means. How did you find out about the missing money?”
“Mr. Dennis came by this evening to tell me.”
“How considerate of him,” Malloy said acidly. “Did he go next door and tell Nelson, too?”
“No, I…” Sarah hesitated when she realized she hadn’t even inquired about this.
Malloy raised his eyebrows. “Was he going to leave that to you?”
“We really didn’t discuss it,” Sarah snapped. “I’m sure he’s going to officially notify Nelson that he’s dismissed or something.”
“So this visit he made to you, was that considered unofficial?”
“It was a courtesy, so I wouldn’t think he’d betrayed my trust when he dismissed Nelson.”
“He’s a real gentleman. Except, of course, that he’s covering up a crime and letting a thief get away. Wasn’t he even interested in finding out if Nelson really was the one who stole the money? Because if he wasn’t, then he’s still got a thief working for him.”
“He… I didn’t think to ask him that,” Sarah admitted. Her headache was pounding even harder now. “I’ll go see him first thing in the morning and point that out.”
“No, you won’t,” Malloy said. “I’ll go see him.”
“He doesn’t want the police involved,” she reminded him. “If he knows I sent you-”
“He won’t know anything. I’ll tell him Nelson sent me. Nelson didn’t do it, and he wants the real thief caught. He also wants his name cleared, so he asked me to investigate.”
That sounded fairly reasonable, she supposed, although Dennis wouldn’t like it. “Oh, Malloy, how could this have happened? How could money be missing from the bank at the same time Nelson was being blackmailed?”
Malloy stared at her for a long moment, his broad face expressionless, his eyes dark and unfathomable. “It might be because Nelson really did take the money.”
But Sarah had spent the past hour considering that very possibility. “No, I’m sure he didn’t take it.”
“You can’t be sure,” he reminded her.
“Yes, I can. It’s too much money.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ten thousand dollars! Anna had only asked for one thousand. Before that, Nelson had been paying her rent, but he’s a frugal man. He could easily afford an expense like that out of his own pocket, at least for a while. You know Nelson. Even if he could bring himself to steal, he’d never steal ten times more than he needed! He’s too methodical and practical.”
Malloy didn’t argue. She could almost see him considering her theory and coming to the same conclusion she had. “Maybe there isn’t any money missing at all,” he said after a moment.
“What?”
“Maybe this banker just told you that so he’d have an excuse to get rid of Nelson without losing your good opinion.”
Sarah gaped at him. “I’m sure my good opinion doesn’t mean that much to him.”
“Are you?” Malloy asked. “Is this Dennis a married man?”
“He’s… a widower,” she admitted reluctantly, not liking where this conversation was going.
“How old is he?”
“About your age,” she allowed.
Malloy nodded as if she’d proven his point.
“What difference could that possibly make?” she asked impatiently.
“Believe me, it makes a lot of difference.”
“In what way?”
“In every way.” A flush had crawled up his neck. “When a man wants a beautiful woman, he’ll do just about anything to keep her good opinion.”
Sarah’s jaw dropped in surprise, but before she could even frame a response, he said, “The coffee’s boiling over.”
Instinctively, she jumped up to rescue it. By the time she’d gotten the pot off the heat, burned her finger, found some butter to put on it, and poured them both some coffee, the shock of his remark had passed.
When she turned back to face him, his expression was once again bland, and the flush had faded from his face.
Before she could say a word, he said, “Did you go see Prescott at the hospital?”
“Yes,” she said, grateful for the change of subject. She set the coffee cups on the table and took her seat again. “He’s not doing very well.”
“Is there any chance he’ll survive?”
“He might. He’s got an aunt. I’m going to… Oh, dear, I was going to write her a letter this evening to ask her to visit him and bring him some nourishing food. Then Mr. Dennis came and… I guess I’ll have to take him some food myself tomorrow. I was going to go see him anyway. I’d really like to move him here, where I could take care of him, but he’d never be able to stand the trip.”
“That’s what I figured. If it’s any consolation, I think I know who stabbed him.”
“You know who the killer is?” Sarah exclaimed.
“It had to be Giddings’s son.”
“Giddings’s son? Why would he try to kill Prescott?”
“Because he killed Anna Blake.”
“How do you know that?”
“Remember the landlady said a young man came to see Anna right before she was killed? The first time I visited Mrs. Giddings, her son came in and told her she didn’t have to worry about ‘that woman’ anymore. That made me think maybe he knew more about Anna’s death than he let on. I didn’t know then that he’d visited her the night she died, though. Then Prescott starts snooping around. Sooner or later he was going to find out about Giddings and put his name in the paper, too. The boy wants to protect his mother from any more scandal, so he sends Prescott a note, asking him to meet him. He shows up dressed like a woman and lures him into the alley off of Washington Square and stabs him.”
Sarah frowned. “I know we once encountered a woman who dressed up like a man to walk the streets safely at night, but for a man to dress up like a woman… isn’t that a little far-fetched?”
“What better way to lure Prescott away so he could kill him?” he pointed out reasonably.
Something about the theory bothered Sarah, but she couldn’t say quite what. It did make sense, far-fetched as it was. “Why haven’t you arrested him yet?”
“I was busy all day on a warehouse robbery, and when I went to their house just now, no one answered the door. I know Mrs. Giddings doesn’t want to talk to me again, so she probably just pretended she wasn’t home. I’m going to try again tomorrow, and this time if she doesn’t open the door, I’ll be a little more forceful.”
Sarah winced at the thought of him breaking down the door or something equally violent. “My evening was much more interesting, although not much more fruitful. I talked to Irene.”