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Georgina wanted to reach over and pull the woman's hair from her head, but she demurely spoke over the top of her teacup instead. "I'm quite familiar with a number of Mulloney's clerks, Mrs. Garrison. One family comes from an English vicarage, others are descendants of well-respected craftsmen driven from their homes by religious or political persecution. Their families try hard to learn the language and the customs and make a new life for themselves here, just as our families did when they first came to America. Most of the clerks at Mulloney's are second-generation Americans, but due to deaths or illness in the family, they have very little money and must work hard for a living. I should think Mr. Mulloney could sacrifice a carriage or two to let them live a little better."

"Well now, you remember to tell Peter that, Georgina, when he offers to buy you your first carriage. You just tell him to put that money into a clerk's salary. Just see how well that goes over."

How odd. Peter hadn't mentioned their broken betrothal to anyone. And if her family hadn't mentioned her marriage, these ladies would have no idea she was living on the other side of town. They didn't talk to their servants.

Georgina sipped her tea and let the silly conversation go on without her. It was patently obvious that selfishness and a lifetime of never thinking for themselves made these women worse than useless for her purposes. It wouldn't improve her position to tell them she was married to the newspaper's editor, but she'd dearly love to stand up and announce it to them all just to see the shock and horror on their faces. But if neither her father nor Peter had made the announcement, she wasn't going to take it upon herself.

With a sad shake of her head Georgina set her cup down and made her excuses to Loyolla. This was the wrong group of women to talk to about forming a ban on Mulloney's. She would have to think of another route.

Loyolla accompanied her to the door, holding her hand and patting it gently. "You've just tried to do too much at once, dear Georgina. I know your heart's in the right place, but standing up to Mulloney's won't make the world better. Why don't you wait until you're married, and then you'll understand things just a little more. Women do have power, dear, but we must use it wisely."

To get bigger carriages and newer gowns, Georgina supposed as she thanked her hostess and took her leave. She couldn't see what else they were using their power for.

With a grimace of disdain she set out for the church where Daniel was distributing some of his literature. She hoped he had been more useful today than she had been.

She looked up in surprise at the sight of her father's carriage rolling down the street in her direction. It was the middle of the day, and he was usually up to his ears in work at the factory. Perhaps it was just Blucher out running errands for her mother. She rather missed the stiff old man. She waved, and the carriage slowed.

To her surprise her father sat behind the driver. To her greater surprise he jumped out and held out his hand to her.

"Georgina, thank goodness I found you. It's your mother. She's gravely ill. I need to take you to her at once."

There wasn't any mistaking the gray lines of worry and fear on her father's face. Georgina took his hand and instantly climbed into the carriage. Despite all her mother's failings, she loved her dearly. It had gone against the grain to stay away this long, but without an invitation from her family, she had felt as if she would be disgracing their doorway by returning. This wasn't the kind of invitation she had been expecting.

"What is it? Has the doctor said? How bad is she?" Anxious, she turned to her father as he sat beside her.

"I'm afraid it's the worst, Georgina. I'm afraid we'll have to send her back to the hospital. The doctor has her sedated now. I hoped she would come around before I had to send for you."

Clenching her hands in her lap, Georgina prayed for the wisdom to handle this ordeal. She wished she had Daniel beside her. She needed his experience right now. He knew more of the world than she did. Perhaps there was something else they could do, someone else they could send for. It didn't seem right to send her mother away just because she had difficulty coping with the world. Surely they must be doing something wrong, and if they could just somehow make it right...

Several hours later, Georgina was the one who was sedated.

As George Hanover carefully removed the cup from her inert hand, the physician shook his head behind him.

"It's a classic case, I'm afraid. It must run in the family. I'm sorry to see it, George. But the doctors can work wonders these days. We'll have her right in a few months. I hope this won't hurt her chances with young Mulloney. This kind of brain exertion doesn't occur in males, so he won't have to worry about sons. And Georgina will be just fine once he learns to keep her quiet and away from excitement. I'll explain the technical details to him if you like."

"That's kind of you, Ralph. If you'll signal Blucher, we'll carry her out of here. I'm certain a good long rest at the sanitarium is just what she needs. I should never have sent her away to school, but with her mother..." George gestured helplessly.

Ralph patted him on the back. "I know. It was a hard decision to make. I trust Dolly is strong enough to make the trip with you?"

"She's rested. She'll be fine. You might want to leave me some more of that medicine just in case she becomes agitated while we're traveling."

Ralph removed a bottle from his medical bag. "You might need to keep Georgina under control while you travel. This should be sufficient until you arrive. Just remember the dosage I told you. And God be with you."

As Blucher carried his employer's daughter to the waiting carriage, George tucked the bottle of opium into his pocket and went in search of his wife.

* * *

Daniel paced the street in front of the church one more time. Georgina had told him Loyolla's teas never lasted past five o'clock. He pulled out his watch and glanced at it again. Seven.

He should have paid more attention to the time. She should have been here hours ago. He had expected her here to help him long before this. What kind of crazy side trip had she made this time?

His leg was aching from the day's exertion, but he set out down the street to the mayor's house. Maybe Loyolla Banks would have some idea where Georgina might have gone after she left there.

The servant ushered Daniel into the mayor's office. He stood, frowning, looking pointedly at his pocket watch as Daniel entered.

