The House of Seven Mabels

'I'll explain later. In fact, that's why I'm calling you. It'll be in the evening papers and I want to meet with everyone involved in the renovation at the house to give them the information before they read about it. Eleven o'clock this morning at the house. Can you and Shelley be there?'

'Of course we will.'

'Janey, are you all right?'

'A lot better knowing Evaline's not free to come after me again.'

'I'm sending an officer over in a few minutes to interview you and Shelley about last night. Are you up to it? I don't think I should be the one to do it.'

She and Shelley made their statements. The officer, a young man who looked too young to have even finished high school, much less college and

police training, recorded what they said and told them he'd have it typed up and they'd get to read and correct anything before they signed it in a day or maybe two.

When they arrived at the House of Seven Mabels, another problem had cropped up. A truck was parked in the driveway with big fancy windows lashed firmly to it. Jane and Shelley were allowed into the house by a uniformed police officer and told Detective VanDyne was waiting for them upstairs.

They could hear Bitsy long before they got halfway up the stairs. She was yelling at someone. 'I didn't authorize this. I'm the owner and I don't know what you're doing here.'

They walked into the room as one of two men they'd never seen before handed her an invoice. 'Your contractor, Sandra Anderson, signed this. She said the windows had dry rot and placed a special order.'

Bitsy snatched the paper away from them and crumpled it. 'My damned contractor is dead! And there's nothing wrong with the windows that I know about. This is just too much.'

Mel was standing in a corner of the room by the door. Jane and Shelley went to stand beside him.

Bitsy raved on as Carl Stringfield came into the room.

Mel said, 'Mrs. Burnside, I'm afraid you're going to have to sort this out later with these gen-

tlemen. Everybody's here and I have to tell all of you some things.'

Carl looked around and said, 'Evaline isn't here yet.'

'That what we're talking about,' Mel said. 'Let's go to the dining room where there are chairs,' he said, leading the way downstairs.

When they were all seated, he said, 'Evaline Herman was arrested last night for the murder of Sandra Anderson. She's currently hospitalized for burns to her legs.'

There was a collective gasp from everyone but Jane, Shelley, Mel, and the officer standing at the doorway.

'Several officers and I staked out this house last night,' Mel went on, 'and caught a young man prying the plywood off one of the windows. He was equipped with materials to burn the house down.'

'No!' Bitsy screamed, starting to leap from her chair.

Mel, sitting next to her, took her arm. 'Mrs. Burnside, sit down, please. He claimed he'd been hired to do it by your ex-husband, who's currently under arrest and being questioned. We have accountants going through all his bank records.'

Bitsy subsided, smiling radiantly.

'As for Evaline Berman, she attempted to attack Mrs. Jeffry in her apartment at the same time the young man was being taken away.'

'Attacked her?' Carl asked, shaking his head with disbelief.

'With a pot full of boiling gravy/' Mel said.

A silence fell. Mel let it stretch out for a moment, then explained, 'She'd invited Jane Jeffry and Shelley Nowack to dinner to brag about her patent. Jane went to the kitchen to wash something sticky off her hand and found Sandra Anderson's notebook in a drawer. Evaline came in and saw Jane holding it, and tried to throw boiling gravy at Jane, but accidentally dumped it on herself.

'Evaline later claimed that Sandra was trying to steal the secret ingredient in her patent. Sandra's notebook might bear that out. It contained a note about a food ingredient, and the name, address, and telephone number of her patent attorney. He's been questioned and claims she did contact him.

'I'm afraid that's all I'm at liberty to say at this time.'

As he was finishing, there was a knock at the door of the dining room. The officer standing behind Mel opened it to the men with the truck full of windows.

'May we speak to Mrs. Burnside now?'

'No,' Bitsy said. 'Shelley, I have your contract ready.'

'Keep it,' Shelley said. 'Jane and I have decided we don't want the job.'

Bitsy's smile faded. 'My best friends have turned into traitors?'

'We're hardly your best friends, Bitsy,' Shelley said.

Bitsy looked around the table at the others. 'Are the rest of you bailing out on me, too?'

Carl just looked down at his hands.

Henrietta went first. 'Jacqueline and I are.'

Wesley said, 'It's up to Mrs. Stanley to decide for herself, but I won't be back.'

'Me neither.' Thomasina spoke up.

'I can't afford to be involved in something like this,' Joe Budley said, standing up to leave.

Mel motioned at Budley to stay.

Hank was getting teary. She looked daggers at Bitsy and said, 'You're responsible for Sandy's death as much as what's-her-name with the gravy. I wouldn't work for you if you gave me a million dollars!'

Bitsy said in a dead, calm voice, 'That's it.'

She rummaged through her purse and pulled out a cell phone. Punching a few numbers, she said, 'Jennifer? Is that you? Listen. Book me a flight to Bermuda for the day after tomorrow. First class. Hurricane? I don't care if there's a hurricane! Okay, okay, Carmel then. Best hotel. The biggest suite they have. And have champagne waiting.'

She hung up and punched in another number. 'Put me through to Brian. Right now.' While she waited, she ran her hand through her hair, which stood up like a bad wig.

'Brian, Bitsy Burnside here. Stop whatever

you're doing and draw up a quitclaim deed on the house, signing it back over to the township. And call the accountant and tell him to figure out all the workers' wages as of today. I'll be over to sign the checks and the deed in an hour. And prepare a lawsuit against my husband and his company for destruction of property.'

She flung the cell phone back into her purse and looked at Mel.

'May I go now? I'm entitled to a fabulous nervous breakdown in luxury.'

Jane and Shelley went home, enormously relieved. 'I'm glad you turned the contract down without even asking me,' Jane said.

'I realized it was hopeless and you really didn't want to do it. And I didn't, either. No matter what the contract said about money. But there's one thing I'd still like to know.'

'The secret ingredient.'

'Right.'

When Mel came back later, they appealed to him. 'We promise, cross our hearts and hope to die, never to reveal the secret ingredient. But please, please tell us,' Jane said.

'Since the site is bookmarked on Evaline's computer, I can. But I hold you to the promise. She was researching the Great Wall of China. There was a lot of material about the way the stones were finished and fired. But the kicker was a remark about the mortar and how it had held

together so well over so many centuries. Seems that bits of it had been analyzed and one of the ingredients was rice flour. Sandra had written that down in her notebook.'

Shelley harked back to Evaline claiming it was an accident. 'But couldn't it have been an argument, leading to a brawl, that resulted in Sandra simply falling down the stairs?' she asked Mel.

'Not after what she tried to do to Jane. You're going to have to testify, Jane, if it comes to a trial. Evaline is a loose cannon when she's crossed.'

Jane hadn't been listening carefully. She nearly slapped her head. 'I remember what I couldn't remember! I wasn't driving myself. That's where I was going wrong. Evaline was driving.'