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“I have good men in Chicago. We’ll get right on it before your brother leaves for Pittsburgh.”
“What makes you think he’s going to Pittsburgh?”
“Union organizers are descending on Pittsburgh like…”
“Flies, Mr. Van Dorn?”
Van Dorn’s cheeks flushed redder than his whiskers. “I did not mean it that way. What I do mean is that I understand by reliable information that a general strike is brewing there — inspired by the Monongahela march — and any union organizer worth his salt will be heading to Pittsburgh as we speak. I have no doubt that Jim Higgins will be in the lead.”
“He is.”
“Let us be clear on one important issue, Miss Higgins. The Van Dorn Agency will not take sides. We will move Heaven and Earth to keep your brother from harm. But we will not help him pull down the institutions of law, order, property, and justice.”
“There can be no order without justice, Mr. Van Dorn. No justice without equality.”
“We are all entitled to our opinions, Miss Higgins. I would be surprised if you and I agree on much, if anything, but when the Van Dorn Agency takes the job to protect your brother we are honor-bound to keep him safe — fair enough?”
“Fair enough.” Mary Higgins stuck out her hand, and they shook on it.
* * *
Instead of descending the Cadillac Hotel’s grand staircase that curved into the lobby, Mary Higgins waited by the elevator without pressing the call button. She needed time to collect her spirit for she was deeply disturbed by her encounter with the Van Dorn Agency’s chief investigator. Joseph Van Dorn’s piercing gaze had seemed to penetrate her skull and burrow into her deepest thoughts. It was as if he knew better than she how confused she was. Van Dorn could not see why, of course. Or maybe he could. Some of it. He could not know her grand plan to block the river at Pittsburgh. She had told only her brother, and Jim would never tell anyone because he hated the idea. But Van Dorn, the renowned scourge of criminals, had suspected that something was up.
She was not a criminal. Although she had scheming in common with criminals, and the chief investigator seemed to sense that she was scheming something. That was disturbing enough — to succeed, her plan to block the river depended on secrecy and surprise — but it wasn’t all that troubled her.
Waiting by the elevator did not help one bit. She pressed the button. When the runner bowed and guided her into the gilded car, she thought instantly, predictably, of the silly ballad they were singing everywhere:
But she married for wealth, not for love he cried,
Though she lives in a mansion grand.
She’s only a bird in a gilded cage.
Van Dorn had seen right through her. He had guessed her confusion about Isaac Bell. What if a woman had pledged her heart, her soul, and her entire life to eliminate mansions grand, and then, just as she wound up to throw a brick at a window, she saw love smiling through the glass?
20
“Shadow her!”
“What?” Isaac Bell had just bent over a fresh pile of clippings when Van Dorn rushed into the research offices.
“Find out what the devil she is up to.”
“Mary? What do you mean?”
“If I knew, I would not be impelled to send you after her. I have a hunch she is up to something big and I don’t like it.”
“What about her brother?”
“I suspect it has nothing to do with him.”
“But will you look out for him?”
“Of course. We gave our word. Go! Don’t let her get away. And do not let her see you.”
* * *
Mary Higgins burst from the gilded elevator. A hotel detective stared, suspicion aroused by the incongruous sight of such a tall, attractive woman in a drab costume and plain cloth hat that sported neither a ruffle nor a feather. What was such a poorly attired creature doing in such a fine establishment? An actress? Or something worse?