"I won't keep you for a minute, sir, but my wife was here earlier, and she hasn't come home yet. Is Mrs. Banks available? I thought Georgina might have told her where she was going."

The mayor frowned. "Your wife, Mr. Martin? I wasn't aware that you were married. Mrs. Banks is visiting a sickbed at the moment. I fail to understand why Georgina Hanover would know where your wife went, but she won't be able to help you now. Georgina's had some crisis of the nerves like her mother some years ago. They're taking her to the sanitarium as we speak."

Daniel's weak leg nearly gave out from under him, and he grabbed the desk's edge just in time to keep from falling.

"The sanitarium, sir? What sanitarium?"

"Don't rightly know. You'll have to ask Dr. Ralph. It's some place out in Illinois, I believe. I know the train to Chicago just left, and they were on it."

As a man in a daze, Daniel thanked the mayor politely and wandered out. They were sending Georgina to a sanitarium. Beautiful, bright, flighty Miss Merry—his wife.

Damn, but it looked like he and Papa Hanover would have to have a come-to-Jesus meeting—right after he rescued Georgina.

Chapter 20

Fearing the excess of blood raging through his brain would make him incoherent, Daniel dashed to the railroad station, again cursing his parsimony in not buying a horse. He had to have been mad to come north to the civilized environs that used carriages on city streets. He had no use for carriages, but his leg had little use for walking. He needed a horse.

Pain shot through his cramped leg muscles as he reached the ticket office and leaned against the counter. "When did the train to Chicago leave?" he demanded of the startled clerk.

The man checked the big clock on the wall. "Twenty minutes ago. There's not another out until tomorrow morning."

This couldn't be happening. Daniel shut his eyes and tried to think clearly. He opened them again an instant later when another thought occurred to him. "Were the Hanovers on it? I was supposed to meet them here."

The clerk pulled a long face. "They certainly were. Mr. Mulloney gave them his private car. Sad story, isn't is? Poor Miss Georgina, she was always a smiling mite. Darned pity she had to inherit that condition from her mother. Goes to show that money can't buy everything, don't it?"

Money could buy a damned lot. Grinding his teeth, Daniel tried to think what to do next. The livery. He had to find a horse. He swung back to the ticket clerk. "What route does that train take? It's not direct, is it?"

The clerk checked his schedule. "That one goes back to Cincinnati tonight. Then it changes and heads north again toward Indianapolis. If you were to take a buggy straight across from here, you could probably catch up to it around Brookville or somewheres, if that's what you've a mind to do."

That's what he had a mind to do. Before he could put his plan into action, however, he heard his name called from the other end of the platform. Annoyed at the interruption, prepared to ignore it and go on, he started away from the office in the opposite direction.

"Damn you, Daniel, if you leave us stranded here at this hour, I'll come after you with a whip!"

With a sudden impossible flare of hope, Daniel swung around to watch the elegantly attired couple hurrying toward him. One sailed along in a skirt that swept the dusty platform in ruffles and a hat that skimmed the air with a bushel of roses and feathers. The one carrying an enormous satchel wore a fawn suit tailored to fit broad shoulders and narrow hips to perfection and guaranteed to attract the notice of all eyes in the sea of dark suits surrounding him.
Tyler and Evie.

"Oh lord, you're a sight for sore eyes." Forgetting the state of his bruised face, Daniel hurried to pump Tyler's free hand and grab Evie in a hug that left her breathless and wide-eyed. "But I don't have time to greet you proper. My wife's been kidnapped and I'm about to go after her. You'll have to put up at the hotel until I can get back."

He was already hurrying in the direction of the livery, trailing his adopted family behind him as he spoke, ignoring the curious looks they exchanged.

"I thought you'd outgrown those damned fairy stories, Mulloney," Tyler growled as he caught his wife's waist and hurried her after him, swinging the enormous satchel jauntily. "People don't get kidnapped in broad daylight in a respectable town like this one. And even if they did, you're supposed to wait around for the ransom note."

"It's Georgina's father. I don't have time to explain. I've got to cut off the train before Brookville."

"It's a little difficult to stop a train by yourself, Danny," Evie informed him as she escaped her husband's hold and hurried to walk beside him.

"I'll blow the damned thing up, if that's what it takes." Daniel kept walking. The livery was now in sight.

Tyler and Evie exchanged glances with a soft "uh-oh." Well, he had been known to blow things up before.

"I doubt that Evie's carrying dynamite in this thing"—Tyler glanced at the satchel he carried—"but we'll come along for the ride. We traveled all the way up here to meet your bride. Seems a shame to miss the chance. It's been boring sitting around the house anyway."

Daniel threw Tyler a look over his shoulder. Nothing was ever boring around Tyler Monteigne. The man drew trouble like a magnet, just like Evie. The two of them had probably been drawn here right now because of that unerring instinct for making a nuisance of themselves. But it was the kind of nuisance he appreciated having around.

He threw Evie's fancy gown a knowing look. 'This won't be any fashion parade. I'm riding like hell."

Arriving at the livery, Evie looked the stable up and down and gestured for the satchel in her husband's hand. "I'm sure there's something I can change into." She nodded at the stable hand coming forward to check their business. "While these gentlemen choose our horses, might I borrow an empty stall for a few minutes?"