HENRY STOPPED ADDIE as she headed toward the labyrinth in the garden just before dusk. “Your mother informed me that you needed a dress. There is no need to wear one of her cast-offs. I want you to be the talk of the state after the ball. Buy whatever you like, my dear.”
“Thank you, Father.” She managed the proper address, though it was still difficult to think of him as her real father. “I don’t think there is much time to find one.”
“If you’d like to go to the city, I’ll be happy to take you.” He wagged a finger at her. “Remember, there will be royalty at the ball. Men who might be interested in an alliance with the Eaton name.”
“When I marry, I wish the man to love me for myself, not for your money.”
He snorted. “Such romanticism, my dear. Infatuation never lasts. Only a solid alliance. Don’t you worry your pretty head about it. I’ll ensure you make a strategic match.”
That’s what she feared the most. She managed a smile, then escaped through the kitchen to the garden. Birds chattered from the manicured trees surrounding the garden. The wind tugged strands of Addie’s hair loose from the ribbon that caught it at the back of her neck. The heavy scent of roses wafted on the wind, and she inhaled it with appreciation. She missed her dog, who now spent more and more time at Edward’s side. It hurt her every time she had to order him not to accompany her, but the boy needed Gideon’s help.
A twig snapped, and she turned to see John approaching. He’d removed his jacket and tie and rolled up the sleeves on his white shirt. His head was bare, and he wore an eager smile. Her mind flashed to his promise to steal a kiss. “Have you been through the labyrinth many times?” she asked
He offered his arm. “Only once or twice.”
“Have you any idea where to search?”
“A few thoughts.” They stepped through the opening of the sixfoot clipped shrubs. Flagstones paved the wide path, which meandered past banks of flowers and rock gardens.
“I love this,” Addie said. “I could stay here forever.” She paused at a statue of a horse. “Should we examine everything that might hold a hidden compartment?”
“That particular statue was installed only three years ago, so I believe we can forgo a study of it.”
With her hand on his arm, they strolled deeper into the labyrinth. “I hope you know how to get out,” she said.
“I have a good sense of direction, but I wouldn’t mind being stuck in here with you for a few days.”
She lifted a brow. “You might change your mind when I grow grouchy from hunger.”
“Oh you’re that kind of lady, eh? One who demands food?”
“Especially sweets.”
“I admit I noticed how you prefer the trifles.”
“Don’t talk about it or I might have to go back for food.”
He led her into a circular area twelve feet across. Benches and iron chairs rimmed the grass. In the center stood a fountain with a stone hummingbird rising ten feet in the air. Water gurgled from the bowl to spill over colorful rocks in a lovely pool. Speechless, she stood and drank in the scene.
“I know what you’re thinking,” John said. “You’re wishing you didn’t have your shoes on. I don’t mind if you want to go wading.”
Addie turned an impish smile his way. “I fear my father would highly disapprove of my tendency to shed my shoes at a moment’s notice.”
He grinned. “It’s one of the things that endears me to you.”
She removed her hand from his arm and stepped nearer the fountain. “Was this here during my mother’s lifetime?”
“It was installed when the labyrinth was built in 1860. So we should examine it closely.”
She glanced at her feet, then back at the statue. “The only way to go over every inch is to wade into the pool.”
Amusement lit his eyes. “I shall allow you the honor, since I know you want to do it so badly.”
“I think you’ll need to join me. It’s much too tall for me to reach to the top of the hummingbird.”
“Oh, the sacrifices I make for you.” He settled on the bench and yanked off his shoes.
Smiling, she sat on the grass and reached under her skirt to remove her shoes and stockings. The moist grass cooled her feet when she stood. Her dress would get damp, but she didn’t mind. She tried to hold the hem above the pool and waded toward the fountain. The water splashed onto her skirt, and when she reached the fountain, she gave up the struggle to stay dry, as she needed both hands to examine the statue.
John joined her, and they poked fingers into every crevice and ran palms over every surface. Nothing. She tried to hide her disappointment as he helped her from the pool of cold water. “Now what?” she asked after they’d donned their shoes again.
He was staring at the rocks. They’d been stacked and mortared as a support for the hummingbird. He walked around to the back, and she followed. “What is it?”
“Just checking for loose mortar. Ah, let’s check this.” He dug his fingers into the cracked mortar of a rock and wiggled it loose. The cavity was empty.
“If she’d hidden it in a loose rock, wouldn’t it have been repaired by now?”
He nodded. “Quite possibly.” He gazed around the circular parklike area.
“Where does that path lead?” she asked, indicating a trail leading out of the center.
“Out of the labyrinth eventually. A labyrinth isn’t the same as a maze. There are no dead ends. It’s a place for reflection and prayer. A few feet along that path, there used to be a small altar and prayer bench.”
“Oh, I want to see!”
He clasped her hand in his. “This way.”
