The Difficulty
Morton and I left before Roy might arrive, neither of us wishing to see him that night. As we rode home in Molly’s carriage, I felt dismayed at what I’d learned. Smoking … drinking …?
I’d been a bad influence on her, it was clear.
And she couldn’t go on like this for much longer. If some homeowner didn’t shoot the girl, whoever she’d gotten involved with might. I hoped her parents could talk some sense into her.
By the time the carriage pulled up to my apartments, the normally dark, narrow street was bathed so brightly that I could read the sign beside my door:
Kaplan Private Investigations
Discreet Service For Ladies
Below it hung another:
Studio For Hire — Inquire Within
Blitz answered my knock, and we walked past him into the front hall. Not nearly as large or gr
