Longarm and the Shoshoni silver

Vail grinned sort of dirty and decided, "I'll bet her end was loose by the time you were done with it. You never said in your report what that Dame Flora looked like, but. . ."

"Hold on. That high-toned Scotch lady and her maid left for the East aboard the same train as Rumford and those other dudes. So you ought to be ashamed of yourself, Billy Vail."

Vail said he'd meant no serious disrespect to a lady who knew Queen Victoria personally, but persisted. "Nobody left for nowhere before you and that Bishop Reynolds had tied up all the loose ends and solved the case entirely. So what, or who have you been dallying with since you parted company with those Scotch gals almost a full week ago, you rascal?"

Longarm didn't answer. That wistfully sweet young widow woman who'd managed that hotel in Ogden hadn't had a thing to do with any federal case, and he'd assured her the night Dame Flora and her maid had checked out that he'd never kiss and tell.