When we arrived at the Madu’s residence, I was unsure what to expect. I wondered if it would be wiser to wait for our lawyer before going in but Ike felt we could go in and find out what she wanted first, while we waited for Edison to arrive. As we got in, we met Mrs. Madu crying softly and then she wordlessly handed us a letter even before we sat down. She said it had just been delivered to her.
It took me a few minutes before I realized what the letter contained even though Ike and I read it together. It was addressed to his wife. Ike’s face lighted up as he read and I was still puzzled, trying to understand what it said. I was horrified. Madu had taken his own life! Then I had to read it three times to understand why. Apparently he had run away with some young girl to the Bahamas who had then stolen most of his money and deserted him. He was a man at the end of his rope. And he had done what seemed to him to be the only way out. His letter was filled with regret. He apologized for abandoning his wife and children and for the pain he caused her by asking for the divorce. He apologized to Ike as well for framing him and running away with the company’s money. It was a full confession albeit from the grave. And he signed it with his own name.
I couldn’t believe it. There in my hands was my husband’s exoneration. It took a few moments for it to register. It was like I had woken up from a bad dream. I put my arm around Mrs. Madu who was still sobbing profusely. Whatever Daniel Madu had done it was apparent that he was still loved by his wife. Ike called his lawyer and gave him the details and was gesticulating. His voice was low in deference to Mrs. Madu’s distress. Although I couldn’t hear the conversation, I knew we had come to the end of this particular battle.