Chapter 5
The porter adeptly dodged clumps of waiting passengers as he wheeled our luggage to the stagecoach waiting area. I was fumbling in my purse for a coin when Cassie touched my sleeve. "I believe someone is looking for you." She nodded toward a jacketless, short little man with armbands holding up his sleeves, carrying an envelope between ink-stained fingers. He caught sight of me and walked briskly toward us.
"Mrs. "—he glanced at the envelope—"Wynch?"
I hesitated briefly before inclining my head in acknowledgment.
"Telegram, ma'am."
I handed him a nickel and tore it open as he hurried away. It was from William Pinkerton.
JOUBERT BRINGING HEART OF FIRE. ESSENTIAL TO KEEP SAFE.
~WP
Heart of Fire? I passed it to Cassie. "Can you make sense of it? I assume he is not employing
