“Yes. I thought if I made things unpleasant and difficult, I might persuade your committee to vote no.”
Jane and Shelley looked at each other, but said nothing.
“It was stupid and petty, but I have to save Allison,' Edna said.
“How could this save Allison?' Jane asked. 'Suppose you'd succeeded. This school thing wouldn't make or break the resort.'
“Oh, it could,' Edna said. 'You see, the convention business isn't going well.'
“Why not?' Shelley asked. 'It's a wonderful facility for conventions.'
“And it's hard as hell to get to,' Edna responded. 'Convention attendees have gotten spoiled over the years. They want open spaces, attractive settings, all of that, but they want to just get off a plane and be there. Or at least not be much more than a cab ride away from an airport. Nobody wants to land in Chicago, rent a car, drive for hours, and run a risk of getting lost. People will do that for a family vacation, but not for a convention. There's only one crummy bus a day to the nearest town, and purchasing and operating shuttles would be prohibitively expensive.''Aren't there enough vacationers to till the place?' Jane asked.
“Not since Benson built the Convention Center building. Vacationers don't want a dormitory atmosphere. They want privacy — the cabins in the woods.”
She had lowered her voice. People were starting to wander into the dining room. The staff had apparently seen off the last of the local people and were now bringing out the metal containers and candles that would keep the food hot.
“Frankly, I can't agree with your motives,' Jane said. 'But you're right to tell the sheriff.'
“I know. It'll be humiliating, but he needs to sort the wheat from the chaff now that he's got a murder to solve.'
“Who do you think killed Sam Claypool?' Jane asked impulsively.
“I have no idea,' Edna said. 'And to be honest, I don't care. I just wish it hadn't happened here.'
“I'm surprised you'd say that,' Shelley said. 'What's more discouraging than a murder?”
Edna sat up very straight and glared at her. 'I think that's a very tasteless remark.'
“I think murder is pretty tasteless,' Shelley replied blandly.
Edna rose majestically and left the table without another word.
“That's a pissed-off lady,' Jane said.
“Yes? Well, so is this,' she said, pointing at her chest. 'How dare she set herself up as the goddess of Benson and Allison's marriage! She hasn't any right to run their lives that way.'
“It's out of love for them,' Jane suggested halfheartedly.
“That's not the point. Lots of people have done extremely damaging things out of love. It's wrong of her to decide what's right for her son and his wife. They've obviously made a hard decision, and it's up to them to make it and live — or die — with it.”
Jane glanced up and noticed Sheriff Taylor entering the room. He was looking for them, but Edna caught him first. Holding on to his arm to keep him from escaping, she led him to the stairway. He made a quick
John Claypool and Bob Rycraft came into the dining room behind Taylor. They were obviously making polite discussion, and it was apparently agony for both of them under the circumstances. John looked haggard and tired and kept scratching his ankle. Bob was trying to strike a tactful balance between sympathy and his usual optimism — and failing badly.
The two men headed for the table where Jane and Shelley were sitting as if it were an oasis.
“We're so sorry about your brother,' Jane said. 'It's a terribly shocking thing.'
“And I owe you ladies an apology,' John Claypool said. He seemed to have aged a good ten years in one day. 'I — we — should have believed you. If we had, the local law enforcement people could have gotten a much better lead on solving this horrible crime.'
“It's perfectly understandable why nobody believed us,' Jane said. 'After all, it looked to everyone like Sam was alive and well.'
“Marge must be insane,' he muttered.
“Did you know Sam had a twin brother?' Shelley asked.
“God, no! Biggest surprise of my life. I guess our parents must have known, but they never said a word. Not a word. And Sam never mentioned it either. I can't figure why not. Jesus! How on earth am I going to break this to them?'
“Marge said Sam never mentioned his brother because he'd had a miserable life before your parents adopted him and he didn't want any connection with it, no reason to remember it,' Shelley said.
“She told you that?' John asked.
“No, she told the sheriff. Has Henry turned up yet?'
“Henry?' John asked.
“Sam's twin,' Jane explained. 'His name is Henry Something.'
“Oh, I didn't know. No. No sign of him that I know of.' John's face was red with anger. 'He's long gone by now. The bastard. Came in and killed Sam, wrecked our lives, got poor old Marge thinking she was an oversexed teenager, and then skedaddled the hell away when his crime came to light. Shit!' He caught himself. 'Sorry, ladies.'
