Twin of Fire (Montgomery/Taggert 7)

He jumped down. “Get down and let’s see what LeGault planted on you.”

As Blair moved, Lee opened the compartment in the back of the buggy and withdrew a small wooden chest and opened it, withdrawing large pieces of floridly engraved paper. He held them up to one of the two carriage lanterns. “Not only were you stealing, but these belong to Taggert and the Chandler National Bank. You could have bankrupted half the town.”

Blair took a moment to realize what he was saying, and when it hit her, she sat down on the running board of the carriage. “Oh, Lee, I had no idea. I just thought—.”

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. “We don’t have time for remorse now. We have to see what LeGault did inside there. Get your bag.” He unhooked a lantern from the carriage and began to run, Blair on his heels, her heavy medical bag in her hand.

There was only one entrance into the dark freight office, and as they entered, they saw the big, empty safe standing open, a body before it. Since neither the electric lines nor the telephone lines extended this far out of town, they had to keep the lantern lit.

Lee reached the man first. “It’s Ted Hinkel. He’s alive, but he’s been hit on the head pretty hard.”

Blair reached into her bag and withdrew the smelling salts. “If you weren’t working with LeGault, where were you?”

Lee gave a big sigh as he took the salts. “I thought I could save you from yourself, but I guess I can’t. I didn’t tell you what I was doing, because I feared that you’d do some fool thing like this. The truth is, for some time now I’ve been sneaking unionists into the coal camps.”

“Unionists?” she said blankly. “But LeGault—.”

“How could you believe I’d have anything to do with a criminal like him? You yourself said that he hated me. I guess he found out about the unionists, figured I’d never tell you what I was doing and used what he knew to make you work for him. If you got the securities out of town, great; if you didn’t, even better; he’d have repaid me for sending him to prison.”

“But the money…,” Blair began as she moved the lantern closer to Ted’s head. She was unable to comprehend what Lee was saying.

Lee was frowning at the inert young man as he tried to revive him. “How did somebody like me fall for somebody like you? I was raised to believe that how much money a man made was his business and his alone. My mother was from a very rich family, and I’m certainly not one of the richest men in America like Taggert, but I have more than enough. I even told you that.”

“Yes, but the clinic cost so much.”

Lee gritted his teeth and moved Ted upright. “If we ever get out of this, I’ll show you my assets. I could afford twenty clinics.”

“Oh,” Blair said, and handed him carbolic and a cloth to clean the wound on Ted’s head. “So I’ve just stolen…How much have I stolen?”

“One million dollars.”

The bottle of carbolic dropped from her hand, but Lee caught it. “How did you know, and why was the sheriff there, and what was the talk of six hours about?”

“Houston sensed you were in danger and Mary Catherine found out where you’d last been seen. LeGault turned you in to the sheriff, and the sheriff’s given me six hours to get the securities back before anyone knows they were stolen. Come on, Ted, wake up!”

Blair put her face in her hands. “Oh, Lee, I’ve made a mess of everything.”

He barely glanced at her, as his concern was with the young man now. “That you have, sweetheart.”

“Do you think I’ll go to jail?”

“Not if we can get the securities back.”

“And how do you plan to do that? Say, ‘By the way, Ted, I found this outside’?”

“No, I…” His eyes lit. “He’s coming to. Give me your underdrawers.”

“Lee! Now’s not the time—.”

“I have some rope, and I’ll use your drawers as a sling and lower the chest down the chimney. You have to convince Ted he saved it and the crooks never even got away with it.”

Without another word, Blair stood, dropped her drawers, handed them to Lee, then sat and took Ted’s head in her lap as Lee went outside.

“Ted! What happened?” she said, holding the salts under his nose.

“The station was robbed,” he said, sitting up, his hand to his head. “I have to call Mr.—.”

“You have to sit down,” she said, helping him to stand, then almost pushing him into a chair. “I have to look at that cut.”