Bedeviled by Her Suspicions
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London, 1888... Leather Apron (Jack the Ripper) is mutilating women in Whitechapel. And Isabel Haynes achingly fears that her cousin, the enigmatic Thomas Haynes Cutbush, could be the serial killer. She hires the Zane Brothers Detective Agency to determine if her fears are founded. The roguish Noah Zane is determined to find the truth while protecting the captivating Isabel claiming his heart.
Patricia Catacalos
I hold a BA in Theatre from Seton Hill University and a MA in Theatre from the University of Denver. Years ago, when still single, I acted in and directed plays in the Philadelphia area but suffered the fate of many artists, struggling financially. So I entered a career in sales. But, my creative spirit needed to express itself and several years, ago, I started writing historical romances. I discovered that writing historical romances is my passion. I love weaving historical personalities into my plot, interacting with my fictional characters. Recently, I began writing historical mysteries/intrigue and again, love the aspect of interspersing historical fact and personalities into my story line.I am married to a loving and supportive man with a Greek heritage (which influenced a couple of my novels) and we live in southern New Jersey.
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Bedeviled by Her Suspicions - Patricia Catacalos
Chapter One
Tuesday, September 25th, 1888
The Mayfair Section of London
She lifted her eyes to the sign, swaying slightly in the afternoon breeze. It hung on two chains attached to a long wrought-iron signpost, secured to a non-descript brick building and hanging above double wooden doors. The sign was painted a forest green color trimmed with gold and embossed with gold lettering reading…The Zane Brothers Detective Agency.
She sighed deeply.
She was so nervous that her palms sweat within her soft kid gloves and she could barely breathe with the constriction in her chest. And worst of all, plaguing doubts and a sense of betrayal pricked her conscience.
She turned to retrace her earlier steps and retreat, abandoning all thoughts of hiring the agency. But she could not take a step. She was frozen in place. A small voice, in the far recess of her mind, whispered courage and a reminder that perpetual doubts would gnaw at her soul. She needed to know the truth.
She turned back toward the double doors and slowly placed a gloved hand on the brass knob, fulling intending to open the door. But again, she froze, crippling doubts seizing her mind.
Would the detectives think her to be a fool and her suspicions but falsely founded?
She audibly sighed, again.
What did it matter what these detectives thought of her? She needed to know if her suspicions were founded or not. And she prayed that she was mistaken in her supposition.
She turned the knob and opened one of the double doors, causing a tiny brass bell above the door to chime, announcing her arrival. She closed the door behind her and crossed several steps to the center of what appeared to be a reception area.
She wrung her gloved hands together as she waited for someone to appear and acknowledge her presence.
She did not wait long. Within seconds a tall, handsome man appeared, standing framed in the doorway separating the waiting room from a rear office.
Her large brown eyes, fringed with long dark eyelashes, widened as she queried softly in a raspy voice, Are you Mr. Zane?
The gentleman smiled charmingly. "I am Mr. Evan Zane. Which Zane brother are you seeking?"
Oh, I seek as many brothers as own this business. As I wish to hire the Zane Brothers Detective Agency.
Then please come into our office.
Evan stepped backward to allow the lady entry into the small but functional office where his brother, Noah, stood behind the centralized desk.
She nodded before crossing over the threshold into the room where she instantly spied another extremely attractive man waiting in anticipation of her entrance. She slowed her step, suddenly struck by the commanding presence of the second brother.
She resisted the urge to run and tried to hide her reticence. His piercing blue eyes, watching her every move as she gracefully entered the room, stripped her of her composure, causing her to feel vulnerable and exposed.
He harrumphed. I am Noah Zane. Please be seated.
He mimed for her to take one of the wooden chairs positioned directly in front of the desk.
She smiled warmly before sitting gracefully. She noticed that the brother who called himself Noah suddenly appeared somewhat uneasy in her presence. She lowered her head, allowing the wide brim of her stylish green bonnet to hide her pleased expression. She liked Noah’s boyish appeal.
She thought that both brothers looked almost identical, each with piercing blue eyes. They were tall men, six feet in height, with long jet-black hair tucked behind their ears, accentuating their square jaws. They both appeared in their early thirties and she surmised that Noah was the elder of the two.
