The Class Menagerie

bad end in Shelley's guest room. They had 'taken exception' to each other, to put it mildly, then and didn't seem to be able to get over it. Jane led the way to the library amid a hum of speculation from the Ewe Lambs, and closed the door.

Mel closed the door and then grabbed Jane by the shoulders. He looked as if he was debating between shaking her hard and hugging her. Finally he just released her, sighed, and sat down in one of the leather sofas. 'So, Jane, what the hell are you doing finding bodies?' he said with forced calm.

'It's not as if I meant to, Mel. I'd have been thrilled if somebody else had found her.'

'And so would I! I hate that you were here at all where somebody's been killed. Try to be very precise and tell me what's going on here,' he said, taking out a notebook and clicking a nice gold pen. Jane found herself thinking it looked like the kind of pen people only had as gifts and wondered who gave it to him.

'Okay, Shelley went to a high school here that had a big fire and since the high school reunion is taking place this weekend, she invited some of the women in a do-gooder club they had in school to come early and plan fund- raising.'

He wrote for a moment and glanced up at her, smiling. 'That was concise! Now, what have you got to do with it?'

Jane explained how she'd been roped into helping Edgar and being Shelley's 'date.' This wasn't quite as concise, but she managed it fairly well.

'Who's the one in the carriage house? What do you know about her?' Mel asked.

'She's just one of them. A nasty one, actually. She was being very unpleasant yesterday.'

'Is that when they all came?'

'Yes, at various times during the day.'

'When did you last see her? The victim?'

'You say 'victim' as in murder? She didn't die of natural causes, then?'

He didn't even respond to this except to cock his eyebrow.

'I see,' Jane said. 'Let me think… I don't know exactly when I last saw her. She was at dinner. She was making nasty cracks to people off and on all evening. But everybody was milling around. Going upstairs for things, talking in the library and the living room. Coming in and out of the kitchen. I was mostly in the kitchen and only saw the people who came through there.'

'Try to pin down the last time you're sure you saw her,' Mel insisted, not sympathetic to Jane's excuses.

'Okay. Dinner for sure. That was at seven. I came in the kitchen just after Lila had been trying to goad Mimi Soong about something. That's the last time I actually saw her.'

'When was that?'

'I have no idea. I wasn't paying any attention to the time. Oh, wait. Pooky came in a little bit after that and Lila had been harassing her and Pooky said

she wanted to go outside for some air and Edgar said he wasn't going to lock up for an hour yet, so it must have been about nine-thirty because he locked up at ten-thirty, just after I got back.'

Mel had been staring at her intently. 'Pooky?' he said, pronouncing it very carefully.. 'That's somebody's name?'

'A nickname, I think. A couple of them go by nicknames. Lila was actually Delilah, I think.'

'All right, give me a rundown on who's attending this thing, who was in the house last night.'

'Me, for one.'

'What about Mrs. Nowack?'

'She had to go home to wait for a phone call from her husband. And of course, Edgar and Gordon were here. It's their house.'

'The guests…?' he prodded.

'All right, there was Lila. I can't remember her last name, though. And Beth… uh, Vaughn, I think. She's the one who's a judge. Very square, sensible, low-heeled shoes, graying hair.'

VanDyne closed his eyes for a second, then nodded, as if he'd seen her in the kitchen and identified her.

'And Crispy. I'm sorry I'm rattled. I can't remember her real name either. Her maiden name was Crisp. She's the little stylish one with the spike heels, frosted hair, and incredible fingernails. Avalon Smith is the one with the sloppy dark red hair and potato sack clothing. She's from Arkansas.'

'Who else?'

'Pooky is that poor woman with the horrible facelift that went wrong and the stiff blond hair that looks like a bad wig. She seems to be stunningly stupid, so keep that in mind when you talk to her.'

'I'll do that,' he said wryly. 'Who's the fat, sloppy one in the carpenter overalls?'

'Kathy Herrmannson. She sees herself as the social conscience of the group. Peace, love, and recycling.'

'Is that all?'

'I think s-no, I left out Mimi Soong. She's Chinese and very elegant.'

Mel sat back for a moment, digesting this information. Finally he said, 'Got any idea who did it?'

'Killed her? No. I think everybody would have liked to. There were jokes about drawing straws.'

'Who made the jokes?'

'I won't answer that!' Jane said. 'They were just jokes, because she was so unpleasant. I don't even remember who said what. Somebody was also playing practical jokes.'

'Oh? What kind? Who'd they play them on?'

'Somebody exchanged the contents of Avalon's and Pooky's purses.'

'So?'

'So, nothing. It was' dumb and pointless. Then alarm clocks went off all night. Cheap wind-up ones somebody had hidden in a couple of rooms. And this morning, some of the doorknobs had been taken off the outsides of bedroom doors so people couldn't get out until Edgar rescued them. None of the tricks were particularly clever or even funny, just stupid nuisances.'

Mel sat back and tented his fingers. 'Odd,' he murmured.

'Mel — was it my imagination, or were there beer cans and cigarettes on the floor out there in the carriage house?'

'There were.'

'They weren't supposed to be there.'

'No, probably not.'

'Then you don't suspect any of the Ewe Lambs.'

'The what?'

'Ewe Lambs. That's what the club was called.'

'Grown women—'

'They weren't grown women when they joined, Mel.- It's an old club, named before political correctness was the in thing. Back to the beer and cigarettes—'

'The cans are being fingerprinted.'

'So you do think it was an outsider.'

'Probably so. This place had quite a reputation in the 'drug trade until recently.'

There was a knock on the door and before Mel could speak, Edgar rushed in. 'Detective VanDyne? You're in charge here?' He introduced himself quickly, then said, 'Look here, you've got to get to the bottom of this and get the killer out of my house!'

'Edgar!' Jane exclaimed. 'It wasn't one of the Ewe Lambs, it was somebody from outside.'

Edgar glared at her and VanDyne held his hands up for silence. 'Hold it! We don't have any idea yet how it happened and we will thoroughly investigate all possibilities.'

'Mel! You just said—' Jane began.

But he cut her off. 'My personal opinion and my professional duties are not the same thing, Jane. Now, if you'll get your things, I'll have an officer drive you home.'

'Home? Why?'

He looked at her as if she'd lost her mind. 'Because there's been a murder here, that's why.'

'So you're making everybody leave?' Jane asked, wanting to make quite certain she understood before she