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- About the Author
They had arrived back at the house now and Charlie stood in the kitchen looking with great compassion at him. Sadie likes you. I cant say that all the people in the boardinghouse are going to welcome your presence, but what Sadie says, goes. She told me tonight when we left that she would see us both tomorrow.
Sean was pleased by the invitation, but more than a little wary. He had no desire to cause trouble for Charlies aunt. His presence at the boardinghouse dinner table would be like inviting it in through the front door.
Sean and Charlie had no more time to discuss Sunday dinner because someone was knocking on the door. It was Duncan.
Im sorry to disturb you on a Saturday night, but I need to talk with Sean.
Charlie held the door wide and Duncan removed his hat and stepped into the room. Charlie gestured both men into the living room and followed, taking one end of the sofa. Sean sat next to his wife, and then looked to Duncan who had taken the chair.
Franklin Witt was in to see me this week, Duncan began without preamble. Hed like to talk with you, Sean. Hes holding out a faint hope that theres something you overlooked that might lead us to Hartley.
I told you all I know, Duncan.
Im sure you did. Witt would like to talk with you anyway. I think it might be a good idea, if for no other reason than to give him some peace of mind.
Sean looked at Charlie, who had tensed when Duncan mentioned Witt and then Hartley. Husband and wife stared at one another for a moment, and Sean would have given much to know what she was thinking.
Duncan didnt stay long, but before leaving he arranged for Sean to come to his office on Monday at 8:00. By the way, Sean, bring Charlie with you on Monday. Theres no reason for her to stay away.
All right, Duncan. Goodnight.
Sean shut the door and turned to find Charlie on the threshold between the kitchen and living room. Again Sean watched her, wishing he knew her thoughts, or at least what to say.
Im pretty tired. I think Ill go to bed.
Are you all right? Sean could not hold the question back.
I dont know, Charlie answered, wondering herself. Witt just isnt one of my favorite people, and I dont want to see you used by him.
Not knowing how to answer, Sean changed the subject. If you want I can get up and do the chores in the morning. You could sleep in.
Thanks, but Im an early riser. Goodnight, Sean.
Goodnight.
Three hours later Charlie was convinced that this was anything but a good night. Shed tossed and turned for what seemed like days. Never had she known such a myriad of emotions over anything in her life, and certainly never a man.