who had mysteriously offered to help. Now was not the time to interrogate his advisor about city finances.
But Mrs. Brandon just nodded approvingly. âOh, itâs not the cityâs money. Jimmy has enough friends to buy him a new suit every day of the year, if he wanted.â
I felt chastened, and wished I could say something that might impress her. Her face was unlined and firm, but her air of self-confidence and poise made me think she had to be at least forty.
âYou said youâre one of Mayor Walkerâs advisors?â I asked. Women might have won the vote, but we were still a long way from equality. It heartened me to see a woman so close to a center of power, for all that I disagreed with her politics.
She nodded. âIt says âSpecial Assistantâ on the letterhead, but Iâm his unofficial advisor for Other affairs. I was the one who suggested he speak to you, in fact.â
âAbout that,â I said, âthe note was rather cryptic. Why am I here, exactly?â
Something rustled and then a door in the back of the room opened. The mayor stepped out of it, much to my surprise. I had assumed the door led to a closet, but just behind him I could see stairs winding down.
âThereâs a basement?â I asked.
Judith Brandon leaned closer to my ear. âA tunnel to the catacombs beneath us. Itâs now his dressing room.â
Jimmy Walker gave me a bright, insouciant grin and came over to shake my hand with an unmistakable politicianâs grip. âMiss Hollis,â he said. âDelighted to see you again, in slightly better circumstances.â
He released my hand and then inspected his own with some astonishment. It was surely a rarity for his guests to greet him with a liberal coating of bicycle grease. I attempted to apologize, but he merely lifted his handkerchief from his breast pocket and carefully wiped away the offending substance with a smile.
âBicycle grease?â he said, to cut through my stumbling mortification.
âHow did you know?â
âThey were more of a childhood fascination, but I remember the smell well enough. Now, Miss Hollis,â he said, pulling up a third chair in lieu of sitting behind his desk, âyou must be curious about my rather terse invitation. I apologize, but my esteemed advisor deemed some caution necessary.â
âWell,â I said, forcing a smile. âYou have my curiosity and my presence. Whatâs this all about?â
âForgive me for being so blunt, but it seems youâve gotten yourself in a bit of trouble. Harboring a child vampire is a serious crime. But Iâm sure you know that alreadyâthey do call you the âVampire Suffragette,â after all.â
I winced. âYes, Iâm aware. But I assure you, Iâm completely innocentââ
The mayor waved a hand lightly in the air, as though my guilt or innocence were immaterial. âIâm sure you are,â he said. âBut those rottweilers on the vice squad are another matter, arenât they? I appreciated your help regarding that business with the mob boss in January. Quite a few people in high places appreciate it, too. In fact, I heard about you from Joe Warren himself. Now, I donât know, but I think a word from Joe Warren might do a lot to convince those fellows on the vice squad to look elsewhere, especially as youâre innocent.â
âWhy would he do that?â I asked, shocked.
âIf I asked him, I daresay.â
Joe Warren was our cityâs police commissioner, and a good friend of the mayor. If James Walker called in a favor and asked him to stop investigating me, I probably wouldnât have to worry about any more rooftop visitsâor, even worse, striped pajamas.
Judith Brandon turned to me. âWe have a proposition for you,â she said.
âI see.â
Jimmy Walker shrugged. âI think youâll find itâs a fair