Whatever Happenened to Molly Bloom?: A Historical Murder Mystery Set in Dublin by Jessica Stirling

Author:Jessica Stirling
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fiction, Historical, Mystery & Detective
ISBN: 9781780106021
Publisher: Severn House Digital
Published: 2015-02-01T00:00:00+00:00

‘Stop it,’ she said. ‘Stop it, please.’

‘What a naughty girl you are, Miss Dunne,’ said Blazes, grinning. ‘I can’t tell you who Henry is, or Martha, but I can tell you where to find a bit of that sort of stuff, if that’s your fancy.’

‘It’s not,’ she said stiffly, ‘my fancy at all, Mr Boylan.’

She didn’t sway or ask him to remove his paw from her breast. A twitch behind his fly buttons, nothing serious, nothing rampant; he’d been without intercourse for more than a week now and talking saucy even with dumpty Miss Dunne reminded him of it. He wondered what sort of price she’d be willing to pay to have her answer but, before that thought could take root, pushed her away.

She was dogged, that he would say for her.

‘Where did you find those letters, Mr Boylan?’

He lied glibly but unimaginatively. ‘I bought them from a fella in a pub for the price of a couple of pints.’

‘What was the fella’s name?’

‘I don’t remember. I don’t think he mentioned it.’

‘What pub was it?’

‘Look, that’s enough. I’ve more to do than prattle about dirty letters. If you’re so all-fired curious, you can read them. And if that doesn’t open your eyes to what you’ve been missing, nothing will.’ He stepped to the desk, picked up the top sheet of one of Bloom’s letters and waved it. ‘Here, take it away and read it.’

‘You didn’t buy them in any pub, did you?’ Miss Dunne said.

Temper rising, he said, ‘Are you calling me a liar?’

Fearing for her job, she backed down. ‘I’m sorry. I’m just not myself these days, Mr Boylan.’

‘None of us are, none of us are,’ said Blazes. He held up the letter. ‘To read or not to read, Miss Dunne?’

‘I think … no, it’s not for me that sort of thing.’

‘Too hot for you, is it?’ said Blazes, anger giving way to complacency. ‘Right-o, right-o. Type up the Battley letter and then you can go home.’

She held her ground for a few seconds longer. He could read nothing into her expression through the convex lenses that made her brown eyes seem so large and trusting. He felt foolish for even considering that she might be Bloom’s mysterious lover. Surely not even Bloom would be desperate enough as to take up with a woman like Maureen Dunne.

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