You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
Chapter Nine<br />
“So let us suppose that Spencer is not the real last name of the girls,” Geraldine mused. She glanced<br />
down at Trevor’s latest telegram, which was resting on the table. “Perhaps Rose adopted a<br />
pseudonym when she entered the Kirkland School, which is apparently standard practice for the<br />
young women who go there. And Dorinda took the same name before she went to Hever.”<br />
“But I don’t understand,” Tess, said, fitfully twisting one of her gloves. “Knowing what LaRusse did<br />
to her sister, why would Dorinda follow him to Hever?”<br />
“Revenge, Mama. It is all that explains it.” Marjorie, Tess’s older daughter, looked at her mother<br />
with sympathy as she spoke. The last two days had taken their toll on Tess; she had slipped from<br />
being a woman who was merely agitated and worried to someone who was having trouble thinking<br />
clearly at all.<br />
“It is one of humankind’s greatest motivations,” Emma said.<br />
“But if Anne is still at Hever,” Tess said, “I can’t see what any of the rest has to do with it.”<br />
“Patience, my dearest,” said Geraldine, reaching over to pat her arm. “Not one of us has forgotten<br />
that your precious Anne is the focus of all our efforts. But if my labors in the arena of crime solving<br />
have taught me anything, it is that sometimes the most unlikely strands of a story find a way to twine<br />
themselves together. Answering one question often leads to a greater understanding of another. And<br />
thus throwing light on LaRusse’s past may be the swiftest way to extract Anne from his grasp.”<br />
“It occurs to me,” Marjorie said thoughtfully, “that when people concoct a false surname, they rarely<br />
pull it from midair. Perhaps Spencer is some other sort of family name – their mother’s maiden name,<br />
perhaps?”<br />
“A reasonable notion,” Emma said, considering Marjorie with new respect. When she had first<br />
arrived on Geraldine’s doorstep with her mother, Emma had been prepared to dislike her. This young<br />
woman, scarcely two years older than Emma herself, seemed to have been uniquely blessed with<br />
good fortune. Striking beauty, a doting family, an advantageous marriage, two perfect children. It<br />
seemed almost too much to fathom that Marjorie would also be possessed of a kind heart and common<br />
sense. But in the brief time she had spent in her company, Emma had found that she was beginning to<br />
like Marjorie very much.<br />
“Spencer as the mother’s maiden name?” Geraldine said. “Quite right. Tess, help me think. Do we<br />
know any woman in her forties who was a Spencer before marriage?”<br />
“There’s ElizaAnne Spencer Mill,” Marjorie said swiftly, answering in her mother’s stead. “It’s<br />
what gave me the idea. I met her last year at the fundraising gala for the Barrow Street orphanage. A<br />
kindly woman, and about the right age, with two growing daughters. But she and her husband have<br />
recently left London.”