river.â
âI would love to ride a riverboat,â Bride said.
âCan we?â Bridget asked Clint.
âIâm afraid not,â Clint said. âBut once your sister marries Ed, Iâm sure heâd be happy to take you ladies on the riverboat.â
âMr. OâNeil is a hard worker,â Bridget observed.
âYes, he is,â Clint said.
As they walked past the front desk, Clint noticed the clerk looking at him with a worried expression. When the clerk noticed Clint looking, he averted his eyes.
âWhy donât you girls go on up to your room,â Clint said. âIâll be along later to answer any questions and say good night.â
âVery well,â Bridget said. âCome along, Bride.â
He watched as they walked up the stairs, then turned and went over to the front desk.
âMr. Adams,â the clerk said nervously. âW-What can I do for you, sir?â
âYou can tell me why youâre so nervous,â Clint said.
âNervous? Iâm not nervous.â
âCome on, son,â Clint said. âDonât make me drag it out of you.â
The young man looked crestfallen, his shoulders slumping.
âA man was here looking for you.â
âFor me?â
âWell,â the clerk said, âhe didnât ask for you by name, but later I realized what he was doing.â
âAnd what was he doing?â
âHe flummoxed me.â
âFlummoxed?â
âMade a fool of me,â the man said. âGot me to tell him your name.â
âWait a minute,â Clint said. âTry explaining this to me slower.â
âYes, sir.â
After a few minutes Clint understood what had happened.
âDonât feel bad,â Clint said. âThere are other ways he could have found out who I am.â
âThank you, Mr. Adams,â the clerk said, âbut I guess that donât make me feel better about beinâ fooled.â
âI understand,â Clint said.
âWhat should I say if the man comes back?â
âI donât think heâll be coming back. Heâll know you told me about him.â
âBut . . . he told me not to.â
âBut you did anyway,â Clint said. âHeâll know that. And thanks.â
Clint left the desk and walked up to the second floor. He considered stopping at the girlsâ room, but instead went directly to his.
Heâd had the feeling once or twice that they were being watched, but his attention had mostly been on seeing that the Shaughnessy sisters got what they wanted, and needed. Now he realized they might have been followed, all the way from New Yorkâeven from the docks.
He went to the window and looked down at the front of the hotel. There were people walking by in all directions, but he didnât see anyone who might have simply been watching the hotel.
He went to his bag, took out the curled-up gun and holster, uncurled it, and strapped it on.
TWELVE
Clint went back down to the front of the hotel to take a better look.
âCan I help you with something, sir?â the doorman asked.
âHuh? Oh, no,â Clint said. âI just thought I saw someone I know, from my window. Have you seen anyone watching the hotel?â
âWatching?â
âYes,â Clint said, ânot coming in, or going out, just standing and . . . watching.â
âNo, sir,â the doorman said. âNobody like that.â
âOkay,â Clint said, âthank you.â
He went back inside, up to the second floor, and knocked on the door of the Shaughnessy sisters. It was answered by Bridget.
âAre you both all right?â he asked.
She looked at him, at the gun on his hip, then said, âYes, we are fine.â
âDo you need anything?â
âNo,â she said, ânothing . . . not yet.â
âWell, Iâll be in my room for the rest of the