Grime and Punishment

“Thanks, I'm planning to. Mary Ellen Revere invited me to stay at her house and I lied and said I'd already agreed to stay here. I know I've got to get it over with, sleeping in that house, but not until Paul gets back tomorrow. He tried to get a flight tonight and couldn't. I called my sister and told her that, if this isn't solved by the time they're ready to come back, I want her to keep the kids a little longer. Jane, why do you suppose this happened?'

“I have no idea. I guess it could have been someone that woman knew.'

“But why? And how would the killer have known she was at my house? As I understand it, she didn't even know where she'd be until she reported in to work early this morning. The Happy Helper man called a while ago. He said she's a 'floater,' a worker with no regular assignment but to fill in. Like a substitute teacher.'

“Well, there's always the wandering maniac theory. That's what Thelma thinks — somebody whose lack of moral fiber pushed them over the brink.'

“The next stage after growing hair on the palms of your hands? Murdering cleaning ladies? Forget wandering maniacs. You know as well as I do this is a neighborhood of devoted snoops. You can't even go for a walk without somebody alerting the police. If you aren't decked out like a full-fledged jogger, you're assumed to be a criminal. How would this maniachave cruised around the neighborhood without being noticed?'

“You know what you're saying, don't you? That it had to be someone familiar. Someone from the neighborhood.”

Shelley's eyes widened. 'Not necessarily, Jane. It could have been someone who looked like they had business around here. A TV repair truck or a Sears van or a gas meter reader in a uniform.'

“Shelley, what would be the point? There would be no reason to go to all the trouble of disguising himself just to kill her in your house instead of her own.'

“There is that, of course. Well, then we have to consider that he didn't want to kill her. Suppose it was someone who came to rob the house.'

“Was anything stolen?'

“No, nothing was touched, apparently. I haven't searched everything, of course, but it doesn't look like anything's been torn apart or dumped out, as if someone had been rummaging for valuables.”

Jane had to take her word on this. If you moved so much as an ashtray in Shelley's house, she noticed immediately.

“So why kill her and not take anything?”

“Maybe she caught him coming in?'

“While she was vacuuming the guest room?'

“Jane, you're just picking apart everything I suggest as a possibility,' Shelley said with a hint of anger. 'What do you think could have happened?'

“I'm sorry. I don't know. But, by damn, I'm going to find out. We're all in danger until we know who it was and why. If someone could come in your house, murder someone, and leave right under our noses, it could happen again.'

“But why would it happen again? Why did it happen this time? I just keep asking myself the same questions over and over.'

“All right. Let's get organized about this. I read a lot of mystery books and I know all about motives. I'll make a list and then we'll cross them off one by one. Whichever one's left has to be the right answer.'

“Somehow, I don't think it's quite that easy,' Shelley disagreed. You make it sound like a computer course.'

“You'll see,' Jane assured her, getting out the notepad and a stub of pencil. 'Since it didn't look like robbery, let's assume for the moment that somebody meant to kill her. Now, what are the reasons for murder. Greed. That's usual.'

“I doubt that a cleaning lady had a vast fortune for someone to inherit, otherwise she'd own the company. And she didn't seem to be wearing a strand of emeralds or anything that I noticed.'

“True, but it might have been greed for something in your house.'

“But I told you, nothing was taken.'

“Still, it might have been that the murderer meant to take something and just didn't get it. Suppose he'd gone in and determined to kill anybody who was there and then rob the place, and just as he killed her, he heard you coming in?”

She was immediately sorry she'd suggested it.

Shelley hugged herself. 'Could I have actually been in the house with the killer? No, Jane. That doesn't work. If he didn't mind killing her, he wouldn't have minded killing me. And how would he have gotten away? If he'd jumped from a second-story window, he'd have been bound to hurt himself, and the police checked all around the house for signs of things like that. If he didn't go out the window, he'd had to have come downstairs, and I could see the stairway from the time I came in the kitchen. I wasn't looking at it, but I would have certainly noticed anyone coming down.'

“Okay, cross off greed. It was just a suggestion. Reasons for murder. Greed, fear—'

“Fear of what?That woman? Would you be afraid of her?'

“Not physically. But what if she knew something the killer was afraid she'd tell?'

“Jane, you met that woman. She didn't strike me as knowing how to tell time, much less dangerous secrets. Besides, the question I asked earlier applies — why kill her at my house? Why not at her own, or on the street?'

“I don't know about the where-to-kill-her part, but think some more about the why. Just suppose that she'd been cleaning some office, though. You said she was a substitute and went all sorts of places. Suppose she learned something about a company take-over, or—'

“Happy Helpers doesn't do businesses. Only domestic jobs. I tried to get them for Paul's office.'

“Some people do their business at home. Mary Ellen Revere, for instance.'

“With a broken arm she can't even use? She strangles her?'

“Of course not. I didn't mean her. I was just making an example of somebody around here who has a business at home.' Jane sighed. 'Now who's shooting down ideas? All right.Cross off fear. What else is a motive for murder? Well, there's mercy killing, but this obviously wasn't a method of putting a loved one out of her misery. What about revenge?”

The phone rang and Jane answered somewhat impatiently. It was Laura Stapler, inviting Shelley and her and the kids to spend the night at their house. Jane had a momentary vision of being cooped up in the Staplers' house like survivors of a nuclear attack. ''That's sweet of you, Laura, but Shelley's staying here and I think we'll be fine.'

“You do have the house locked up tightly, don't you? And be sure to draw the blinds. My husband could put a rush order through and have an alarm system installed for you tomorrow if you'd like. Normally it takes a week or so, but under the circumstances—'

“That's very thoughtful, but I really can't afford it.'

“We could arrange for financing, thirty six months at fifteen percent.'

“Laura, no, thank you!' Jane said firmly.

Sensing she'd gone too far or in the wrong direction, Laura tried to reemphasize her concern for Jane's safety without selling anything. Jane hung up after listening long enough to convince Laura that she wasn't offended. 'What ghouls! Where were we? Oh, yes, revenge.''For what?'

“Who knows? Maybe Mrs. Thurgood did some awful thing to somebody and they got back at her by strangling her.”

Shelley tapped her immaculately manicured fingernails on the table, considering. 'It's certainly possible. Without knowing anything about her, there's no reason to mark it off the motive list, but my instincts tell me otherwise.'

“I know what you mean. Somehow she seemed too — too bland to have ever done something awful.”

The phone rang and Jane answered, afraid that Laura had thought of another safety device to peddle. A can of Mace or something. But it was Detective VanDyne. She handed the phone to Shelley and cleaned up the dinner table while Shelley talked — or rather, listened. Except for the occasional 'uh-huh' or 'I see,' it would have seemed she was on hold.