settee in her little mismatched parlor, her head throbbing something fierce, her heart clutched in a tight bind she couldnât name. Finally, she rose and went up the stairs.
She opened a trunk and began folding in corsets and stockings, dresses and stays, shoes and trousers over the lavender scented paper, tucking clothes carefully, at once prim and lace, coarse and tweed.
She inspected her dressing table and found that Rayâs pocket watch, a memento as valuable to her as her wedding ring, did not occupy its usual space.
An hour later, Mrs. Malone was helping her settle into her old room. Little familiarities surrounded herâlavender in a vase, a cameo, a few dress patterns, a favorite quilt, a forgotten notebook and pen.
Still tired from the ordeal of the evening before and her head throbbing worse than before, she enjoyed a nap in her old, comfortable bed. Upon rising, she noticed that the sun was slanting more brightly through the window, marking midday. Voices rose from the front room. She checked her hair in the mirror and readjusted the small bandage.
In the sitting room, she found Merinda and Skip.
âJem! I didnât know you were back,â Merinda cried. Skip stood and gave her a quick nod as she lowered herself to the settee. âSkip was just doing a first-rate job of an interview.â
Jem looked between them. âI got the oddest note from Ray. Heâs gone.â
âGone where?â Merinda asked.
âTo Chicago. Something about Viola and Tony.â
âChicago!â Skip repeated.
âHeâs going to find Tony. He doesnât know when heâll be back.â
âSkip here will be perfecting more than his interviewing skills. Why, heâll have several more jobs at the paper,â Merinda said lightly, even while her face shaded with concern.
âI have to go.â Skip suddenly slapped his hands on his knees.
âBut we werenât finished,â Merinda protested.
âI have more than enough. Remember that itâs not just your perspective I was assigned to get. McCormick is out interviewing a few of Goldmanâs followers, and I am charged with seeing Mrs. Goldman herself.â
âHow exciting,â Merinda said without even the slightest attempt to hide her disappointment.
Jem was too deflated to even force a smile.
âIt will be in the Hog tomorrow,â Skip said, rising and tucking his notebook in his pocket. âIf there is a Hog .â He shrugged into the coat Mrs. Malone provided at Merindaâs bidding. âFunny, you never really realize how much Mr. DeLuca does until you think of how youâll need to do it in his absence.â He tipped his hat at Jem. âIâm sure heâll find his way back soon.â
Jem muttered something that almost sounded like an affirmative.
When Skip was gone, Jem moved to the seat adjacent Merinda. âHe just left a note,â she told Merinda with a sigh. âIt was the sort of note he would have left for Skip or McCormick. It was so cold.â
Merinda chewed her lip. âThat isnât like him.â
âI know. And he never wanted me to go to the Goldman rally. Heâs not vindictive enough to hold a grudge for that, though.â
Merinda put up a restraining hand. âThatâs not why he left, Jem. And itâs not why he didnât put more in the note. He was in a hurry.â She rose, crossed to the bureau, and returned with the slip of paper she found at the Hog . âI went to his office after the rally. I wanted to see if there was anything about the trolley explosions that DeLuca hadnât told us about. I knew something was wrong because his desk was all upturned. I think he must have received a call from his sister, jotted all of this downââshe pointed to the middle of the paperââand dashed straight home to leave you a note and catch the first train.â
âTony infuriates me,â Jem said,