“Don’t underestimate his charm,” I said drily. “He’d perfected it over time.”
“How long had you known him?”
I drew in a deep breath. I was in too far now. “I knew him for a brief time when we were children. We were at the same orphanage for a year or so. Until he ran away.”
Both eyebrows raised this time. “Ran away? To where, I wonder?”
“In all truthfulness, I don’t know.” He’d run away at twelve, unable to abide by the nuns’ rules. Even during all the hours we’d spent together during the war, he’d not filled me in on exactly where he went or how he survived during the time before he joined the army. I had a distinct feeling that he’d been involved in criminal activity.
“Were there other women? Is he a charlatan? Did he want her money?” Martha asked. “Please, Mr. Baker, tell me the truth.”
“I believe all those things to be true.”
“Believe or know?”
“Know.”
“And the others?”
“All from wealthy families. He was ensuring his future upon his return.”
She was quiet for a moment. Her cheeks had flushed red and she repeatedly tapped her foot as if she wanted to bore a hole through the floor. Finally, she turned to look at me.
“This is what you’re going to do, Mr. Baker. Give it a few days before you tell her of Walter’s true intentions. I’m afraid it’ll drive her away. Kill the messenger, if you will.”
“Yes.”
“Spend time with her. Maybe use a little charm of your own to thaw her out, perhaps show her how much life there is to live.”
“Being charming’s not really my strength. I’ve nothing to offer, really.”
“But you’ve come anyway?”
“Ever hopeful.”
“You’re handsome. That will help.”
I almost laughed. “I am?”
“Yes. Have you not seen yourself in the mirror? Strong jawline. High cheekbones. Sapphire-colored eyes. Enough hair for three men. My husband will be jealous of that, I can assure you.”
“Walter looked like the god of the sun or the like,” I said. “All golden.”
“Yes, I can imagine the type.” She wiped drool from Quinn’s chin with a handkerchief before looking back at me. “One piece of advice. If you win over her family, that’s half the battle. They’re as tight a clan as they come.”
I nodded. “That much was clear from the letters.”
She made a noise somewhere between a yelp and yap. “You did read them. I knew it.”
“I’m ashamed to admit it, but yes. He’d stored them all in a box. I took them with me after he was killed.”
“Did you not have letters of your own?”
“No. There’s no one. Never has been.”
“There should be.”
It was my turn to study Martha. “What makes you think I’m any different from Walter?”