department is down. Youâve succeeded without causing any unpleasantness.â
âThank you.â She was very pleased but tried not to blush. âIâve trained the clerks to be more observant. Most wealthy would-be thieves are out for a thrill. Their shifty eyes betray them. And they often give off a certain scent. I imagine that professional thieves would be more difficult to detect.â
Prescott leaned back in his chair, inclining his head. âIâm truly surprised that they attacked you. If they were planning another attempt to steal jewelry from Macyâs, they would make their task riskier by violently removing you from the jewelry department. You might have already reported your suspicions to the store detective. Your injury or death under suspicious circumstances would heighten his concern, and he would have alerted the floorwalker. The thieves would probably have walked into a trap.â
âPerhaps,â suggested Pamela, âthey are amateur thieves, seeking revenge, thrills, or adventure as well as loot.â
âYou have a point. True professionals would have calculated the risks more prudently. Whether amateur or not, these two may continue to pose a danger to you as well as to others. Iâll ask Harry Miller to discover their identity.â
She rose to leave and walked to the door. Prescott opened it, gazed at her, then murmured gently, âYou dodged death last night. Iâm sorry. I didnât think working at Macyâs could be so dangerous.â
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A week later, early in the morning, Pamela went shopping in the market at Union Square. This was a deeply satisfying hour of her day. A variety of flowers and fresh spring vegetables were arranged to delight the eye. Merchants and shoppers nodded and smiled at each other and exchanged friendly remarks about the crops and the weather. Pamela could imagine herself in a charming country village, rather than in the raw, steaming metropolis.
While she was inspecting a bunch of daffodils, she felt the presence of someone close behind her. She glanced over her shoulder. Dennis Reilly stood scarcely a foot away, clean-shaven and groomed. His clothes were cheap and ill fitting but clean. He carried himself like a gentleman. But his eyes burned with hate.
He glared at her, muttering, âBitch. Iâve paid my debt to society and reformed my life. So Iâve gone to court to get my daughter, Brenda, back. Get out of my way. If you try to stop me, youâll be sorry.â
For a moment she felt numb and paralyzed. Her body began to tremble. She breathed deeply, struggled to remain calm, and set off for her rooms. Reilly followed her at a distance. She thought of trying to evade him, but he surely knew where she and Brenda lived. Once in her rooms, she locked and bolted the door and hurried to the window. Reilly was across the street, looking up at her. He must have seen her, for he waved, a scowl on his face.
Brenda came out of her room dressed for school. âWhatâs wrong?â she asked, alarmed.
âYour father is across the street, stalking us. Iâll take you to school before going to Macyâs, and Iâll pick you up at the end of the day. He could try to kidnap you. Iâll talk to Prescott. His office clerk will know where he is. He has to do something. We canât live like this.â
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Early in the afternoon, Pamela found Prescott in Gramercy Park, walking briskly up and down the paths. She caught his attention, and he unlocked the gate. She glanced at the key. He smiled and remarked, âA friend who lives here lends it to me. This is the only place in Lower Manhattan where I can find peace and quiet and good air. Please join me. You seem to have something on your mind.â
As they walked in the park, she described her encounter with Dennis Reilly in Union Square. âHeâs applied for custody of Brenda. If I refuse to step aside, heâll do whatever it
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