“That’s awful!” Minnie’s expression didn’t shift, though her tone did. “Henry hasn’t mentioned anyone by that name before, though the pharmacy across the street is run by that strange man. I wonder if that’s where they both worked. He sells jewelry there, too.” She seemed genuinely concerned. “I swear there’s something not quite right about him… the way he watches each move a person makes like they’re ready to steal from him. Henry’s warned me to not draw his attention.”
I was momentarily taken aback. I hadn’t counted on there being two pharmacies in close proximity to each other. Now I was unsure if Miss Van Tassel and Miss Smythe and her daughter were linked to this one or the other. “Have you had many dealings with him?”
“Goodness, no.” She shook her head. “I told Henry about the last time I stopped in there and he said to stay away from that wretched man and his shop.” She shuddered. “My Henry never speaks poorly of anyone, so I took his warning seriously.”
Thomas had inspected almost every inch of the store and was now standing close enough to overhear our conversation.
“I do hope you find that missing woman and her daughter,” Minnie added. “If she worked for him, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d buried them in his basement. He seems the sort to have a collection of blasphemous things.”
That certainly sounded as if it could fit with our suspect. “Thank you, Minnie, you’ve been very helpful. We must be on our way, though. We’ve got to speak with the proprietor of that pharmacy, too.”
“Oh, he’s not in,” she said, nodding toward the giant window. “He drew the curtains and the CLOSED sign has been displayed for a week now. No one seems to know where he’s gotten to. I can’t say that I mind, though. The less I see of him, the better.”
Thomas and I exchanged looks. We were getting closer; I could sense it in the way gooseflesh rose along my arms. Either we’d missed him by a week, or he was still inside, lurking in the darkened building. I hid my shudder as I faced Minnie again.
“I’m sorry to trouble you with one more question,” I said, “but did anything unusual occur right before he disappeared?”
Minnie assumed her spot behind the counter and ran her fingers over the ornate cash register. “Nothing extraordinary. Except…” She bit her lip. “Except Henry did have a few words with him about frightening me. He told him to cease any foul ideas he might have, and that we were to be married soon. He told me all about it; it was terribly romantic.”
I thanked Minnie for her time and promised to stop by for tea the next afternoon. Once she’d written her address down, I followed Thomas outside. Snow decided to join us, falling in excited clumps. We stood under the striped awning of the pharmacy, inspecting the pharmacy across the street. No lights flickered behind the curtains, no gilded outlines to hint at someone being shut in tight. All was eerily still, like it was watching us back.
Thomas tapped his fingers at his side, frowning. “If he’s taking the missing women and holding them prisoner, then it’s not unreasonable to think he could have some sort of… dungeon… in the basement.”
“It would explain why he closed the pharmacy. He wouldn’t want anyone overhearing any cries for help,” I said. “Would he actually remain here, after being confronted by someone? If Henry noticed odd behavior and threatened him, he might have feared police involvement. Maybe he did slip into the night. He could be anywhere by now.”
Thomas appraised the building, then shifted his attention to the alleyway beside it. “Someone’s still there; look at the rubbish bins. They’re overflowing.”
“That doesn’t prove he’s the one who’s filled them, though.”
“True enough. But the number painted on them matches the number above the door.” Thomas lifted his chin. “The rubbish bin beside it is also full, and matches the building to the left. While it is possible someone else took advantage and put their rubbish in his bin, it’s not probable. A simple glimpse inside it might give us a better answer.”
Snowflakes quickly stuck to the cold cobblestones of the street. The sun was ready to set and it would only get colder and more dangerous to be out. Digging in someone’s rubbish hardly seemed like the sort of evening jaunt I’d care for with my beloved. I sighed. Wants and desires didn’t take precedence when