Her fingers curled around his hand, and she was glad she’d neglected to draw on her gloves. The warmth of his skin connected them in a new way. She nearly asked him why he hadn’t stolen his kiss. They reached a small brick archway. Stepping through it, she saw a matching bench and altar surrounded by flowers. Pigeons roosted atop it.
“It’s so lovely,” she said. A warm breeze enveloped her when she approached the bench. The back arched to match the altar. She sat and breathed in the fragrance of the flowers. “I must come here often.”
He sat beside her, and silence descended. She heard only the chirping of birds as they searched for a good hiding place. Her gaze fell on a sundial. “What about that?”
“Maybe.”
They approached the sundial. It stood on a stone column embellished with carved rosettes. She ran her fingers over the stone in search of any part that moved.
“Here!” John twisted on a rosette, and the ornamentation dropped into his hand. He reached inside and withdrew a piece of paper. “Our pigeon clue!”
Her fingers trembled when she took the paper he passed to her and unfolded it. “It reads, ‘Father murdered,’” she whispered.
Friday morning, the cranky motor on John’s 1906 Harley-Davidson didn’t want to start, and he had to fight with it before drawing out the familiar putt-putt of the engine. He rode it to Mercy Falls. As he reached the center of town, he realized a line had collected outside the bank. Frowning, he parked the motorcycle by the front door. He climbed off and strode toward the door.
“There he is!” Mrs. Paschal cried. She rushed toward him with her hands outstretched. “Lieutenant North, I want my money.”
“What’s going on here?” John asked. The line stretched down the block and around the corner.
“It’s my money, and you have to give it to me,” the woman said, clutching at his coat sleeve.
“Of course you can have your money, Mrs. Paschal,” he said soothingly. “The bank will open in forty-five minutes. I have to run an errand and I’ll be right back. The tellers will be along in a few minutes.”
“I want my money now!” she shrieked, grasping at him.
He evaded her hands and rushed back to his Harley. He leaped into the seat and gunned the engine, then turned back the way he’d come. He realized he was sweating, and he wiped his forehead. “I think there’s a run going on at the bank,” he said out loud, though there was no one to hear. “A real run.”
He turned the Harley into the Eaton Manor driveway. When he stopped the motorcycle outside the house, the door opened, and Henry rushed from the manor.
He reached John’s Harley. “John, where have you been? There’s a run developing at the bank.”
“I saw. I just came from there. Do you know what’s caused this?”
Henry scowled. “The Knickerbocker Trust Company just failed. I got a telegram about it early this morning.”
John winced. “We should be all right. We’ve got plenty of reserves.” He noticed Henry wasn’t meeting his gaze. “We do have plenty of reserves, Henry. No need to worry.”
Addie came through the front door with her dog by her side. She knelt and rubbed Gideon’s head, but her gaze lingered on John. He could feel the waves of empathy rolling from her, and it gave him strength.
Henry leaned against the doorjamb. “I loaned ten million dollars to Knickerbocker just yesterday.” His voice trembled.
A loan of that magnitude! John struggled to stay calm. “Without telling me? No wonder numbers weren’t adding up.” He struggled to maintain his temper.
“I was going to tell you. It was a temporary loan, and I expected to recoup it with 10 percent interest.”
John did calculations in his head. “That leaves us with only 5 percent reserve. We might be in trouble.”
“I’m aware of that,” Henry snapped. “Get over to the bank and calm them down. Tell them you’ll give them part of their money today and the rest later.”
“That’s hardly accurate. You did this, Henry.”
Henry jabbed a finger in John’s chest. “It’s your job to make sure we’re not bankrupt by the time this day is over.”
“No. It’s your problem, not mine. I was only helping you out, and you know it. Besides, you won’t be bankrupt. There are the other businesses. The boats, the dairies.” But the bank’s failure would be catastrophic to the people who had entrusted Henry with their money.
He realized Henry hadn’t answered him. “The other businesses are in no danger, right?” John asked.
Henry had gone white. “They’re mortgaged, son. To the hilt. If the bank fails, I fail.”
John couldn’t breathe. The scale of this was too huge to take in. “I see.” He straightened his shoulders. Addie’s future was at stake. Edward’s too. “I’d better see what I can do at the bank.”
Henry clutched at his arm. “This doesn’t affect only me, you know. It’s you and Edward.” He squinted into John’s face. “Julia too.”
“Is this why you asked me to help out? So I could take the blame if your risk failed?”
Henry’s face reddened. “Of course not. You’re family. I’d hoped your oversight would see us through. Obviously I was wrong.”
John’s fists clenched. Henry had set him up. “You didn’t even consult me about the loan to Knickerbocker. I would have advised against it.”
“Precisely why I didn’t mention it. If this gamble paid off, I would have been able to reestablish myself.”
“Instead you’ve brought your family to the edge of ruin.”
And Henry would be out on the street. John had seen that crowd at the bank. There would be no talking to them. “I’d better get to the bank,” he said.