behind her.
Hannah looked much as she had yesterday. Her dress was black and her light brown hair was tucked severely into a bun, although she had a fringe of curls around her face to soften the look.
âI remember you,â she said without bothering to greet him. âYou were at the funeral with Mrs. Brandt.â
âYes.â He felt no need to explain his relationship with Sarah.
She frowned, crinkling up her nose in a way that she must have practiced in front of a mirror to be sure she still looked appealing. Heâd dealt with women like her before. Everythingthey did was for effect. But in a world where a womanâs very survival could depend on attracting a man to support her, he supposed she was justified.
âWonât you sit down?â he asked, indicating the second of a pair of armchairs that sat in front of the fireplace.
She took the offered chair without comment, perching on the edge as if she didnât want to get too comfortable or wanted to be able to escape quickly. Her back ramrod straight, she stared at him with a smug expression that almost looked defiant.
âI suppose Father Oakes told you that I know who killed Charles,â she said as Frank sat down in the other chair.
âHe told me you thought you did, yes.â
âOh, I know. Iâm sure of it.â
âAnd who do you think it is?â
âThat new girl, Daisy. I knew she was trouble the minute I saw her. Sheâs insolent. She looks me right in the eye, bold as you please, whenever I speak to her.â
âThis Daisy, sheâs one of the maids?â
âYes, I suppose. I donât know what she does exactly. Iâve never seen her doing any work, but I suppose she must. Thatâs what servants do, isnât it?â
Frank didnât bother to answer her. âSheâs new, you say?â So much for Gerald Oakesâs claim that all the servants had been with them for years.
âYes. I donât know how long sheâs been here. No one consults me about anything, least of all the hiring of staff, but it hasnât been long.â
âAnd what makes you think she killed Charles?â
âWell, it has to be her, doesnât it? Sheâs new.â
This was interesting reasoning, probably the same kind Oakes himself would have used if heâd realized they had a new servant. âDo you mind answering a few questions forme, so I can get an idea of exactly what happened to your husband?â
She stiffened even more, although he wouldâve thought that impossible. âIâm sure I donât know anything that will help.â
âYou might know something you donât realize you know. You do want to help us find out who poisoned Charles, donât you?â
She wrinkled her nose again. âIâm not sure that I do.â
âWhy not?â Frank asked, trying not to sound as shocked as he felt. Even if she herself was the killer, surely she would at least pretend an interest in getting justice for her husband.
âBecause I donât want my name in every newspaper in town. Iâve seen what happens when thereâs a sensational crime and the newspapers start reporting on it. Itâs the females who always get the worst of it, too. The female is always portrayed as some immoral Jezebel who lured some poor man to his doom or seduced some poor man to murder his rival.â
Unfortunately, she was absolutely correct. âThatâs exactly why Mr. Oakes asked me to investigate, though. He wants to keep this out of the newspapers.â
âYouâll forgive me if I donât trust you, Mr. . . .â
âMalloy,â he supplied.
âMr. Malloy. If someone is tried for Charlesâs murder, it will be reported in the newspapers, and as Charlesâs wife, I will most likely be portrayed unfairly and my reputation ruined.â
âWould you rather see your husbandâs killer go
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