Chapter 10
Julia had dressed with care for her appointment with Calder Hart.
Not only had she donned a dark red suit and some modest diamonds, her ruby-red velvet hat trimmed in black, she had sent Hart a note well before the breakfast hour, requesting the interview.
Being proper was in her nature, and with so much at stake she had no intention of jettisoning protocol.
The gentleman stood, extending his hand. “Mrs. Cahill, I presume?” He smiled at her. “Mr. Hart is expecting you.”
“I am a bit early,” Julia said, glancing now at the artwork on the walls.
Hart’s passion was art and his collection was infamous, as he possessed some shocking works that he dared display in public.
She had heard he had a terribly provocative life-size nude sculpture in his entry hall, but she had not yet been to his home and could not confirm the rumor.
She had also heard that he had a frankly atheistic oil painting hanging there as well, but she was certain Hart was not an atheist—or she prayed he was not, as Francesca would be so intrigued by that quirk.
She hoped the rumor was ill founded, as well.
The art in his lobby was, for the most part, very tasteful.
There were several huge landscapes, one Romanesque war scene and some fine portraits.
The periods clearly varied. Julia only recognized art that dated from the early nineteenth century, but she was pleased nevertheless that there were no scandalous nudes and no sacrilegious displays.
“Mr. Hart instructed me to bring you upstairs the moment you arrived,” the clerk said. “I’m afraid we have no elevator,” he apologized as they took to the stairs.
“I appreciate a good walk,” Julia said, meaning it.
She had found some years ago that the more she walked and the less she sat about, the easier it was to maintain her youthful figure.
She had trouble sympathizing with those peers of hers who had gone to fat and never ceased moaning about the fact, while sitting on their rumps all day.
She so hoped she was doing the right thing.
Andrew remained uncommitted to the engagement.
His belief that the facts of Hart’s past spoke for themselves and he was simply not suitable for their daughter had actually caused Julia more than a single sleepless night.
A part of her truly wished not to meddle, but to sit back passively was against her very nature.
As she had assumed, his private offices were on the uppermost floor with breathtaking views of the harbor, the Statue of Liberty and the ocean.
And as he came forward, clad in a dark suit and tie, smiling, she took in his elegance and the elegant surroundings and she felt herself melt for the hundredth time.
She could not be wrong about him and this match, she thought, smiling back at him.
“Julia, good day,” Hart clasped her hand firmly, looking very pleased to see her. His smile was wide and his eyes sparkled. He was an undeniably seductive man.
“Good day, Calder, thank you for making the time to see me,” she said, taking the seat he offered her but refusing any refreshments.
Hart seemed curious as to the purpose of her visit, but he was in no haste as he walked behind his large desk, the top inlaid with dark leather, the borders gilded, and sat down in a handsome carved chair that was clearly Spanish.
“And what brings you so far downtown? I do hope you had other errands to run and did not come so far out of your way just to speak with me.” He leaned back in the chair, relaxed but not indolent, seemingly confident but not arrogant.
“Actually, you are the sole cause of my journey downtown to the waterfront,” she said.
“I would have called on you tonight, Julia. You had only to ask.”
She had known he would, of course, as he was a gentleman, but she’d had no wish to be interrupted by either Francesca or Andrew. “I prefer a moment of privacy.”
“I confess, I am intrigued.” He smiled, a slight dimple appearing in his right cheek.
Julia became somber, but she did not have to decide where to begin, as she had rehearsed this speech for some time. “I have come to discuss Francesca.”
“Of course,” he said, clearly not surprised.
Julia sighed. “I love my daughter so, as you know. I am terribly proud of her, too, of how clever and purposeful she is. You know, when she was a little girl, just a child of six or seven, she would stand on the street outside of our home, with the nanny, of course, and hand out cookies to every impoverished man, woman and child who passed by. When she was a bit older, the cookies became pamphlets. I’ll never forget when she first became involved in politics and reform and started standing on the street, soliciting votes for the cause of reform. ”
Hart smiled. “Let me guess, she was ten?”
“Eleven. She used to hide under Andrew’s desk when the Citizens’ Union had meetings at our home, listening to every word, every debate. Soon Andrew let her sit quietly in the corner, when she became too big to sit under the desk.”
