It wasn't difficult to find the house of Roger Lindsay as practically everyone here knew him; he was like the Caledon Hockley of Boston. Although they had come across quite a few nice boutiques, but Cal had forbidden the shopping – 'Not until we know what's really going on here.'

Clarissa had angrily grumbled, but realized that she had no other choice. Concerning money she was totally dependent on Cal. Fabrizio through the whole situation remained silent – thinking. Everything was so strange, the woman's voice on the telephone, Jack just disappearing without saying a word, Cal and Clarissa here with him in Boston – even Cal now didn't seem like the heartless monster anymore.

What kind of person this Roger Lindsay was like?

"I don't understand why I even had to accompany you, when I'm not allowed to do what I want," Clarissa sneered heatedly.

"Because so you can see for yourself that there's nothing between me and Rose anymore," Cal calmly answered taking a quick glance at her.

"Aha, so you admit it yourself that she's isn't dead after all."

"It was you, who said it."

For Cal the discussion was finished with this and he began to walk on faster, practically running with both Clarissa and Fabrizio having trouble following him.

People here had different opinions regarding Roger Lindsay. Some praised him as a patron of the arts and aid for the poor, while others found him boosting around, too self-assured and finally some thought that he was covering a dark secret.

Cal would've done with a smaller amount of useless information. He was only interested in proving to Clarissa how wrong she was about Rose's surviving, while at the same time verifying to himself that Ruth was well off.

Clarissa briefly stared at Fabrizio, wanting to know what he was thinking.

Why was he even there?

Clarissa had captured by now that Fabrizio wasn't one of Cal's old friends and much less one of his clients or partners. The two of them indeed couldn't be further apart. So whatever made them stay together in Cal's home? Surely Cal was entirely fascinated by women, so this particular reason fell through as well.

Him working for Cal? And what for?

Fabrizio half-heartedly managed to smile at her and chuckled with his shoulders. He could tell what she wanted to ask him and would've gladly answered her question, but there was neither the time nor the place for it now. He too wished he would be somewhere else and with someone else. Jack really abandoning him – at the moment it seemed like a totally foolish reflection.

Clarissa had finally caught up with Cal and Fabrizio hurried after them.

"Here it is," came Cal's demanding voice.

To say that Fabrizio and Clarissa were happy that they had reached the house couldn't be further from the truth. Both exchanged a glance.

Cal hammered on the door two more times, but no one answered. However, he was not the one to give up so easily.

"Maybe is isn't at home," Fabrizio suggested.

"Look at the house, even, if he isn't here himself, he has got servants, who're obliged to welcome visitors," Cal cleared it up for him, not without his decrying tone.

How couldn't I've known – Fabrizio mimicked annoyed.

"These idiots…not a very friendly…"

His voice was cut short by a woman opening the door.

It was Mrs Pearson.

Of course nobody of them knew of her relationship with Rose, but as soon as Cal mentioned his name, she quite well realized what was in store for her now. Luckily she had decided not to wear the diamond out in the open today or everything would've been lost already. She wanted to send Cal away the second she knew, who he was, Cal once inside wasn't about to go again.

"I don't think that I can help you, Mr Hockley. I fear you've come here in vain."

She watched as Cal began to look around the room.

His interest was aroused. Ruth had been residing here in this house, she had even sent him a letter from here and now she should've just disappeared?

"You see a friend of mine, Mrs Ruth Dewitt Bukater, has sent me a letter that she's staying here – that was weeks ago and since then I haven't heard anything of her anymore. You surely understand that I'm very anxious and had to see for myself that everything is alright."

Mrs Pearson gulped. Cal's presence was making her nervous.

"I can't tell you anything about this woman."

And who were the other two people at his side?

Cal hadn't bothering with introducing them so she could only assume that they were some of his servants.

"I thought you were her friend," Cal wondered.

Mrs Pearson's eyes showed her confusion.

"Mrs Lettice Mansfield I mean. You're not her?"

"No, I'm not."

Roger had mentioned Ruth a few times, but not much about her life. However, she knew quite well that Mr Hockley had never been a fan of her. Still the only good thing here was that Rose had gone to visit Jack.

"I would offer you some tea or coffee, but I'm sure that you've…"

She hadn't awaited Cal's reaction. Even for someone as evil-minded as Mrs Pearson there were some things she still needed to learn and that was to rate people correctly. Obviously with Cal had met someone, whose actions she's didn't see coming in advance.

"A coffee would be nice," he said making himself comfortable on the sofa, while Clarissa followed his move taking the opposite seat.

He was enjoying this immensely knowing this woman was hiding something from him.

"Or are we disturbing you?"

Caledon Hockley hadn't come the whole way here from Philadelphia just be told off now with a lie and a very bad one indeed. So this woman wasn't Ruth's friend.

Then who was she? She hadn't even introduced herself, however she wasn't acting like a maid or such. And this Roger Lindsay where was he? Wasn't he supposed to live here?

So many question and only disappointing answers…

"No, of course not," she hastily answered. "Would your friends want some too?"

Fabrizio looked at Cal and somehow understood what he was thinking.

"Very much," he answered his eyes resting on Cal.

…..

"I guess you're a friend of Ruth's then?"

