interrupted, Tavish, a most important visit. You frightened her away, poor soul, didnât you see that?â
Tavish dropped into an armchair. âI apologize. I do !â he repeated to Columbineâs raised eyebrows. âI didnât see her at first when I arrived. And then I didnât get a chance to excuse myself and leave. I was about to. Honest. Whatever did you say to her to make her bolt like that, Columbine?â
With a sigh, Columbine sat down in the chair opposite him. âI donât think it was my talk, outrageous as it was. I was trying to put her at ease. You know I canât chatter about dresses and parties and the weather. Perhaps I went too far.â
â âThe Sacred Cows of Sexual Freedomâ?â Tavish asked, his eyes twinkling merrily. ââOur communities are hot little hellsâ!â
âThat was Victoria Woodhull who said that, not me, darling,â Columbine said. She raised her arms above her head and stretched, yawning, then eyed him through the arch of her slender arms. âHow you do condescend, Mr. Finn.â
âNo, never. I only tease. You know I am proud of you. Why do you think she came?â
Columbine let her arms drop. She frowned. âSheâs in trouble, Tavish, that I know. Perhaps she came to me for some kind of help. Thatâs why your interruption was so unfortunate.â
âThen I am truly sorry, Columbine. Though why such a woman as Mrs. Statton could need help, I canât imagine. She has everything she desires, doesnât she? That famous mausoleum she lives in, the Worth gownsâwhy, she most likely has consultations with Mr. Worth himself on her wardrobe!â
âIt isnât like you to be unkind, Tavish. Women such as Mrs. Statton can have great sadness in their lives. As I well know,â she said quietly. âAnd you should not have forgotten.â
Tavish shifted uneasily. âIâm sorry, Columbine.â
âGood. Now why did you barge into my sitting room today? You knew if Iâd left that message with Mrs. Hudson that I didnât want to be disturbed. And you were to come at five, if I remember correctly, and I always do.â
âI have a question for you and a favor to ask. Which would you like first?â
âThe question, please. It sounds more harmless.â
âDo you know a Mrs. Usenko?â
She looked at him warily. âThat is not a harmless question. Yes, Iâve heard of her, though I donât know her. Why do you ask?â
âI bribed Claude Stattonâs messenger boy this morning and had the privilege of reading his city correspondence. Not very enlightening, unfortunately. But there was a message from this lady having to do with some kind of payment.â
âWhy Claude Statton? You suspect him as part of this group youâre investigating?â
âPerhaps. Are you going to tell me about Mrs. Usenko?â
Columbine sat up straighter. âMrs. Usenko is an abortionist. Like Madame Restell used to be, a high-priced abortionist with society folk among her clientele. She was an assistant to Madame Restell and took over after Madame cut her own throat. She has the accoutrementsâa mansion on Madison Avenue, a carriageâshe even has ermine-trimmed robes, like Madame Restell did. I hope she does not suffer the same fate. Anthony Comstock has thundered about her, too. Letâs hope he doesnât drive her to suicide. Do you think Claude Statton used her for a mistress in distress?â
Tavish drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. âIt wasnât clear in the note. It just mentioned some figures. Odd ⦠Now for the favor. I want you to get me invited to the Van Cormandt house party at their place in the Hudson Valley.â
âTavish! I canât do that.â
âYes, you can. Ned Van Cormandt will do anything you want him to.â
âBut I canât ask himââ
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