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the tails, snapping his suspenders in place.
     
Sitting in the wing chair he put on his stockings and shoes.
     
Morrison James was eyeing the cut and style of the clothes.
     
Expensive.
     
Perhaps he could be reasoned with. "Look, it's not what you think it is. Even so, you don't want your name in the papers, do you?
     
Be reasonable and let us handle it."
     
He stopped in the middle of fastening his cufflinks and gave the doctor the edge of his hard, penetrating stare. "That's how it works, doesn't it? The whores steal from their customers and you count on us being too scared or embarrassed to report it." He finished with the cufflink and smoothed the pristine sleeve over his forearm, then adjusted it at the wrist. "Do I appear to be frightened?" he asked.
     
"Embarrassed?" Neither of his questions garnered a reply. He noted his audience was looking distinctly uncomfortable. "Your whore and you'll understand if I doubt she was the innocent she's being made out to be She was unexpectedly good, but she was not worth twelve thousand dollars."
     
Mrs. Hall's necklace snapped and pearls skittered across the floor.
     
Morrison James dropped onto the bed in surprise.
     
Megan's lower jaw simply fell open.
     
"You shouldn't be working here," he told them. "There's a play at Wallack's Theatre right now that would benefit from your talents." He slipped on his jacket, ran a hand through his hair, and turned on his heel. At the door he stopped. "I don't care if you find the girl, but you damn well better find my bag."
     
Mrs. Hall gathered her wits as he was stepping into the hallway.
     
"Wait! I don't know where to reach you.
     
"I know how to find you." ..But your name . . . it would . .
     
~ that is . .
     
His narrow smile was dangerous. Holiday. Connor Holiday." He was satisfied to see it had an impact. As he was closing the door he heard the doctor sigh, "You've stepped into it this time, Lisa." chapter 2
     
The same evening, a different view She was lost. If someone had told her to accomplish just that task she would have said it was impossible.
     
She had grown up in the city and considered herself more than passingly acquainted with Manhattan's particular maze of avenues and alleys, boulevards and backyards.
     
It was true that she didn't walk everywhere but she believed herself to be observant, and she had often noted buildings and businesses as landmarks when she traveled in a hansom cab or in the family carriage.
     
It was her nature to pay attention to things and she took some pride in it.
     
Which was why it was so difficult to accept that she was lost.
     
Nothing was familiar. The houses were clapboarded, built nearly on top of one another, leaning in, without any yard or greenery or fence to distinguish them. Any single row, she noticed, seemed to sag in the middle. At night it was difficult to know their state of repair but she suspected there were roofs in need of shingles and windows in need of glazing. A number of houses had signs at the front door announcing rooms for rent; others were actually saloons or dance halls.
     
Several, she saw, had red glass globes covering their window lamps.
     
She was not so naive that she didn't know what they signified.
     
It was a source of some amazement to her that an evening that had begun innocently at the library was coming to a close in Manhattan's seediest red light district.
     
Looking around, trying to gauge the distance of the waterfront and get her bearings, she acknowledged that she wasn't prepared to take full responsibility for her predicament. She had been cajoled, harassed, and finally dared to take part in a scavenger hunt and then abandoned when her partner found favor with another. Her sister had a lot to answer for.
     
She stepped back into the shadows as a door to one of the dance halls was flung open and a boisterous group of sailors staggered arm in arm into the street. Their ribald humor brought a blush to her cheeks.
     
She was