was acting wilder than usual. He did not deserve to be shot, but the people seem satisfied the police eradicated a public menace today.â
âPoor Jerry.â
âAnyway, I wanted to file my initial report.â Hank pulled a folded sheaf of paper from his waistcoat pocket and went about smoothing it out on the corner of Andrewâs desk. Then he picked it up but seemed reluctant to hand the papers over.
Having a hunch as to the cause of Hankâs hesitation, Andrew asked, âDo you think the police department will try to shut down the resort?â
âI hope not, but this would seem to be all the excuse Roosevelt needs.â Hank let out a heavy breath. âI have some theories but not a lot of evidence. I want to wait for the coronerâs report before saying what occurred for certain. I mean to further investigate the staff at the club in the meantime.â
âYou may be in for a month of Sundays if you wait for the coronerâs report before further investigation.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Andrew gestured at the pile of paper on his desk. âSince yesterday, there have been reports of a significant number of deaths across the city. More than usual. Iâm supposing most of these are due to the extreme heat we seem to be experiencing. There were over a hundred reported just yesterday. The coroner has his hands full.â
Hank breathed out an expletive and tapped his fingers on Andrewâs desk. âBe that as it may, I intend to get to the bottom of this case.â
âOf course.â Andrew glanced around and, seeing no one near enough to overhear, he said, âIf you need any help, please let me know.â
âThank you.â
âI will file your report in the meantime.â
âMuch obliged.â
âI canât promise much haste, Iâm afraid, since Mr. Roosevelt also has me processing personnel discharges. Did I tell you about OâDwyer?â
âThe fellow who was fired on Monday? Yes, you did.â
âBe careful, Hank. Especially with this case. Roosevelt is determined to ensure his police force is composed of only the most morally forthright men.â
âIâm always careful.â Hank shook his head. âIf Roosevelt carries out this plan, heâll have a police force of five men.â
âI know.â A rather unpleasant thought struck Andrew just then. âDo you think there is any danger toward . . . well, toward inverted men? Any evidence the killer targeted this man in particular because he . . . ?â
âI donât know yet.â The way Hank pressed his lips together indicated to Andrew heâd had the same thought. âIf there is a danger, I will do everything I can to put a stop to it.â
All Andrew could do was nod in agreement.
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Hank hopped off the Third Avenue elevated train at Fifty-Third Street and walked west toward Fifth Avenue. He felt some comfort in the fact that at least New Yorkâs wealthiest residents were suffering through the heat as much as its poorest. Well, perhaps not to the same degree; this far uptown, the citizens of New York could afford ice and had running water.
He walked up the steps of the Cooper mansion on Fifth Avenue, mere blocks from the palatial Vanderbilt estate, and knocked on the door. A butler in livery who looked displeased by Hankâs presence greeted him at the door.
âIs Mrs. Cooper available to callers?â Hank asked.
The butler, named Graves if Hankâs memory served, raised one neatly groomed eyebrow and folded his hands behind his back. âShe is to men who are not dressed as pugilists.â
Hank glanced at his bare arms. He grunted, but began to unroll his sleeves. He pulled cuff links from his pockets and buttoned up properly. When he finished, he held up his wrists for inspection. âBetter?â
âIt would be better if you had a coat, but it will do. Come. Mrs. Cooper is in the