Lewis Pease, when he arrived, proved to be a gaunt man, who wore all plain black clothing, and who was overjoyed to speak to Mary about his passion for helping the poor. It was clear that he was very proud of the work that he did, and was not going to neglect it, even for this unexpected visitor. He asked if Mary would be willing to wait in his office, while he made sure that the cloth he had carted in was taken care of, and that then he would be very happy to speak to her for as long as she liked. Mary was hardly in a position to object. Mrs. Pease showed her to the office, and left her with a cup of tea, and a book to read. The book was by a man named Mayhew, who Mary had never heard of before, but she found the book very interesting, even if it was about London, not New York. She had just reached a chapter on street markets when Pease entered the room.
“A splendid book, Ms. Wells, brought over by a friend from England when he last visited,” he said, seeing what it was that Mary was reading. “There is nothing so complete regarding our city yet, but I hope that one day there might be.”
“Is that a project you are considering to undertake, Mr. Pease?” Mary asked, setting the book aside.
“I have enough work with the mission, Ms. Wells,” said Mr. Pease, sitting behind his desk. “I will be forced to leave such a work to another, though of course I would offer that person as much assistance as I could.”
“It does seem as if a good deal of labor has been invested. Mrs. Pease showed me the many rooms you have here, but I saw little of the people. What sort of people come here in general?”
“The sort of people who inhabit this neighborhood, mostly Irish Catholics,” said Mr. Pease, shrugging his shoulders. Mary stifled a groan, it had been very much what she had feared when she had asked the question. Mr. Pease did not seem to notice her response however, because he continued. “I am a Methodist minister myself, but my missionary accepts all who need aid, no matter their faith.” Mary found some relief in this at least. She had began to like Mr. Pease, but then had feared that she was in the company of another one of those preachers who walked through the streets telling Catholics that they would go to Hell. The idea of a nondenominational mission appealed to her greatly. Just then Mrs. Pease came in however, so Mary had no chance to tell Mr. Pease how admirable she found his work.
“Arthur is downstairs, and would like to speak to you, Lewis,” said Mrs. Pease.
“Show him up,” said Mr. Pease, smiling at Mary. “I would like to introduce you, he is an old friend of mine. Sometimes he helps me with my work, and sometimes I help him with his.”
Mrs. Pease left, and soon steps on the stairs made it clear that she was returning with their guest. It was difficult to tell who was more surprised when the door opened and Mr. Krugs and Mary saw one another. Mary had half risen from her seat, to greet Mr. Pease’s friend politely, but quickly sat back down, while Mr. Krugs seemed to be having a good deal of trouble controlling his temper. He finally turned to Mr. Pease, not even greeting Mary.
“I had come with the intention of asking you to find this errant young lady, Mr Pease, but I see that she is not lost,” said Mr. Krugs, his voice frighteningly formal for someone who Mary normally thought of as crude and poorly spoken.
“She isn’t a runaway is she,” said Mr. Pease, looking at Mary with shock. She blushed deeply.
“I am not,” she protested.
“To be in this neighborhood without an escort, I had wondered,” spoke up Mrs. Pease.
“I am not running away from anything, Mr. Pease, Mrs. Pease. Mr. Krug, I do wish that you would not give them the wrong idea,” Mary added, glaring at the man. “I will admit that I allowed my curiosity and zeal for charity to overcome my judgement, that is all. Since I knew of no one to escort me, I came alone, to see for myself the conditions of the poor.”
“You have made your sister frantic, you realize, Ms. Wells. When she came to my office to retain me, she was almost hysterical.”
“You don’t mean to say that you have taken her money,” said Mary, now growing angry in her turn, but Mr. Krugs shook his head.
“I have taken nothing from her, but if you ever cause your sister as much distress as I have seen from her this day, I will not forgive you,” said the detective flatly, while Mr. And Mrs. Pease stood by, watching both of them awkwardly.