How might we help you?
Evan quickly asked, amused by his brother’s sudden awkwardness. Evan surmised that the woman’s loveliness took his elder brother by surprise.
She lifted her head to reply in a husky voice. I am Isabel Haynes and I…I…
She lowered her eyes to her gloved hands clasped together in a prayer-like pose. …wish to hire you to…to…
Yes, you wish to hire us for what purpose?
Noah softly and sensitively asked as he lowered his lean frame onto the chair, he had earlier vacated.
She lifted her eyes to Noah’s encouraging expression. "I wish to hire you to prove that…that…my cousin…is not who I think he might be."
Noah glanced at Evan with a slightly perplexed look on his face. I do not comprehend, Miss Haynes.
Evan moved slightly closer to the seated woman. Do you suspect your cousin to be… a thief…or…
No, no, not a thief,
she interrupted quickly before sighing.
Then…you suspect…?
Noah prompted.
"I suspect my cousin to be…the Whitechapel Murderer...Leather Apron."
She had spoken so softly that she thought perhaps the brothers had not heard her declaration. They both looked nonplussed.
Beg pardon, Miss Haynes, but did you say that you suspect your cousin of being the Whitechapel Murderer?
Evan asked as he crossed to the chair positioned beside Isabel and sat, resting his forearms on his toned thighs and leaning forward in an attentive pose.
Yes, Mr. Zane, my cousin is Thomas Haynes Cutbush and I…I…suspect him of being…Leather Apron. But mind you, I have no concrete evidence that he is. And that is why I wish to hire you. I want…I need to have my beleaguering suspicions put to rest and have you prove that my cousin is not who I fear he is.
But why do you think he is the man stalking women and killing them in Whitechapel? Was he questioned by the police?
Noah asked as he leaned his elbows onto the desk blotter and placed his smoothly shaven chin onto his cupped hands.
Yes, Thomas was questioned. But from what I understand, the Metropolitan Police and Scotland Yard have interviewed hundreds of potential suspects, possibly thousands. And they did not detain my cousin.
Then why do you suspect that he is the Whitechapel Murderer?
She angled her body toward Evan, facing him fully as she bluntly responded, I suspect him for a myriad of reasons, but I pray with every fiber of my being that I am mistaken.
Perhaps you should explain, Miss Haynes,
Evan encouraged.
Yes, yes, of course.
She sat perfectly erect before beginning her tale. My mother is Clara Haynes and when my father died, she and I moved in with my father’s sister, Aunt Kate, who is my cousin Thomas’ mother…Kate Cutbush. Thomas and I were raised together, more like siblings than cousins and I love him like a brother.
She touched her chest, near her heart, as she added, That is why I feel so guilty to be suspecting him of these horrid crimes sensationalized in the newspapers and so ashamed to be here requesting your help.
We sense your trepidation and understand your emotional turmoil. But please continue with your explanation, Miss Haynes,
Noah softly encouraged.
Oh, yes, I digress. My cousin was a brooding and temperamental child. He felt abandoned by his father who left the country and shortly thereafter died…in Australia, I believe. But I understood his sense of abandonment as my father also died when I was young and so I was patient with my cousin’s occasional outbursts and violent temper.
How violent was his temper?
Evan queried.
My mother claimed that Thomas was a spoilt child, often breaking various items and once throwing an object at a chandelier, causing it to crash to the floor, shattering it. I personally do not remember those instances, but my mother does not lie. I remember his rudeness toward me and his verbal outbursts, often chastising me for one thing or another while hurtfully pinching my cheeks.
And how old is your cousin now?
A tinge of anger laced Noah’s query.
Isabel angled her face to a questioning Noah and replied, He is two years older than I am. I am twenty and he is two and twenty years of age.
So, if you were four years old, for instance, when he was six, you might not have remembered his display of destructive temper, resulting in broken objects,
Evan perceptively added.
No, perhaps I would not or mayhap out of love for him I have mentally blocked out those memories. But in any case, his temper seemed to improve as he grew older until…of late, when again he has become overly brooding and violent.
