know.'
Jane poured herself a cup of his miracle coffee and sat down. 'So you heard the commotion.'
'I stayed out of it, but couldn't help but hear the noise and eavesdrop.'
'Edgar, I don't get it. I just don't have the mind-set for practical jokes. I can't think them up. I don't think they're funny. At least these seem harmless. Nobody can get hurt when an alarm goes off. That's not like exploding cigars or something. So everybody's sleeping in?'
'Not everybody. Shelley's in the living room. She got here about ten minutes ago. And somebody else went through here and had coffee while I was back upstairs. Left a coffee cup in the sink.'
Gordon stumbled into the room in jeans and a sweatshirt, his hair rumpled and sheet-creases on his cheek. 'My God, what was that? An old-fashioned slumber party? Or did I imagine noises all night?'
Edgar explained. 'Crazy,' Gordon mumbled, pouring himself a gigantic mug of coffee.
'You're not working today?' Jane asked him when he finally raised his face from the mug.
'Not at the salt mines. I told Edgar I'd hang around in case he needed me.'
'The only assistance I need now is getting breakfast into these women. It would help if they got up. Jane, you want to see if you can stir them?'
Jane obediently went up the front stairs. Before she even reached the second floor, she could hear somebody tapping on a door and saying something. But there wasn't anybody in the hallway. She went along and discovered that the sound was coming from the apricot room, which was assigned to Avalon.
'Avalon?' she said to the closed door.
'Thank God! Get me out of here. The doorknob came off in my hand.'
Jane looked down and sure enough, there was just a hole where the post of the old-fashioned doorknob should have been. Someone had removed the outer
knob so that the inner knob simply pulled out when Avalon.tried to open the door. Jane fetched Edgar, who instructed her to reinsert the post so he could turn it with pliers from the outside. But by the time this was completed, they discovered that Pooky's and Beth's doors had also been rigged and they had to be rescued.
It was a cranky flock of Ewe Lambs that finally started drifting down to the aroma of coffee and, bacon. 'This is a nightmare, Jane,' Shelley said from where she hunched in the living room pretending to watch the morning news. 'Edgar told me about last night and the clocks. I'm sorry you were stuck with that.'
'It's okay. It wasn't your fault. Did Paul call?'
'He did. And was reassured, but I couldn't get back to sleep. And there are still days of this ahead before it's over!'
'Yes, but look at it this way: one whole day of it is behind you. And I found all the missing doorknobs in the flour canister. So that problem's taken care of.'
'I hate chirpy people,' Shelley said.
'Oh? I thought you'd prefer chirping to baa-ing,' Jane said, making a dreadful sheep noise. She went back to the kitchen smiling. This was a rare treat, seeing Shelley, at her wit's end. Shelley never lost control of herself or a situation and here she was more tired and rattled than Jane herself.
Jane helped Edgar fix English muffins that were toasted with a rich cheddar cheese topping, shirred eggs with mushrooms and minced basil from a pot on the windowsill, and an arrangement of kiwi and strawberry slices. At least, she tried to help him. Mainly she got in his way, oohing and aahing and taking mental note of the ingredients.
By the time the breakfast was ready, Shelley had gotten a grip on herself. 'Ladies, we need to get breakfast over and begin our meeting,' she was saying as she shooed them toward the dining room. 'We really have a lot of business to work out if we're going to contribute to the fund-raising effort.'
Jane took in the tray of fruit and said, 'Who's missing?'
They all glanced around at each other. 'Where's Lila?' Beth asked. 'She's not locked in her room, too, is she?'
Shelley went up to see and came down perplexed. 'She's not there. It doesn't look like her bed's been slept in.'
'Or maybe she made it herself,' Jane said, hoping some of the others would follow this example and save her some maid duties. -_:
'Maybe she went out running,' Crispy said. 'Didn't she mention — jogging?' She shuddered as she said the word.
'Well, if she did, she better be back by the time we start the meeting,' Shelley said firmly. Crispy and Avalon looked at her with surprise. Just as Jane had never seen Shelley out of control, these women must not have seen her
But Lila hadn't turned up by nine-thirty when the meeting was supposed to start. Shelley went back upstairs when it was proposed that Lila might have actually left and gone home. But her belongings were still there. They all seemed to feel they ought to be concerned about Lila, but were relieved to have her out of their hair.
Shelley marched them all to the library while Jane collected her cleaning supplies and went upstairs. The first room she tackled was Avalon's, which was surprisingly neat considering Avalon's untidy appearance. When she got to the bathroom, she realized she'd forgotten to bring along toilet paper and the roll in Avalon's bathroom needed replacing.
Jane went back downstairs to the supply closet, discovered there was only one roll left there and headed out to the carriage house where the huge carton was stored. She pulled open the small door set into the big garage door and stepped into the gloom. Edgar had turned on a light when they were here before. Where was the switch? She fumbled along the adjacent wall for a moment before she found it.
When the light came on, she noticed two things right away that shouldn't have been there. Against the far wall there was a six-pack of beer with two cans opened and cigarettes scattered next to it. But her attention to this was short-lived when she noticed the pile of curtains and draperies that were being turned into cleaning rags.
There was a woman's hand protruding from them.
Her heart pounding in her throat, Jane stood rooted for a second, unable to breathe or even think. Then, leaden-footed, she went forward and gingerly removed some of the rags.
It was, as she expected, Lila. And she was very dead.
Jane hadn't anticipated seeing Mel VanDyne until the following Tuesday, but his was the face she saw when she removed the cold compress from her eyes. She was sitting in Edgar's kitchen, where she had very nearly fainted after telling him what was in the carriage house. Edgar had pushed her into a chair, shoved her head between her knees, and gone to look for himself, reappearing seconds later to dial the police. Then, while they waited the few minutes it took the law to arrive, he'd made her an ice pack and insisted that she slouch back in the chair and apply it to her eyes. 'My mother believed in this as a cure for any shock,' he said, his own voice trembling a little. 'Hold still!'
In quick succession, three sirens wailed to a stop in the drive, half a dozen car doors slammed. Edgar went out the kitchen door to show the police to the scene. Shelley's control over her meeting had apparently evaporated, because within moments, the kitchen was full of women asking what was happening. Jane stayed hidden behind her cold compress, thinking like mad.
Finally Shelley said to her, 'Jane, what's this about?'
'Lila's out there. Dead,' Jane mumbled.
A shocked silence.
The kitchen door opened and Mel said, 'Jane… Mrs. Jeffry?'
'I understand you found the body?'
'I'm afraid so.'
'Is there someplace we can speak privately?'
'Use the library,' Shelley said.
'Ah, Mrs. Nowack, you're here too,' Mel said blandly.
'As a matter of fact, I am, Detective VanDyne.'
They were always nasty-polite to each other Jane had first met Mel when Shelley's cleaning lady had met a
