“So Letitia fell in love with Dr. Blackwell,” Sarah ventured.

“Or at least she thought she did. And only one person knows how he felt about her, but he’s dead, now, ain’t he?”

Sarah was fairly certain a man who could desert his first wife and family without a qualm would have no love to waste on anyone else, either.

“And after they were married, Mrs. Blackwell continued to speak at his lectures,” Sarah said.

“Oh, yes, that she did. Didn’t like it any better, but what could she do? He was her husband, and she didn’t have any choice. And just between us”-she glanced around again and this time even leaned forward a bit, conspiratorially-“once they was married, he didn’t have no more use for her except that, if you know what I mean.”

“You mean he neglected her?”

“Something awful. Poor girl cried and cried many a night, according to her maid. If he cared for her at all, he’d forgot about it. Seemed like the only reason he’d married her was to make certain she’d keep speaking at his lectures. He was busy with his lady patients, keeping them happy and all, but he didn’t have any time for her. Never even shared her bed, not hardly ever.”

He must have managed it occasionally, Sarah thought, or she wouldn’t have had his child. But all she said was, “How awful for her.”

“Oh, my, yes. I guess it’s no wonder she kept taking that awful morphine. She goes out every afternoon. Did you know? Tells everybody she’s going to visit friends, but none of them ever returns the visits.”

Sarah knew what this meant. Society demanded that formal visits be returned, and if they weren’st, the visitor was put on notice she was being snubbed and would not be welcomed back again. But perhaps there was another explanation.

“I thought she was visiting the poor or the sick.”

“Every day?” the nurse scoffed. The nurse obviously believed this was more charity than anyone could offer, “I don’t like to speak bad about someone who pays my wages, but her maid thinks she goes to one of them opium dens.”

Since Sarah knew this was exactly where she went, she said nothing, managing to look shocked instead.

“You know what goes on in them places, don’t you?” the nurse demanded.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean,” Sarah said.

The nurse was only too happy to enlighten her. “I don’t know myself, of course, not from experience, but I’ve heard awful things. Like white women and Chinese men together, if you can imagine a white woman doing such a thing.”

Sarah was saved from answering by the maid’s return with the tea things. She’d lost her interest in socializing with the nurse any longer. She really did think it would be a good idea for Mrs. Blackwell to find someone else for the job, but it wasn’t her decision. Could she suggest a change on the grounds that the woman gossiped too much? Or because she had no respect for her employer? Somehow Sarah doubted Mrs. Blackwell would care about such things. As long as her baby was doing well, she most likely wouldn’t want to make the effort required to replace her. A change like that would be difficult for the child, too, and heaven knew, he was having a hard enough time without it.

Somehow Sarah managed to be civil to the nurse and to chat about inconsequential things while they drank their tea, but as soon as she could, she made her escape. She had, she told herself, simply been trying to obtain information that might help Malloy solve the case. Why, then, did she feel so soiled?

FRANK HADN’T REALLY expected his mother to accompany him when he took Brian to see the surgeon that Sarah Brandt had found for him. She did not approve of meddling with God’s will, or so she said. Frank suspected she was really just terrified over what would become of her if the surgeon could make Brian’s foot right and Frank didn’t need her to take care of the boy anymore. He didn’t know what she thought the surgeon could do for Brian’s deafness or for the fact that he was only three years old and would need care for many years to come even if he was completely normal, but Frank also knew that reasoning with his mother was a waste of time.

What Frank hadn’t given any thought to was how he was going to manage his son without his mother on the long trip uptown to the surgeon’s office. He’d spent precious little time with the boy, and had no idea how to amuse a healthy three-year-old child, much less one who couldn’t hear or walk. Fortunately, the trip alone was amusement enough to keep the boy entranced.

The loud noises of the city didn’t bother Brian at all, because he couldn’t hear them. The many people didn’t frighten him because he thought all of them were his friends. And since he’d never been more than a few blocks from their flat, everything was new and different to him. He couldn’t look at it all hard enough.

Frank carried the boy on his shoulders as he walked through the streets, giving him a wonderful view of everyone and everything. Brian bounced with joy when they got on the elevated train and the buildings outside began whizzing past the windows. His little head wasn’t still for more than a second as he tried to take in every detail of the big, wonderful world out every possible window.

Seeing his excitement was an unexpected thrill for Frank, but the best part was the way the boy clung to him through it all, as if he were the child’s anchor of security. He’d expected to feel apprehensive and nervous and even uncertain about having sole charge of his son for the day, and he did feel all of those things. What he hadn’t expected was to feel loved and trusted and important, and he felt all of those things, too. Something in his chest swelled into a sweet ache, and as he held his son on his lap while the train sped high above the city streets, he felt an absurd urge to weep.

The surgeon’s office was on a quiet, tree-lined street in the more genteel part of the city. Plainly, only people with the means to pay a high fee for medical care would even bother coming to this neighborhood. The building where the office was located was identified only by a discreet bronze plaque bearing the doctor’s name.

Frank was never one to be intimidated by the rich, but he knew a moment’s hesitation before he could bring himself to open the door to the office and step inside, as if he had a right to be there. He found Sarah Brandt already there, waiting for him.

“Malloy,” she said, jumping to her feet and coming to meet them. He felt the usual unreasonable pleasure at seeing her.

He hadn’t expected her to be there. She’d known when the appointment was scheduled, of course, since she’d set it up, but he hadn’t asked her to come, and she hadn’t mentioned that she planned to be there. He hadn’t wanted to impose any more on her generosity, but he couldn’t deny that he felt relieved that she had come.

“Isn’t your mother with you?” she asked, looking around. “How did you manage with Brian by yourself?”

“I knocked him unconscious and threw him over my shoulder,” he said blandly. “He wasn’t much trouble at all after that.”

She just gave him one of her looks, then flashed Brian one of her brilliant smiles. “Hello, there, young fellow. How are you today?”

Brian couldn’t understand a word she said, of course, but he understood her smile. Maybe he even remembered her from when they’d met before. She’d given him a present, after all. That must have made an impression. The boy returned her smile with one equally bright and reached out to touch one of the red flowers on her hat.

She quickly tipped her head away, saving the flower from certain destruction, but she held her arms out to him. “Would you like me to hold you for a while? Your papa must be getting tired,” she said, just as if the boy could hear her.

But he didn’t need to hear the words. He knew what extended arms meant. He threw himself forward so hard Frank almost dropped him, but she caught him with no trouble at all and drew him into her arms.