Clara said, “but he did this to her. You saw him last night.”Oh, she’d seen him last night, and she’d been nothing but eager to get away.Clara dabbed her nose with a hanky. “One of the hotel residents on the third floor complained at the desk last night that there was a racket going on up above. The man at the desk checked it out and said Philo answered the door and told him a table had broken. He said he’d pay for it in the morning. The rest of us were still at the Exhibition when this happened to her.”Mariah and Wes had come back to the hotel before the others, but Hildy’s room was halfway down the hall from theirs.“Patrick and Marc are looking for him. They told the marshal what we believe happened, but he wasn’t helpful.”“Has she spoken?” Mariah asked.Clara shook her head and sobbed. “She hasn’t been awake.”“At all?”“Not at all.” She raised the sodden handkerchief to her face and swabbed tears. “The doctors said she might have something wrong with her brain.”All the air sucked from Mariah’s lungs.
