Margaret had recovered her composure. She rose to her feet and took Madam Agnes’s hand in hers. “I’ll never forget this. Not as long as I live. Someday, when my son is old enough, I’ll tell him about this day.”
Madam Agnes frowned. “You really think you should?”
Margaret smiled. “I really think I should.”
Madam Agnes saw Margaret to the door. “I’ll have a wagon deliver all the gifts to your boardinghouse, and—good luck to you.”
“Thank you. Oh, thank you.”
And she was gone.
Madam Agnes stood there a moment watching Margaret walk clumsily down the street. Then she turned inside and called loudly, “All right, ladies. Let’s go to work.”
One hour later, Madam Agnes’s was open for business as usual.
8
It was time to spring the trap. Over the previous six months, Jamie McGregor had quietly bought out Van der Merwe’s partners in his various enterprises so that Jamie now had control of them. But his obsession was to own Van der Merwe’s diamond fields in the Namib. He had paid for those fields a hundred times over with his blood and guts, and very nearly with his life. He had used the diamonds he and Banda had stolen there to build an empire from which to crush Salomon van der Merwe. The task had not yet been completed. Now, Jamie was ready to finish it.
Van der Merwe had gone deeper and deeper into debt. Everyone in town refused to lend him money, except the bank Jamie secretly owned. His standing instruction to his bank manager was, “Give Salomon van der Merwe everything he wants.”
The general store was almost never open now. Van der Merwe began drinking early in the morning, and in the afternoon he would go to Madam Agnes’s and sometimes spend the night there.
One morning Margaret stood at the butcher’s counter waiting for the spring chickens Mrs. Owens had ordered, when she glanced out the window and saw her father leaving the brothel. She could hardly recognize the unkempt old man shuffling along the street. I did this to him. Oh, God, forgive me, I did this!
Salomon van der Merwe had no idea what was happening to him. He knew that somehow, through no fault of his own, his life was being destroyed. God had chosen him—as He had once chosen Job—to test the mettle of his faith. Van der Merwe was certain he would triumph over his unseen enemies in the end. All he needed was a little time—time and more money. He had put up his general store as security, the shares he had in six small diamond fields, even his horse and wagon. Finally, there was nothing left but the diamond field in the Namib, and the day he put that up as collateral, Jamie pounced.
“Pull in all his notes,” Jamie ordered his bank manager. “Give him twenty-four hours to pay up in full, or foreclose.”
“Mr. McGregor, he can’t possibly come up with that kind of money. He—”
“Twenty-four hours.”
At exactly four o’clock the following afternoon, the assistant manager of the bank appeared at the general store with the marshal and a writ to confiscate all of Salomon van der Merwe’s worldly possessions. From his office building across the street, Jamie watched Van der Merwe being evicted from his store. The old man stood outside, blinking helplessly in the sun, not knowing what to do or where to turn. He had been stripped of everything. Jamie’s vengeance was complete. Why is it, Jamie wondered, that I feel no sense of triumph? He was empty inside. The man he destroyed had destroyed him first.
When Jamie walked into Madam Agnes’s that night, she said, “Have you heard the news, Jamie? Salomon van der Merwe blew his brains out an hour ago.”
The funeral was held at the dreary, windswept cemetery outside town. Besides the burying crew, there were only two people in attendance: Margaret and Jamie McGregor. Margaret wore a shapeless black dress to cover her protruding figure. She looked pale and unwell. Jamie stood tall and elegant, withdrawn and remote. The two stood at opposite sides of the grave watching the crude pine-box coffin lowered into the ground. The clods of dirt clattered against the coffin, and to Margaret they seemed to say, Whore!…Whore!…
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