Does your cousin still live with you, your mother and your aunt?
Noah probed.
Yes, we all live at 14 Albert Street, Kennington.
Noah nodded. Kennington is south London and within walking distance to Whitechapel.
Yes, and my shop is in Mile End Old Town, just on the edge of Whitechapel.
Your shop…?
Isabel turned to face Evan who had spoken. She responded proudly, Yes, I am a milliner and I opened a hat shop about six months ago. It is not in the most ideal location, but I could only afford rent in Mile End Old Town.
She shrugged. Fortunately, numerous ladies, who purchased my designed hats when I was employed here in Mayfair, now patronize my newly opened shop.
Did you design the bonnet you are currently wearing? It is most flattering,
Noah complimented with sincerity.
She touched the iridescent ribbon tied beneath her chin in a wide bow. Yes. I design hats to match the woman’s personality. My own personality is very simple and straightforward. Thus, you see a simply rendered hat, devoid of excessive trim.
She smiled luminously. I am a very perceptive woman with great powers of observation. For example, you brothers look very much alike and yet I glean differences.
Do tell…
Noah urged with a wolfish grin.
You, Mr. Noah Zane, have an impish quality about you and when you smile, your eyes twinkle and a deep dimple appears on your upper right cheek.
She cocked her head as she observed Noah’s smile create the very dimple upon which she had just commented. And, you, Mr. Evan Zane, are a more serious personality with a very caring heart. But with a little coaxing I believe you can be as mischievous and naughty as your brother.
Both brothers laughed heartily.
I think that you have characterized us perfectly. And please call us by our Christian names.
Evan leaned slightly closer to Isabel as he laughingly confessed, Many refer to us as the ‘insane’ brothers, not for our spirited ways but for our choice of profession.
Isabel frowned. But why should anyone criticize you for your chosen profession?
I am the second son and Evan is the third son of an Earl and the members of the peerage believe that we should just live off our inheritance and live a wastrel lifestyle. Evan and I prefer purpose in our lives and help others when we can. But we digress. Please continue telling us why you suspect your cousin, Thomas, of being a brutal killer.
Yes, of course.
She paused dramatically before matter-of-factly stating, It is because of the blood.
Chapter Two
He was feeling feverish.
The room seemed to be spinning and the multiple colors of the simple décor blurred together in his bleary vision.
He wiped his sweaty brow with a linen handkerchief he had retrieved from the inside pocket of his black vest.
He hadn’t killed in weeks and the want…the need…to smell the metallic scent of blood was overwhelming, causing an excruciating headache.
He turned his head toward the solitary window. The sun would soon be setting, and he would once again be on the prowl for a victim. But the sensationalized accounts of the murders in Whitechapel, depicted in numerous newspapers, had been hindering his progress.
He smiled a sinister grin as he touched the tip of his handlebar mustache. He rather enjoyed his work being dramatically detailed in all its gory details.
But his smile quickly faded as dire thoughts crossed his mind. His fame, however anonymously acquired, was posing problems. He frowned. Fear was now gripping the cowardly hearts of the laced muttons and they did not venture out at night without another prostitute as a companion. Potential customers now had the option of two cock alleys for the price of one, a bargain for any male wishing to contract syphilis.
He shook his head. But tonight, he would troll the streets until he found one brave but foolish soul who put her greed ahead of her safety.
Tonight…
*****
Before I explain about the blood, let me go back to the beginning. As I explained, I live with my mother, my aunt and my cousin in a small house on Albert Street. My bedchamber…
She paused, lowering her eyes to her gloved hands, appearing bashful at the mention of such an intimate room.
Noah noticed a slight blush appear on her cheeks and he thought the color most becoming. And he was lulled by the huskiness of her voice, so sensual in vocal quality.
…my room is on the second floor, directly across the hall from my cousin’s bedchamber.
She lifted her eyes and peered directly into Noah’s attentive expression.
Noah thought her bright brown eyes, slightly tilted at the outer corners, to be one of her best features and perfectly proportioned to her angular face and squared jaw. He thought her to be one of the most beautiful women he had ever encountered. And he had known, casually and in the biblical sense, many a becoming woman.
