have no idea. I tapped on Iva's door to ask her something and there was a lot of rustling and whispering before she opened it a bare inch.'
“A greedy scheme, no doubt,' Eden said. 'They're always trying to con somebody out of something. It never works. Never. But that doesn't discourage them. They're weird old things. Marguerite must have been quite a number when she was young. My dad says she was a stunningbeauty once, and had whole flocks of suitors. Dad's never admitted it, but I think he might have been one of them. But Iva never married.'
“Why is that?' Shelley asked from the backseat of the station wagon as they turned onto the main road.
“I don't think she found one rich enough,' Eden said. 'That's just a guess though. She anticipated being very wealthy in her own right someday when their father, Oliver Wendell Thatcher, popped off. And she had Marguerite as a bad example.'
“Bad example of what?' Jane asked.
“Getting taken to the cleaners by a man. Marguerite fell head over heels for an Englishman my dad always said reminded him of Bertie Wooster without the money. Rowe, his name was. Percival? Lancelot? Tristram? Something classic and silly. He claimed, in a convincingly bumbling way, to be the scion of an ancient British family. Very posh stuff for a snob like Marguerite. So she married him without checking this out thoroughly enough.'
“How many of us do that!' Shelley said with a laugh.
“Marguerite should have. It turned out that he was the great-great nephew or second cousin three times removed of an 'honorable,' which I think is the lowest rank of the aristocracy, and that his line of the family had been fishmongers. Or maybe it was eel fishers. Something to do with slimy water creatures. By the time Marguerite fig? ured out why he kept dawdling about taking her to see the 'family estate' back in Merry Olde England, he'd spent nearly all her money. Marguerite went to O. W. for more and he said he'd only give her enough to get a divorce. Which she did.'
“And she never remarried?' Shelley asked.
“Nope. Once was plenty. Turn right at the next corner, Jane. And Iva has never let poor old Marguerite forget her mistake.'
“You said she expected to be rich when O. W. died,' Jane said. 'She wasn't?'
“Oh, yes. All three of them, Iva, Marguerite, and Jack, inherited a lot. Well, a lot by most people's standards,' Eden said. 'Take the right-hand fork at the bottom of the hill. But they'd all expected it to be much more. Jack got the company, of course. Iva and Marguerite got some stocks and a couple of pieces of good commercial property in downtown Chicago that's given them both generous incomes. But they were expecting something along the lines of what the Sultan of Brunei might leave. They had an extremely exaggerated idea of what their old daddy was worth.'
“Oh! The treasure story!' Jane exclaimed. 'I wanted to ask you about it.'
“Treasure? Oh, the secret treasure! I'd almost forgotten that,' Eden said. 'Where did you hear about it?'
“Larkspur. The florist. He mentioned having heard about a treasure at the lodge.”
Eden waved this fantasy away. 'There was talk of hidden riches years ago when O. W. died.
Mainly put about by Iva and Marguerite to explain why they weren't fabulously wealthy, I think. Jack never bought the theory, though. He told my dad he'd expected there to be more, too, but thought O. W. had spent all the rest of the money on women. He was quite the old roue. Nearly eighty when he died, I think, and still had two mistresses.'
“You're kidding!' Shelley exclaimed.
“Well, they probably weren't technically mistresses anymore,' Eden said with a laugh. 'One was in her fifties, the other sixty-something. But O. W. had supported them both for decades and Jack, to his credit, continued to pay for their apartments and give them an allowance.'
“Does he still?' Jane asked.
Eden shrugged. 'I have no idea. I never thought to ask my dad if Jack kept it up. They may not still be living. O. W. died about fifteen years ago and they weren't spring chickens. Anyway, that's probably where the rest of the fortune went. There might have been any number of other women as well who benefitted from old O. W.'s hormonal largesse.'
“So there's no treasure?' Shelley asked.
“Oh, I guess there could be,' Eden said. 'But if there had been, surely somebody would have found it by now. And Jack must have gone through his father's records very closely. It would be tricky to convert very much cash to something secret without having a paper trail. Oh, Jane, turn left here.”
Wanda's Bait and Party Shoppe was something of a disappointment. It was a tiny combination of convenience store, old-fashioned dime store, and sports shop. Everything was dusty and antiquated, including the elderly clerk who they assumed was Wanda herself. Shelley bought a fishing reel for her husband Paul in the belief that it might actually be an antique that he'd get a kick out of.
Jane found a tube of Tangee lipstick. 'It's probably dried up into a little orange pebble,' she admitted, 'but I used to love the stuff. My mother wore it and the smell was wonderful.”
When they got back in the car, Jane said, 'I don't suppose there's a McDonald's anywhere near, is there? I need a hash brown. Comfort food.”
Eden wrinkled her nose. 'Those things are greasy, salty, and starchy.'
“That's what I said. Comfort food.”
They found one on the main highway and Shelley and Eden had coffee while Jane wolfed down her food. 'I've been thinking about this treasure,' Shelley said. 'What could you convert cash into that wouldn't be obvious?'
“Jewels?' Eden suggested. 'They'd be easy to conceal without taking up obvious space. Or a rare stamp collection? Stamps are small and flat and can be worth a lot.'
“You could buy bonds and hide them,' Jane said after some thought. Suddenly her eyes lit up. 'The missing pictures!”
“What missing pictures?' Eden asked.
“Those hunting scenes in the main room of the lodge,' Jane explained. 'Last night they were missing. This morning they were back in place. If the aunts really do believe there's a treasure, they might have been taking the pictures apart to see if some kind of valuable documents or stamps were hidden behind them. That would explain all the rustling and whispering.'
“Wait a minute,' Shelley said. 'We're putting the cart before the horse. Why would O. W. have hidden anything in the first place?”
Eden had the answer to that. 'Tax scam.”
Shelley nodded. 'Oh, right. To pass valuable stuff on to his heirs without paying estate and inheritance taxes. Of course. Okay, I'll buy that. But if he had invested big sums in something secret, why didn't he tell them about it?”
Eden shrugged. 'If it happened at all, maybe he just told Jack, not trusting the aunts to manage their money well without Jack supervising.' She thought for a moment. 'No, probably not. After O. W. died, Jack did some pretty heavy borrowing to bring Novelties up to speed. New warehouses, computerized ordering, color catalogs instead of the old crummy newsprint black and white — that kind of thing. My dad invested in Jack and Novelties back then, and has always been pretty smug about how well it paid off. If Jack had possessed a secret fortune, he could have used it instead of borrowing.'
“Maybe not,' Shelley commented. 'That would have been a tip-off to the I.R.S. that there was some financial hanky-panky going on.”
Eden leaned back and frowned. 'It's all so long ago. And because my dad didn't believe there was a treasure, I guess I didn't either. It would be fun if there were one, though. Oh… I think O. W. went a bit gaga at the end. A stroke or something. Hung on for another six months or so, but was a bit on the vegetable side.'
“Which could account for why he didn't tell anyone about the treasure — if there really was one,' Shelley said. 'He could have simply forgotten about it.'
“I still don't see how you could hide a lot of money from the I.R.S. that way,' Jane said. 'It would be bound to show up in the bookkeeping somewhere, wouldn't it?”
Shelley shook her head. 'Not if you're patient and determined. Say the old boy had taken a thousand dollars a month out of his income every month for years and years. There are people who like to buy with cash and always have a lot around. Even the government can't keep a person from doing that with their own money. And once it
