She had ended with 'I can't wait to meet you.'
He must get home. Kate would be cross with him if she ever discovered he'd been out on his own in that cold wind. But he had to see the opening of the shop and in any case tonight he would be with them all. He must leave now and let them enjoy their celebrations. They could tell him 0 about the opening over dinner. He wouldn't tell them he'd been there, that would always be his secret.
He turned to go home and saw an old man standing a few yards away in a black coat, with a hat pulled way down on his head, and a scarf around his neck. He, too, was cold. Not a night for old men, thought William, as he walked towards him. And then he saw the silver band on his - wrist, just below his sleeve. In a flash it all came back to him, fitting into place for the first time. First the Plaza, then Boston, then. Germany, and now Fifth Avenue, The man turned and started to walk towards him. He must have been standing there for a long time because his face was red from the wind. He stared at William out of those unmistakable blue eyes.
They were now only a few yards apart. As they passed, William raised his hat to the old man. He returned the compliment, and they continued on their separate ways without a word.
I must get home, thought William, before they do. ne joy of seeing Richard and his two grandchildren would make everything worthwhile again.
He must come to know Florentyna, ask for her forgiveness, and trust that she would understand what he could scarcely under - stand himself now. Such a fine girl, they all told him.
When he reached East Sixty - eighth Street, he fumbled for his key and opened the front door. Must tam on all the lights, he told the maid, and build the fire up to make them feel welcome. He was very contented and very, very fired.
'Draw the curtains,' he said, 'and light the candles on the dining room table. There's so much to celebrate!
William couldn't wait for them all to return. He sat in the old crimson leather chair by a blazing fire and thought happily of the evening that lay ahead of him. Grandchildren around him, the years he had missed. When had his little grandson first said three? A chance to bury the past and earn forgiveness in the future. The room was so nice and warm. after that cold wind, but the journey had been well worthwhile.
A few minutes later there was an excited bustle downstairs and the maid came in to tell William that his son had arrived. He was in the hall with I - ,Lis mother, and his wife and two of the loveliest children the maid had ever seen. And then she ran off to be sure that dinner would be ready for Mr. Kane on time. He would want everything to be per.feet for them that night.
When Richard came into the room, Florentyna was by his side. She looked quite radiant.
'Father,' he said. 'I would like you to meet my wife.'
William Lowell Kane would have turned to greet them but he could not. He was dead.
42
Abel placed the envelope on the table by the side of his bed. He hadn't dressed yet. Nowadays he rarely rose before noon. He tried to remove his breakfast tray from his knees on to the floor. A bending movement that demanded too mucli dexterity for his stiff body to accomplish. He inevitably ended by dropping the tray with a bang. It was no different today. He no longer cared. He picked up the envelope once more, and read the covering note for second time.
'We were instructed by the late Mr. Curtis Fenton, sometime manager of the Continental Trust Bank, La SaUe Street, Chicago, to send you the enclosed letter, when certain circumstances have come about. Please acknowledge receipt of this letter by signing the enclosed copy, returning it to us in the stamped. addressed envelope supplied herewith!
'Goddamn lawyers,' said Abel, and tore open the letter Dear Mr. Rosnovski: This letter has been in the keeping of my lawyers until today for reasons which will become apparent to you as you read on.
9.52 When in 1951 you closed your accounts at the Continental Trust after over twenty years with the bank, I was naturally very unhappy and very concerned. My concern was engendered not by losing one of the bank's most valued customers, sad though that was, but because I know you felt that I had acted in a dishonourable fashion. What you were not aware of at the time was that I had specific instructions from your backer not to reveal certain facts to you.
When you first visited me at the bank in 1929, you requested financial help to clear the debt incurred by Mr, Davis Leroy, in order that you might take possession of the hotels which then formed the Richmond Group.
I was unable to find a backer, despite approaching several leading financiers myself. I took a personal interest, as I believed that you had an exceptional flair for your chosen career. It has given me a great deal of satisfaction to observe in old age that my confidence was not mis - placed. I might add at this point that I also felt some responsibility, having advised you to buy twenty - five per cent of the Richmond Group from my client, Miss Amy Leroy, when I did not know the financial predicament that was facing Mr. Leroy at that time. I digress.