“Now we find out whether it’s on right, or whether I have to take it off again and rotate it a hundred and eighty degrees. I don’t suppose any of you has a stethoscope on you?”
They all looked at him blankly.
“That’s what I thought.” He pressed an ear to the safe and began slowly rotating the dial.
“I didn’t know you were a safecracker, Lance,” Stone said.
“Jack of all trades, definitely master of none.”
“Holly opened it, now that I recall.”
“We attended the same safecracking academy. Now be quiet; I can’t listen to you and the safe at the same time.”
Stone walked over to an easy chair and took a seat.
Lance stood up straight, turned the handle on the safe door, opened it and peered inside. “It’s a mess,” he said.
Stone walked back to the desk and looked inside the safe. The estate papers he had stored in it were a sodden mass. He lifted them out in a big lump and deposited them on the newspaper. Then he reached inside and brought out Esme’s diary. It was heavier than before, being soaking wet. He opened the cover and found the pages stuck together, the ink running.
“Have you got a hair dryer?” Lance asked.
“In my bathroom upstairs,” Ginny replied.
“Ginny,” Lance said, “would you like to help?”
“Of course,” she replied, running over to the desk.
“Will you take the diary upstairs, put it on a table and start drying it?”
“Sure.”
Lance reached into a desk drawer and found a letter opener. “Use this to separate the pages as they dry, but don’t force them.”
“Okay.” Ginny took the diary and went upstairs.
A bell sounded in Dick’s little office almost simultaneously with the front doorbell.
Lance disappeared into the office, and Seth went to the front door and came back with Sergeant Young, who looked tired.
Stone introduced him to Ham; he’d already met everybody else.
“Anything new?” Stone asked.
“I’m afraid not. We’ve pretty much started the search over again, and this time we’re concentrating on the beaches and shoreline.”
“Why?” Ham asked.
Sergeant Young looked away.
Stone spoke up. “Because the bodies of the missing women were all found in the water.”
Ham nodded.
Lance came out of the office. “Afternoon, Sergeant,” he said, placing several sheets of acetate on the desk. “I have something that might be of use to you in your search. Do you have a current map of the island?”
“A very good one, showing all the houses,” Young replied. “I’ll get it out of my car.” He was back in a moment and spread the map on the desk. “This is the latest map available that shows all the occupied buildings. You can see, I’ve highlighted the ones already searched in green.”
“I see you’re better than half finished,” Lance said. He picked up a sheet of acetate and laid it next to the map. “This is a thermal image of the island taken from a satellite last night, or rather an image of the north end of the island. In order to get in close, we divided the island in half. This particular image was taken at nine P.M. last evening.”
Everybody crowded around. “As you can see, anything that radiates heat shows up in orange, to a greater or lesser degree.” He pointed at a house in the village. “Take this house, for example: There’s quite a lot of ambient light, and these concentrations are people,” he said, pointing to a group, “apparently gathered around the table, having dinner. Outside, you can see another orange object, which is the family car, its engine still warm.”
“That’s very sensitive,” Young said.
“Too sensitive, in fact,” Lance replied. “I’ve ordered other images for after midnight, on the next satellite pass. In those, we’ll find many fewer lights and TVs on in the houses, and the car engines will have cooled. What we’ll see then is people in their beds.”
“What’s this in the middle of the woods?” Young asked, pointing to a dark area with an orange spot near the north end of the island.
“Very likely a deer, maybe two,” Lance said. “The satellite can pick up heat sources as small as a dog.”
Daisy raised her head and made a noise.
“Good dog,” Ham said.
“I’m not sure exactly how this will be useful,” Young said. “I mean, we can go to every house, search it and count the folks. Maybe we could see if there’s somebody extra that we didn’t count.”
“Right,” Lance said. “The after-midnight images should be more useful. Then we can see if there’s a person where we don’t expect a person to be, in a garage or a woodshed, for instance.”
Ham spoke up. “I don’t suppose it will pick up a dead body?”
Everybody got quiet. Lance shook his head. “Not unless it’s still warm.
Chapter 46
THE AFTERNOON WORE ON until the shadows were long. Ham, who was asleep on the study sofa, suddenly sat up. “Daisy!” he said.
“What?” Stone asked.
“We’re not using Daisy!”
“For what?”
“To track Holly.”
Stone slapped his forehead. “Why didn’t I think of that?” He ran upstairs to the master bedroom and started going through Holly’s clothes, looking for something that had been worn and not laundered, which was tough, because Mabel laundered everything as soon as it hit the hamper. He found a spare pair of sneakers and ran back downstairs with one.
“Come on, Daisy!” he called to the dog. He grabbed her leash and ran for the door, with Ham and Dino right behind him. When they reached the end of the driveway, Stone rubbed the sneaker on Daisy’s face, and she sniffed it eagerly. “Has she been trained to track?” he asked Ham.
“She’s been trained to do just about everything,” Ham replied. “Daisy! Where’s Holly? Go find Holly!”
Daisy reacted at once, pacing around the area, then suddenly, she was moving at a brisk trot up the road, away from the village, on the left side, facing traffic, her nose to the ground. The three men hurried along, trying to keep up with her.
“We should have brought a car,” said Dino, who did not enjoy running.
“Why don’t you go back to the house and get the station wagon,” Stone said, handing him the keys. “Follow along, but don’t get close enough to spook Daisy.”
The sound of her name caused Daisy to jerk the leash almost out of Stone’s hand, and she resumed her tracking.
Stone and Ham jogged along after her, and a couple of minutes later Stone looked over his shoulder and saw Dino in the station wagon, moving slowly twenty yards behind them.
Daisy rounded a curve and started down half a mile of straight road. Then, after a couple of hundred yards, she stopped, seeming confused. She paced about, sniffing the road and the graveled shoulder, circling back and doing the same area again.
Ham unclipped her leash and pointed at the dense underbrush beside the road. “There, Daisy,” he said, pointing, “go find Holly.”
Daisy plunged into the brush, and they could hear her crashing around in the thicket, going this way and that,
