He shook his head. “Not so far. I’m putting a couple of my men onto a more thorough search when I can spare them. I’m sorry, my darling. I’m really sorry that my actions put you in this danger. That we almost lost—” He broke off and cleared his throat. “Never mind. In a few days you’ll be safely far away.”

“And poor little Aggie? I don’t want her buried in the potter’s field, Daniel. I want her to have a proper funeral.”

“I have someone trying to locate her family,” he said. “If they don’t come to claim the body, I’ll make sure she gets a decent burial.”

“I want to go to her funeral,” I said.

He shook his head. “Out of the question.”

“I want to, Daniel,” I insisted. “It’s important to me. She was important to me. I feel terrible that we let her down.”

“We didn’t let her down, Molly. We didn’t ask anyone to come and bomb our house. You did your best for her. You gave her a home when nobody else would. You gave her a life again.”

“But I have to say good-bye to her.”

“The answer is no, Molly,” he said firmly. “You cannot be seen anywhere near the city. If they find out where you are they could try again. I’m not risking your life for the sake of a dead servant. Now please don’t mention this again.”

This attitude fired my fighting Irish spirit. I opened my mouth to tell him that he couldn’t order me around like this, but then I realized that he could. He was the husband and he had the final say, however unjust that seemed. Also I realized that he was probably right. I couldn’t do anything to risk Liam’s life.

“Now let’s compose that cable, shall we,” Daniel went on in a calm, reasonable voice. “I’m in great need of a bed and sleep.”

We wrote the cable together, asking if I might take up their kind invitation to stay, then composed a second one giving the time and date of the arrival of La Lorraine. A tray of coffee, a cheese board, crackers, and assorted pastries was delivered, and Daniel ate hungrily. Then he stood up. “I really must go. Please thank the Phillipses for me.”

“Have you made any progress in finding out who did this?” I followed him to the door, not wanting him to go. “Are there any suspects?”

He turned back to me. “We’ve rounded up anyone who might have connections to the Cosa Nostra and locked them up in the Tombs. We’ll see if a few nights in a cold cell might persuade one of them to talk, but I doubt it. They fear their gang bosses more than they fear us.”