Murder on St. Mark's Place

Murder on St. Mark's Place Read Online Free PDF Page B

Book: Murder on St. Mark's Place Read Online Free PDF
Author: Victoria Thompson
shame and embarrassment the family must feel would be considerable. Added to their grief, the burden must be great indeed.
    Lars hung his head, not even glancing at the closed casket that sat only a few feet away from him. The minister took his place and began reciting the appropriate Scriptures, the ones that offered hope to the bereaved. Sarah wondered how much hope they would offer in this case. Most people believed Gerda had only gotten what she deserved. Could a girl as sinful as Gerda was rumored to be really be expected to walk the streets of gold?
    As she mulled over these questions, Sarah glanced at the group of young women who had known Gerda in life, girls who must be much like her. They stared straight ahead, apparently hanging on the minister’s words, their young faces stricken beneath the layers of heavily applied makeup. Their cheap finery looked out of place in the solemn surroundings, like peacocks in a chicken coop. Gaudy and tasteless peacocks, too.
    Sarah wished for organ music to drown the oppressive silence, but the Ottos wouldn’t waste money on an organist for this occasion. From Lars Otto’s expression, he would not have wasted money on any of this, except that common decency demanded at least the minimum of ceremony, even for a girl as undeserving as Gerda. A girl so thoughtless as to get herself murdered.
    The service was not a moment longer than necessary. The minister seemed aware that he should waste no time in committing this girl to the ground, and before Sarah knew it, he was pronouncing the benediction. She waited a moment, expecting some pallbearers to come forward to carry the casket out, but no one did. Instead, Lars Otto made his way out of the pew and started down the aisle. There was to be no graveside service, which would have required a hearse and more expense. Gerda’s remains would be carried to the cemetery in the gravedigger’s wagon and deposited in lonely solitude with no one to mourn her.
    As Lars passed, Sarah hurried to follow him, wishing at least to find out how Agnes was doing.
    “Mr. Otto,” she called, stopping him as he started down the front steps outside. He turned to face her.
    Lars Otto was a tall man, thin and lanky, with big hands and feet, and a face too sharp and angular to be called handsome. Sarah noticed his knuckles were skinned when he adjusted his hat, testimony to how difficult his job must be. She thought she remembered he was a butcher by trade. He frowned when he saw Sarah, not recognizing her.
    “I’m Mrs. Brandt, the midwife. I’m very sorry about Gerda. How is Mrs. Otto doing?”
    “How do you think? Can’t even hold her head up now, with all her friends whispering behind their hands. I work hard to give her a good life, and her sister does this to ruin everything.”
    Sarah blinked. She had forgotten the bitter anger cases like this engendered. She resisted the temptation to point out that Gerda hadn’t gotten herself murdered on purpose. “I’m sure no one will hold this against you and your family. Not your true friends, at least,” she added at his grunt of disdain.
    Unimpressed, he turned away, anxious no doubt to get back to his family.
    “Please tell you wife I’ll come by to see her this afternoon,” she called after him. He gave her no acknowledgment. Well, if he was always this rude, he was probably right to worry, since he probably had no true friends to stick by him.
    “Oh, look, he’s already gone!” a voice behind her cried in dismay.
    “Go after him, then,” another suggested sarcastically.
    “Oh, and chase him down the street, I guess,” the first voice replied, equally sarcastic.
    Sarah turned to see the three young women she had noticed earlier emerging from the massive doorway of the church. In the merciless sunlight, their clothes looked even more garish. Plaids and feathers and too much jewelry, painted lips and painted cheeks. Sarah couldn’t believe the girls thought the paint looked better than
Read Online Free Pdf

Similar Books

InsatiableNeed

Rosalie Stanton

Blood Hunt

Lee Killough

The Savage King

Michelle M. Pillow

Ghosts of Punktown

Jeffrey Thomas

The Banshee's Walk

Frank Tuttle

The Perfect Mother

Margaret Leroy

Pirate Ambush

Max Chase

The Dog and the Wolf

Poul Anderson

The Witch's Thief

Tricia Schneider