He started to turn away, but Frank stopped him with a word. “You know his wife pretty well, though, don’t you?”
Dudley stopped and half turned back. “I don’t believe I do,” he tried, forgetting that it had been her name that drew him in the first place.
“She’ll be mighty surprised to hear that,” Frank said. “What with her having that red-haired baby and all.”
“Look, Mister…” He gestured helplessly.
“Malloy,” Frank supplied.
“Malloy. I will admit that I know Mrs. Blackwell. We met years ago, when I was teaching school in her hometown.”
“You more than know her, Dudley. She told me all about those visits to Mr. Fong’s opium den.”
Dudley gasped, his face a sickly color in the gaslight. “She told you about that? I don’t believe it!”
“I know everything except exactly how you killed Blackwell,” Malloy tried.
“I didn’t kill him!” Dudley exclaimed. “Who told you I did? They’re a liar!”
“No one had to tell me. You were the one with the most reason to want him out of the way. His wife, too. Did you plan it at the opium den? Tell me, did she talk you into it, or was it your own idea?”
“I didn’st! I swear it!”
“Are you saying you didn’t want him dead?” Frank asked in disbelief.
“Of course I did! We both did. But we couldn’t kill him, no matter how much we might’ve wanted to. That’s a sin!”
“Adultery is a sin, too, last I heard,” Frank said.
Dudley was visibly trembling. “We couldn’t help ourselves. You don’t know what it was like. We’ve loved each other for years, long before she even met Blackwell. And he was a terrible man. He treated her very badly.”
“He beat her, do you mean?” Frank was enjoying this. He hadn’t even had to lay hands on Dudley, and the man couldn’t tell him enough.
“Well, no, not beat her,” Dudley admitted reluctantly, “but he ignored her. He never took her anywhere or even spoke to her most of the time.”
“Some women would appreciate that in a husband,” Frank said wisely. “But not Mrs. Blackwell, I guess. It’s sure easy to see how she could be unhappy, though. Blackwell just made her live in that big fancy house, with servants to wait on her hand and foot, and gave her anything she wanted. And the only time she got out was to visit her lover every afternoon at an opium den.”
“It wasn’t like that!” Dudley protested.
“What was it like, then? Is there something I don’t know?” Malloy was more than willing to listen, although he doubted Dudley had anything of substance to add to his current knowledge.
“He drove her to use the morphine again! He forced her to appear at those lectures of his so he could lure people into taking his treatments. All he thought about was money. He didn’t care that she was terrified of speaking in public. She begged him not to make her do it anymore, but he wouldn’t listen. The only way she could bear it was to use the morphine.”
“And how about you? Did you use the morphine with her? Was that why you met her at the opium den?”
“No! She wouldn’t let me. She’d gone through hell trying to stop using it the first time, and she didn’t want me to go through that, too. She made me swear I’d never touch that horrible stuff, and after seeing what it did to Letitia, I never wanted to.”
“You expect me to believe that?” Frank scoffed. “You spend half your life in a place where you have to buy the stuff as the price of being there at all, and you never even try it?”
“Letitia bought the morphine. No one there cared who used it,” Dudley explained frantically. He was sweating now, even though the evening was cool. “They never paid any attention to what we did at all!”
“I guess when you pay for a private room and close the door, you can do anything you want, no matter how depraved or immoral it is. Tell me, Dudley, does the morphine make a woman more willing? Is that why you helped her get it?”
“How dare you speak of Letitia that way!” he cried, outraged. “And I didn’t help her! She was already going to that place when I found her here. She couldn’t keep morphine at the house. Blackwell searched her rooms to make sure she wasn’t hiding it anywhere. She lived in constant terror of being found out.”
“And how tragic it would be for a woman’s husband to insist that she stop using morphine. Blackwell must have been a monster to want his wife free of that poison.”
“You can’t possibly understand! Letitia isn’t strong. She can’t bear things the way the rest of us can.”
“Is that why you picked her, Dudley? Because you thought she was weak?” Frank asked contemptuously.
“I didn’t pick her,” Dudley insisted. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I mean when you decided that you’d like to marry a woman with money so you wouldn’t have to work as a schoolmaster anymore. You saw pretty little Letitia Symington and figured if you seduced her, she’d have to marry you. Her father might not like it, but he’d come around once you were married and he didn’t have any other choice.”
“I love Letitia! I never thought… How could someone like you understand?” he asked, righteously indignant.
“You’re right, I can’t understand how a man could take advantage of a young woman’s innocence to trick her into betraying her family and running away in the middle of the night like a criminal.”
“She wanted to be with me! We were going to be married. That’s what she wanted. It was all her idea!”
“Of course she wanted it, after you’d ruined her for any other man. How could she want anything else?”
Dudley covered his face with his hands. If Frank hadn’t despised him so much, he might have felt sorry for him.
“What do you want from me?” Dudley asked brokenly, his voice muffled behind his fingers.
“I want you to tell me that you killed Edmund Blackwell so I can go back to investigating important crimes,” Frank said wearily.
“But I didn’st!” he cried, looking up again. “I’m not sorry that he’s dead, but I certainly would never have murdered him. I could never do such a thing!”
“Where were you the afternoon he died?” Frank asked.
He thought for a moment. “I was with Letitia. We were at Mr. Fong’s. He’ll vouch for us!”
“I already asked him. He never heard of you. He never heard of any of his clients. That’s how he stays in business.”
“But we were there! If he knows we want him to tell you that, he will. He must!”
“No, he doesn’t. In fact, he doesn’t know if you were there or not. And even if you came in, he wouldn’t know how long you stayed or when you left. You could have gone out, killed Blackwell, and then come back.”
“But I didn’st!”
“I probably wouldn’t have been so annoyed with you for killing Blackwell if you hadn’t killed Calvin, too. That was stupid.”
Something that might have been recognition flickered across his face, but Frank couldn’t be sure. “Calvin? Calvin who?” he asked in apparent confusion.
“Calvin Brown,” Frank said, watching Dudley’s face closely in the lamplight for any more signs of recognition. “Eddie Brown’s son.”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” he said, defensive now. “What does this Calvin have to do with Blackwell and Letitia?”
“A lot, but I don’t think I have to tell you anything about it, do I?”
“Not unless you want me to know what it’s all about. Who is Eddie Brown? Was he one of Blackwell’s patients?”
Frank resisted the urge to remind him they were called “clients.” He doubted Dudley would find it amusing. “Let’s just say that he and Blackwell were very close, but I think you knew all about him, Dudley. I think that’s why you tried to make it look like Calvin had killed Blackwell.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he insisted again. “I’ve already told you everything I know. I have to go now. I have… an appointment. I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help to you, Mr. Malloy.”