Chapters (39)
- Cover
- Title
- TheLastIllusion
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- HISTORICAL NOTE
“You are so annoying sometimes,” Sid said. “Why did you have to take up such a demanding profession? I hope you’ll have more time for leisure when you are Mrs. Daniel Sullivan. He was looking for you this afternoon, by the way. Pounded on our door and demanded to know where you were.”
“He didn’t?”
“He most certainly did. When Gus said she didn’t know, he almost accused her of hiding you in the hall closet.”
“Oh, dear. He is tiresome at times, isn’t he?” I said. “Did he say what he wanted?”
“No, but I believe he slipped a note through your front door.”
I sighed. “I’d better go and see then, hadn’t I? I’m really sorry about your lovely invitation. I wish I could join you, but I can’t.”
I opened my front door and removed Daniel’s note from the letter box.
Dear Molly,
I came to your house in the hope of finding you at home for once. I have managed to wangle myself two days off and thought we might go up to my mother’s in Westchester. I have been neglecting her of late. It will be a welcome escape from the heat and we’ll be able to formulate our wedding plans in peace. I can introduce you to the church and the priest on Sunday morning. I’ll come by to pick you up at nine in the morning so that we can take the nine forty-five to Westchester.
Your future bridegroom,
Daniel Sullivan.
P.S. One of my men tells me that the doorkeeper at Miner’s Theatre has reported you as a suspicious character. I do hope [and these words were underlined three times] that you are not poking your nose into the strange goings on at that theater, expressly against my wishes.
“St. Michael and all the angels,” I muttered and stood there, staring blankly at Daniel’s aggressive black script on the paper. What in heaven’s name was I going to do about this? “Daniel is going to be furious” was the first thing that flashed through my mind. Then I asked myself why I was so worried. He had given me very little notice, after all, and I was still leading my own life. Clearly I had to let him know that I wasn’t coming so that I didn’t have to face an ugly scene on my doorstep at nine o’clock the next morning.