Chapter 15
Monday, January 17, 1887I was up early, eager to get started. As bomb-makers are seldom found in the city directory, I was counting upon Frank to know where I could find Artie Lindquist. Cullom rose early as well, breakfasted quickly, and left, with a promise to send my telegram right away. “I’ll have them deliver the response here.”
Claudine came down to the dining room as I was finishing my coffee. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face pale. “Any word on Anna?” she whispered.
“I’m sorry, dear. Nothing yet.” I went over to the toast rack and got her a plate.
“I’m not hungry.”
“Well, try anyway,” I urged. “We have a difficult day ahead of us.”
She frowned as I told her my theory as to why Anna was kidnapped. “I don’t know, Pen. The Zaleskis have been nothing but kind to me. I
