Shelley nodded. 'I'm not crazy about the idea of Marge conspiring to murder her husband, though.' She really seems to be such a basically nice, if downtrodden, woman. That scenario — physical and emotional crisis and so forth — couldn't Marge have been taken in by it, too?' She eyed the doughnuts for a moment, broke off a dainty piece of one and tasted it, then made a face.
“Marge is the one person who would know they aren't the same person,' Jane said. 'It would be hard to have a heart-to-heart talk about your marriage if the other person hadn't been part of it.'
“Which is the reason for the amnesia,' Shelley said. 'If this guy is Sam Two, he could be telling her that he's the same old Sam, can't remember specifics, but has the vague sense that he's treated her badly all these years, has seen the light, and they're going to get a fresh start. Maybe even emphasize that he doesn't want to remember. That he wants to court her all over again, be young lovers.'
“Would you buy that?' Jane asked. She broke off another bit of the doughnut and nibbled.
“Not on your life. But then, I'm not timid, shy, obedient Marge.'
“I'll say! Yipes! This doughnut tastes as ghastly as it looks.' She got up and threw the rest of it in the wastebasket. 'Still, I don't believe Marge could be unaware that this is a different man. He looks the same to the rest of us, but without being too graphic—'
“Go ahead, be graphic,' Shelley urged.
“I don't even need to. Different things happen to identical twins. Broken bones, scars, moles in different places. I'd imagine they develop different tastes—'
“Is this the graphic part?'
“Shelley, I'm serious. We all have things we like or dislike intensely for irrational reasons. Nature versus nurture and all that. Like me hating lima beans because I ate too many of them once and threw up at a school play. I wasn't born hating them.”
Shelley was staring off into space. 'I saw a television show about this.'
“About lima beans or throwing up?”
Shelley rolled her eyes. 'No, about twins. Wait, let me think for a minute. I think it was on one of those science and documentary stations. Some scientists or social workers had located a bunch of identical twins who had been raised apart from each other, without even knowing they had a twin. When they really dug into their very separate lives, they discovered that all of them were remarkably similar. They had the same sort of jobs—'
“I remember that, too! There was lots of stuff they had in common. They liked the same kind of music and colors and had even given their kids the same names.'
“I wonder if Sam Two sings,' Shelley said.
“I wouldn't be surprised,' Jane said. 'But, Shelley, if we're right about this, how in the world would we prove it? How could we ever get anyone else, particularly a backwoods sheriff, to believe it?'
“Marge would have to confirm it.'
“If she's in on it, a coconspirator, there's no way she'd confirm it,' Jane said. 'And if, like you prefer to believe, she wasn't in on it and she just wants or needs to believe that this is the same man, it comes to the same thing. She's in love with this person, whoever he is. She's not going to help us put him — and maybe herself — in jail for murder.'
“What about fingerprints?' Shelley asked. 'Do identical twins have the same fingerprints?'
“I have no idea, but even if they don't, there's the problem of getting them,' Jane said irritably. 'Sam One's are surely all over his house, and we could grab a drinking glass or something that Sam Two has touched. But we can't get in their house. We don't know how to take fingerprints, and the sheriff has no cause to believe us and probably would need the fingerprint equivalent of a search warrant.'
“So what do we do?' Shelley asked.
“I don't know. But at least we have a theory now.
A line of thought to pursue. We shouldn't be sitting here by ourselves, speculating. We should be hanging out with Marge and seeing what we can find out.'
“Right. But we only have until tomorrow. We're supposed to have an extended meeting tonight—'
“Liz's orders?' Jane asked.
“Who else? And then we're all leaving tomorrow.'
“Then we better hotfoot it to the lodge and find out where they are.'
“Probably in their cabin. In bed,' Shelley said. 'And if you think I'm—'
“If they're not around, we'll chat with Eileen and John. They know Sam well, too. Wait one minute, will you, while I check my E-mail.”
Jane booted up the laptop and found Mel's response to her earlier note to him about the dead body that reappeared alive. It was a one-word reply. 'Twins.'
“Rats!' Jane said. 'He wasn't even here and he figured it out before I did!”
The rain had let up again and there were even patchy bursts of sunlight from time to time. But as they approached the lodge, it appeared that there was a problem. A line of departing cars was stopped in the drive. The sheriff's deputy was directing those with drivers to back up and park.
Edna Titus was standing on the porch, watching and looking worried.
“What's going on?' Jane asked as she and Shelley joined her.
'The bridge has gone out,' Edna said. 'The creek came up and washed it away, I think.'