The house is very old, and the walls are thin. And I am a light sleeper. Late at night, usually around midnight, for several weeks now I have awoken to the sound of my cousin opening and closing the creaking door to his bedchamber. And then I heard his footsteps as he crept down the hallway, descended the stairs and exited through the front door. Later, just before sunrise, I would hear him return.
Did you ask him about his nightly activities?
Yes, Evan, I did. And he told me that he had difficulty sleeping and simply walked the streets, with no set destination in mind, in the hopes of inviting fatigue.
But you do not believe him, Miss Haynes,
Noah bluntly stated.
"I am Isabel…I should like you to call me by my given name." She smiled engagingly, and Noah felt a thrill dance down his spine and a stirring in his groin.
Noah mirrored her smile with an appealing one of his own. "Let me rephrase my statement into a question, Isabel. Why do you not believe that your cousin is an insomniac and wanders the streets as a way of inducing sleep?"
Isabel sat in a thoughtful pose, obviously trying to express herself with a credible statement. His explanation is plausible and now that he is not working, he sleeps in the daytime which most likely throws off his sleeping patterns. But upon his return, prior to sunrise, he leaves his boots in the downstairs foyer and they are generally caked in mud and stained with a dark substance I cannot discern. If he were just wandering the streets, why would he return with muddy, stained boots?
Evan shrugged. There are many unpaved streets and alleyways upon which he could be traversing.
Yes, that is true but when asked about his nightly jaunts, I am certain that he lied to me. He became very agitated and ended his explanation by shouting that I mind my own business.
She shook her head. He is hiding something. Of this, I am certain.
You mentioned that he is unemployed. Where did he previously work?
Noah pointedly asked, intuitively sensing that Isabel was suddenly unnerved by Evan’s perceptive supposition, negating her voiced suspicions.
My cousin has held various positions. He was once a clerk and then, he worked for a while in the tea trade. His most recent position was that of a canvasser for a directory. He has not been employed for several months now. So, he occasionally runs errands for me, delivering hats to various customers, and if I am working late into the night, he escorts me home from my shop.
That is very gracious of him.
Yes, yes, it is. But in return for his escort duties, he asked for a key to my hat shop in the oft chance that he might sleep there on occasion.
Evan grimaced. And what sort of occasion would necessitate your cousin sleeping at your shop?
Thomas claims that on occasion he drinks a mite too much, in the various pubs he frequents, and would prefer not to walk home in a drunken state.
She shrugged. Again, he offers a plausible explanation, Evan. But as you well know, Mile End Old Town is on the edge of Whitechapel and my shop is on Providence Street. It is in proximity to where the recent murders took place.
Noah furtively glanced at Evan who quickly returned the glance.
Besides occasionally running errands for you and escorting you home at night, how else does your cousin occupy his time?
Isabel closed her eyes as if mustering the courage to utter her next statement. She opened her eyes and looked directly into Noah’s penetrating gaze. As I mentioned, he sleeps in the day and…and…he spends hours perusing medical books.
Medical books…? Is he now a medical student?
No, Evan, he is not. Initially I thought perhaps he read medical books in the hope of finding a cure to his perceived maladies. My cousin is a bit of a hypochondriac who imagines that he suffers from all sorts of ailments.
That is a logical assumption.
Yes, it was. Until I saw…saw…
Isabel stammered, averting her eyes.
Saw what, Isabel?
Noah sensitively asked in a soft, probing voice.
I…I…saw the grotesque…drawing…
Chapter Three
Kennington, South London
Where is it? What have you done with it?
A startled Kate Cutbush jumped in her seat, in response to her son’s irate and loudly uttered question. With a tremulous plump hand, she quickly replaced her china tea cup onto its coordinating saucer resting on the dining room table. Must you yell so loudly, Thomas? The neighbors will hear your shouts.
It is missing, and I wish to know what you have done with it?
Thomas passed through the open double pocket doors, separating dining room from center hallway, and crossed to the head of the long table, where his mother nervously sat, and physically loomed over her as he continued to shout. Where is it?
What is missing?
Kate asked in a quivering voice. Her son’s close physical proximity unnerved her, and she leaned back in