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âHilda.â Aunt Molly, who was a tiny woman, could be a commanding presence when she chose. âHilda, I donât want you âthinkingâ anything. I know, I know.â She raised a hand as Hilda started to speak. âI encouraged you to look into these incidents. Iâm sorry now I ever did so. The trouble has come too close to home. If we hadnât had that soaking rain yesterday, the store could have been badly damagedâand both Mr. Malloy and Patrick could have been hurt, fighting the fire, if it had come to that.â
âBut the fire was not bad, and they were not hurt. Only that poor boy. I thinkââ
Once again Molly interrupted. âHilda, please listen to me. At this time in your life, you must not involve yourself in such great danger. My dear, Mr. Malloy and I have no grandchildren, you know. Your baby is a great hope for our family. If onlyâbut you and Patrick are as dear to us as our own children. Please say you will leave it alone.â
Hilda looked at the carpet. Molly Malloy could read minds, Hilda was firmly convinced. And she didnât want her mind read just now. âIt is confusing,â she said slowly. âI do not see how the fire can be connected to the other things that have happened. And I see that there could be peril. Aunt Molly, I promise I will do nothing that could harm my baby.â
It was an ambiguous reply, and Molly wasnât fooled for a moment. âHilda, there areâthere has been aâa development. I donât knowâno, never mind about that. But can you not trust me when I say that you must not pursue this matter further?â
Hilda was saved from having to reply when Eileen appeared in the parlor doorway. âBegginâ your pardon, maâam, but Mr. and Mrs. OâNeill are here to see you.â
âMr. and Mrs.âoh, Norah and Sean! Why are they here at this time of day, I wonder? Sean should be at work. But show themâoh, Norah, I am glad to see you!â
Norah had never stood on ceremony with her best friend, and she was not about to now, even if Hilda had metamorphosed into a fine lady. She slipped past Eileen, Sean close behind her, and was about to speak when she saw Mrs. Malloy and hesitated. To curtsey, or not? Mrs. Malloy was a lady. But she was also the aunt of Norahâs best friend, and this was her friendâs house, where she, Norah was not a servant but a guest....
Aunt Molly saw her uncertainty and stood. âI will leave you to your guests, my dear. Mrs. OâNeill, itâs good to see you again, and Mr. OâNeill. Little Fiona is doing well, I trust?â For Molly had helped with Fionaâs birth and knew all about the difficult circumstances surrounding it.
âSheâs bloominâ, thank you, maâam. Our neighborâs lookinâ after her for a bit.â
âAnd enjoying it, Iâm sure. Sheâs a sweet baby. Hilda, we will talk again.â
Hilda was sure of that.
When Mrs. Malloy was safely out the door, Norah plumped herself down on a chair, settling her damp skirts, and Sean took the chair beside her. âHilda, we had to see you, right away. Seanâs on the early shift this week, and he heard some things at work this morninâ that you need to know.â
Sean cleared his throat. âSee, Flynn works with me. Norahâs brother, you know?â
Hilda nodded.
âAnd him and me both used to work for Sam Black, you remember, before Blackâs went out of business. And thereâs talk, Flynn says, that Samâs somehow mixed up in all thatâs happeninâ, or most of it, anyway.â
âI thought,â said Hilda, âthat Mr. Black moved away, after he lost his house and the bicycle factory.â
âLost everythinâ he owned. And he did move away, âcause he couldnât find any work here. But heâs back. Flynnâs seen him. And heâs