Hart chuckled. “That sounds like Francesca.”
Julia also smiled. “There was never any doubt that she would be an activist like Andrew, really. She campaigned heavily with the goo-goos for Mayor Low’s election, just as she campaigned heavily against Van Wyck four years ago.”
His eyebrow lifted. “I assume there is no relation?”
Julia was aghast. “Dear Lord, no! My mother’s family has nothing to do with that scurrilous gang of hooks and crooks. We share not one drop of blood!”
Hart smiled.
Julia leaned forward. “Reform has always been the dearest cause to Francesca’s heart, Calder.”
“And?”
She sighed. “Until she started with this investigative nonsense.”
He was somber now, as well. For a moment he did not speak. “I am aware that you do not approve of her sleuthing.”
“How can I approve? What mother wishes for their daughter to engage with thugs and rowdies? Francesca has been abducted and held against her will, she has had a knife put to her throat, she has been shot at! Dear God! I am amazed I am not already gray.”
He smiled. “I intend to keep her safe, Julia, you may count on that.”
“How? Do you intend to put your foot down and end this nonsensical investigative inclination of hers?”
His eyes darkened. “If you are asking me if I intend to marry Francesca and put her on a leash, the answer is no.”
Julia started. “So you do approve of her sleuthing?”
“Not exactly.” He stared thoughtfully. “I approve of her passion and dedication. In fact, I doubt I have ever met anyone, man or woman, more passionate in nature, and that I admire beyond words. I intend to support her in any cause she feels passionate enough to pursue. Indeed, I look forward to doing so,” he said with a smile, and Julia wondered at his private thoughts.
This was not going the way she had expected. Every man she knew set rules for his wife. “Then steer her back to her one true passion—the cause of government reform. It is far less life-threatening than chasing down murderers, Calder.”
He seemed amused. “I would certainly sleep easier if she gave up her sleuthing. But I will not ask her to do so and I won’t manipulate her in any way, either.
I’m sorry. I realize most husbands would—and do—dictate to their wives.
I’m afraid I am not that kind of man. Maybe it is because I never had any intention of ever marrying.
I’ve never paid any attention to the conventions attached to the matrimonial state, except to wonder at the absurdity of most of them.
” He shrugged. “I am marrying an independent woman.” He smiled. “The notion pleases me to no end.”
“And if you wind up with a dead wife? Will that please you, as well?” Julia cried in frustration.
“Of course not!” Hart leaned across the desk, his expression grim.
“Fortunately, as reckless as Francesca is, she is also clever enough to avoid the worst engagements. In any case, I intend to protect her to the best of my ability. And if that means I or Raoul, my bodyguard, accompanies her on her nefarious missions, then so be it. But I won’t cage her, Julia.
And, as I told your husband, that is why we suit. ”
She knew a brick wall when confronted with it. Still, even bricks could come tumbling down, given the right push. “And what about Rick Bragg?”
Hart’s expression never changed. He sat back and asked mildly, “What about him?”
“A few months ago my daughter decided that she was in love with him. She still runs about the city with him. She told me they are working together trying to find this terrible Slasher. You don’t mind?” Julia watched him very carefully.
If he did mind, it was impossible to tell. “I trust Francesca,” he said.
Julia felt despair. “My daughter only means well, and I know you know that. But she is impulsive, recklessly so. I really don’t think it helps the cause of your engagement and your marriage for her to spend so much time in the company of a man she so admires.
And she does admire Rick Bragg. Surely on that score you must agree with me. ”
He stood. “I won’t pretend to enjoy the fact that she works so closely with my half brother, but I would rather she confront the unsavory elements of her sleuthing with him at her side than alone. For he will also do anything to keep her safe. Surely you realize that?”
Julia got to her feet. “Calder, you know how much I want this marriage. It frightens me, Francesca working with Rick Bragg! I don’t like it.
And never mind that his wife is back in his home, she is also terribly crippled, and how long will that last?
Why can’t you humor me? It is hardly leashing Francesca to ask her to behave with some decorum.
It is not proper for her to sleuth with Bragg without a chaperon.
” She was firm. “At least send Raoul with them.”
“Unfortunately, he is the police commissioner and he has vast resources at his disposal—resources she needs.”