Mrs Pearson wondered for a second, what she could and should tell him. How much did he already know? She didn't want to make a mistake by mentioning details new to him or his company.

"I'm a friend of Mr Lindsay."

Now this answer couldn't make him suspicious, could it?

Cal was starting to get bored and moreover annoyed. It was clear that this woman was hiding something, but he wasn't exactly a patient man.

"Can you tell me then when Mr Lindsay comes home?"

Fabrizio and Clarissa had been quiet, just listening to their conversation, both having no idea what was about to erupt soon enough.

While Mrs Pearson was wondering what kind of explanation she could offer to Cal, the police together with Mr Hastings arrived. She didn't have any chance to stop them.

Cal and Fabrizio both realizing her agitating state wanted to know from Mr Hastings why he was here.

"I think that some explanation would be nice," Cal said stepping forward. "Just storming into another one's house is not very gentlemanlike."

Mr Hastings was above acting like a gentleman or being polite. He needed to find a proof that his client was innocent and he didn't care at all was kind of people would be hurt by this. Ruth Dewitt Bukater should know that he was a good lawyer, worth his money.

"Of course I can. My name is Mr Hastings and I'm Mrs Dewitt Bukater's lawyer," he started.

Cal was even more confused now. Why on earth would Ruth need an attorney?

"Ruth?" he asked.

Fabrizio was standing beside him, his eyes glancing at the Mr Hastings and Cal in equal share.

"Yes. Haven't you heard anything?"

Both Cal and Fabrizio shook their heads.

"I'm Mr Hockley by the way. I was engaged to her daughter before her tragic death on the Titanic."

Now it was the lawyer's time to be stunned.

"Her death? What are you talking about? Mrs Dewitt Bukater wanted me to talk to her daughter just yesterday to convince her that she had nothing to do with Mr Dawson's illness."

"See, I told you that…," Clarissa started, but Cal stopped her outburst holding up his hand.

Fabrizio had heard this too of course. So this was the reason why Jack hadn't call. But why would Ruth need a lawyer, if Jack was sick?

"What kind of illness is this, Mr Hastings?" he wanted to know stepping forward.

He couldn't have been talking about anyone else but Jack.

Just then one of the police man returned whispering something into Mr Hastings ear. Mrs Pearson had decided meanwhile that it was better not to remain here any longer and had used the backyard to disappear.

"Mmmh…yes…I understand…," Mr Hastings said his eyes resting on Cal and Fabrizio. "I'm sorry gentlemen for disturbing you, but sadly I haven't found what I was looking for and now well you see the one person, who could clear this up had chosen that she doesn't want to cooperate with me."

"You mean the one, who open the door to us?" Fabrizio wondered.

"Yes, her name is Mrs Pearson. She's owns a…," he gazed at Clarissa pondering, if he could say this in front of a woman "…a brothel…," he whispered clearing his throat. "She's friends with the most important people here in town, senators and such. I'm almost certain that she and this Mr Lindsay had their hands in…ahem Mr Dawson's illness, as well as Mrs Lindsay's death."

True Cal remembered now Ruth mentioning that she was invited to a wedding. So this young woman was already dead? However, why would Ruth need a lawyer and what about the gutter rat?

Fabrizio's worry for Jack was readable on his face.

"Mr Hasting, don't you think that you earn us an explanation," Cal called up.

The attorney nodded motioning for everyone to sit down.

….

Fabrizio's face was white like a sheet, when he had listened to the whole story. So this was why Jack hadn't called. He looked at Cal, who kind of nervously played around with his watch. Clarissa though knowing now that she had been right about Rose wasn't in the mood to celebrate.

Cal still the most relational one here, was wondering what Mrs Pearson and Mr Lindsay could have in common.

"So Rose has survived," he stated.

Mr Hastings nodded.

And she was married to him.

"Mrs Dawson obviously believes that her mother was behind all this."

"That's totally laughable. Rose can't really think that her mother would try to murder anyone, what nonsense. I know that she and Rose's husband, surely they aren't the best friends, but she would never do that."

Cal stopped realising that Mr Hastings was only half-listening and watching at Fabrizio. Indeed he looked like a ghost. Fabrizio gazed at Cal, seemingly wanting to ask him something. Clarissa having no idea about what the real issues between them, still knew that it must've been something very important.

"Cal…," she began gently squeezing his arm. "What's going on here?"

Cal turned to look at her, his face blank and his eyes staring into space. For once Caledon Hockley was starting not to think about himself.

"I believe that you would want to spend time with your friend, right Fabrizio," Cal said seeing him nodding his head. "Well then, Fabrizio, you may go," he added.

"What…really…but aren't you concerned that I….?" he stammered.

"I'm not the kind of monster that you and your friend think I am. I trust that you won't run off."

Again he received a nod.

"No, of course not, thank you, Mr Hockley. You don't know how much this means to me."

"It's alright, please just don't hug me or something," Cal felt somehow embarrassed. He was never showing his inner feelings to anyone or doing something good to anyone that didn't bring him any benefits in return. Surprisingly now having done something for someone else without profit – it wasn't making him angry, no quite the contrary it was relaxing.

"And we're now going to visit Ruth," he announced towards Mr Hastings. "Let's see what we can do for her."