Frank settled in to wait, but after only a few minutes, the door to Dennis’s office opened. Frank started to rise from his chair, but he stopped when he saw who came out with Dennis.
“I know you won’t regret this, Richard,” Sarah Brandt said. She was looking back at the man over her shoulder as he escorted her out, but Frank didn’t have to see her face to know she was smiling.
“How could I ever regret doing you a favor, Sarah?” Dennis said in an unctuous tone that set Frank’s teeth on edge. How dare he talk to her in that tone of voice? How dare he call her Sarah?
“I’ll see you tomorrow evening then,” she said, giving him her hand.
He took it in both of his, and Frank found himself on his feet. Only in the nick of time did he stop himself from striding over there and ripping them apart.
“I’ll call for you at eight,” Dennis said.
“I’ll look forward to it,” she said, sounding like she really meant it, and then she turned and saw him standing there. “Malloy,” she said in surprise. “What brings you here? I hope the bank hasn’t been robbed.”
She smiled at her own joke, giving Frank a moment to recover. He’d imagined how she would react the next time they met. He’d been hoping she wouldn’t remember that he’d taken advantage of her, or at least most of him had been hoping that. The other part had hoped she would and that she’d… Well, he hadn’t gotten past that in his imagining, because he wasn’t sure how she should feel about it if she did remember. It seemed, however, that she didn’t remember a thing, if he could judge by her expression.
“I came to see Mr. Dennis,” he said, glancing past her.
Dennis was frowning. He didn’t remember who Frank was, the bastard.
“I’ve already told him that you caught the killer,” she said, saving Dennis from having to admit his memory lapse. And saving Frank from the humiliation of having to reintroduce himself. “He also agrees that since Mr. Ellsworth was innocent, he should have his old job back as if nothing had happened.”
“What about the missing money?” Frank asked, addressing the question to Dennis, who didn’t like it one bit.
“It seems that was just an accounting error,” Dennis said quickly. “As I explained to Sarah… Mrs. Brandt, I couldn’t believe such a sum could have gone missing, so I had the auditors check again. I never believed Mr. Ellsworth was responsible, in any case.”
Frank could have argued with him, but he knew when to be gracious in victory. Nelson had his job back, and no one was going to be prosecuted for embezzlement. Frank would make sure Mrs. Brandt understood exactly what Dennis had tried to do. All was right with the world once again. Or it would be in a second.
“You’ll let me know if there’s any more trouble here, won’t you?” Frank said. “I’ve taken a personal interest in your establishment now, and I wouldn’t want to see you have more bad luck.”
He’d hoped Dennis would be smart enough to understand his unspoken message-that if he tried to pin some later crime on Nelson just to get rid of him, Frank would be watching. To his credit, Dennis gave him the phony smile that rich men gave when they knew a less worthy opponent had the advantage over them. “I appreciate your concern, Mr. Malloy, and I’m sure you won’t have to trouble yourself anymore.”
He didn’t offer to shake hands, so Frank stepped back to make room for Sarah to precede him out.
“Good day, Richard,” she said, giving him another of her smiles. “Mr. Malloy.” Her smile for him was smaller. And sly. Frank was sure it was sly.
He was going to follow her when Dennis said, “Let me give you something for your trouble, Malloy.”
Frank would never forgive him for saying that where she could hear. He gave the man a look that drained the blood from his face. “It wasn’t any trouble,” he replied very distinctly and turned on his heel.
Mrs. Brandt was waiting for him out on the sidewalk, pretending to be ransacking her purse for something. She looked up and smiled at him the way she usually did when he came out the door. “Good morning, Malloy. Did you get Mrs. Giddings out of jail?”
“She and Harold should be home by now,” he replied, searching her face for any sign that she remembered what he’d done last night. He saw none. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“You mean after the opium?” she guessed, her eyes glittering knowingly. “Just fine. Except everything that happened last night seems like a dream. A very bad dream. Please tell me I didn’t imagine that Mr. Walcott is safely locked up.”
“You didn’t, and he’s the talk of the city. They aren’t quite sure whether to lock him in the men’s or the women’s section of the Tombs. The women at the house might not have thought he was strange for dressing up like a female, but everyone else in the city does.”
“Not many men could have carried it off,” she said. “I think he was right, it was his greatest role.”
The morning light had turned her hair the color of gold, and he didn’t remember ever seeing her look so beautiful. The knowledge was like a piece of jagged glass in his chest. “What kind of a deal did you make with Dennis to save Nelson’s job?” he asked, unable to keep the anger from his voice.
She smiled the way she did when she knew something he didn’t. “I didn’t make a deal. I simply told him that my father couldn’t understand how the auditors had discovered the missing funds so quickly, and we were sure there must be some mistake. A mistake like that could ruin the bank’s reputation, along with his. Then I reminded him of how faithful an employee Nelson had always been, and how tragic it would be if he were to suffer for crimes he hadn’t committed. A female can make her point just as effectively as a man, if she knows how, Malloy. Richard understood exactly what I was saying and the consequences he would face if he insisted on dismissing Nelson.”
Which would have included never seeing Sarah Brandt again. Frank could understand the man’s decision to do her bidding. “And now you’re going to see Richard tomorrow night.” He sounded childish, even to himself.
“He invited me to the opera. I haven’t been to the opera in years, so I accepted. Don’t look so disapproving, Malloy. I’ll start to imagine you’re jealous.” She smiled and shook her head in mock disgust. “Now tell me, when does Brian get his cast off?”
Frank blinked at the sudden change of subject. “Next Wednesday morning.”
“Could I come?” she asked. “I’d like to be there.”
She was only being kind, he told himself for the thousandth time and ignored the small spark of happiness she’d caused him. She was asking because she adored his son, and who could blame her? “I know the boy would like it,” was all he trusted himself to say.
That seemed to please her very much. “I’ll see you at the doctor’s office, then. And Malloy, thank you for working so hard on this case.” She gave him her hand, just the way she had to Dennis. “I know the Ellsworths will want to thank you, too, but I wanted you to know how much I appreciate it.”
Her gloved hand felt small and fragile in his, and once again he experienced the rage he’d known last night when he’d realized how close Walcott had come to murdering her. “Just don’t think you’re going to be investigating any more murders, Mrs. Brandt,” he told her gruffly. “This is the last time I’m going to see you almost get killed.”
“I’m afraid I have to agree with you, Malloy,” she said with a wan smile, “and you know how much I hate agreeing with you on anything.”
It took a moment for him to realize the emotion he was feeling was regret. As much as he wanted to protect her from danger, he also didn’t like the thought of never having her involved with his life again. Not that he had any right to be involved with her under any circumstances. This was really for the best. After what he’d done in the cab, he knew he could no longer be trusted to keep his feelings for her in check. At least she didn’t remember his indiscretion. He was sure now, because if she did, she wouldn’t still be so friendly to him.