examining him. âHe is not a young man, but he has great strength. There is some hope for his recovery. He must be taken home at once and given the best of care. With rest and calm and no excitement, heâll survive this. Otherwise...â The doctor spread his hands.
Patrick had telephoned Aunt Molly, so she was ready when Dan arrived home in the care of Doctor McNamara, a nurse, and Patrick. She ignored the mud on their shoes and the water they were dripping on her precious Persian rugs.
âPatrick,â she asked in an undertone, âwas thisâwhat brought this on?â
âClancy,â he replied. âIâm sorry to have to tell you.â
âI thought as much.â
She turned away and gave her full attention to getting Dan settled and comfortable. Patrick helped where he could and got out of the way when he saw that he wasnât needed.
He was about to leave the house when Riggs, the butler, approached him. âExcuse me, Mr. Patrick. Your aunt would like you to stay for a moment if you have time.â
âOf course, as much time as she wants. This is a terrible thing, Riggs.â
âYes, sir. Mr. Malloy is a very fine gentleman.â The old manâs face worked a little. He turned away.
âHeâll pull through, Riggs. Oh, and your orders about my cousin Clancy?â
âYes, sir?â
âThey stand. If you so much as see his face around here, call the police.â
Riggs nodded, looking grim. âYes, indeed, sir.â He, too, had suffered much at the hands of Clancy Malloy.
Aunt Molly came downstairs looking tired, and shockingly to Patrick, old. It had never before been so forcefully brought home to him that his aunt and uncle would age like everyone else, and someday would die.
She sat down in her favorite chair in the drawing room, her tiny feet up on a needlepoint footstool.
Patrick knelt by her side and took her hands in his. They were ice cold, despite the little lace mitts she wore.
âHow is he?â
âComfortable, they say. He looks...â Her mouth quivered and she turned away, like Riggs.
âAunt Molly, heâs strong. Heâll pull through this.â
Molly waved that away, her mouth firm again. âI think he will. Itâs not that thatâs eating away at me. His own son, Patrick! My son.â She bit her lip so hard it bled a little. She touched her handkerchief to her mouth.
âHeâs changed since I knew him,â said Patrick, trying to find a way to comfort her. âBad associates...â
âHe chose his associates.â Molly had herself under full control again. âHe has made his bed, and he must lie in it. I wonât turn him in to the policeânot yetâbut I will not, I will not allow him to harm his father anymore.â She paused. âPatrick, yesterday I went to Hilda and tried to make her promise she would go no further with this investigation. I suppose she told you?â
Patrick nodded.
âAnd I suppose she told you she made no such promise.â
He nodded again.
âI have changed my mind. Yet again. She will think I am as vacillating as a windmill.â
âThat she will not. She knows you.â
âWell, then, tell her from me that I want her, I need her to find out anything she can. It will be difficult and very likely dangerous. You, of course, may have something to say about the matter. Sheâs your wife, and itâs your child sheâs carrying.â
Patrick shook his head. âI wonât tell her what to do. Iâve made her promise not to do anything foolish, and to tell me before she does anything at all. Beyond that...â
âPatrick.â Aunt Molly looked at him fixedly. âYou know the truth, do you not?â
âIâAunt Molly, what do you mean?â
âAh, Patrick, donât try to pretend with me. Iâve been able to see right through you since you were two. You know as well as I
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