forties, and he radiated charm and capability. The staff adored him, the kids adored him, and I adored him, right up to the minute that he disappeared with all the money.â
Janet stopped talking, and there was utter silence. Then Sadd said briskly, âHow about elevenses?â
âGood idea.â Henry stood up. âWhereâs your sherry, Mom?â I pointed to the bedside cabinet. âDid you ever catch the charming rascal, Mrs. Folsom?â
âNo.â
Dan said, âBut you tried to and in the process found out that his references had all been faked.â
âEverything about him was fakeââJanet smiled wanlyââincluding his name. The references were on letterhead stolen from the bishopâs office during a fund-raising campaign for the dioceseâI donât have to tell you what happened to the funds. The bishop told me his investigation revealed that this man had been in prison under the name Howard de Lamier, and that heâd run through a number of other philanthropies, always managing to evaporate.â
There was an imperious knock on the door, and Dan admitted the nurse with my pill. This time it was the sherry bottle in Henryâs hand that caught her disapproving eye, and she stopped dead.
âI havenât had any yet,â I said hastily.
She poured water from my jug, handed me the enormous pelletâwhy are they always the size of something youâd give a horse?âand watched me down it. Then she went out, her walk suggesting that she was rolling her eyes to heaven.
Janet spoke now without moving a muscle. âOf course we tried to trace him, and of course we had no luck. My donors were wonderful. Some of them suggested that we launch a drive to start again, but how could they know the amount of capital it had taken? It wouldnât have been fair to my other charities. St. Elizabethâs closed less than a year later. Fortunately, I was kept busy during that time finding homes for the children, and I almost forgot Allen Quinn, alias Howard de Lamier, alias God-knows-who. I hadnât thought of him in years till last week when I saw him at his wedding. You were there too, Clara.â
My heart gave a great lurch.
âHe was marrying Sal. His new name is Dwight Dunlop.â
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Dan jerked away from the window, and it was the only motion in the room. A dazed question was forming in my head, but I couldnât speak; I could only recall Dwight Dunlopâs jovial presence beside my bed yesterday. Sadd and Henry simply stared at Janet, and she appeared unable to look at any of us. Her flamboyant outrage was gone, her composure was gone, and she sat with closed eyes, tears streaming from beneath the lids.
I somehow got out my question. âJanet ⦠if youâve threatened to expose himâI assume you haveâwhy isnât it you he wants to kill?â
âOh, wouldnât he love to!â Her eyes flew open. âUnfortunately for him, I was in Denver all last week at a UNICEF meeting.â She gulped. âAnd like a fool, Iâd gone and involved you.â
âHow?â
Dan said, âYou wrote to Mrs. Gamadge about him, and he knows it.â
She nodded wretchedly. âI did everything wrong. I was desperate to protect Sal. Oh, Iâve botched it so badly!â
âJanetââI took hold of her wrist, my curiosity getting the better of my dismayââdescribe the awful moment when you recognized him.â
She loosened my fingers, got up, and began to move about the room tugging at the neck of her exquisite silk blouse. The string of the scapular came into sight, and she thrust it back with shaking fingers. She said, âI was late for that wedding. I donât know if you remember.â
âYes, I do. The house was jammed.â I looked at the others. âSalâs son and his wife gave it. They have a nice big house in New Jersey, and there must have been
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