you some things.”
“Jesus, you haven’t been up here in decades, and you’re acting like you own the place.”
Stone sat down and pointed at a chair. “I think you’re going to want to hear this sitting down.”
Caleb sank heavily into a chair facing him. “What have you got to say?”
“The day before yesterday, I received a Federal Express package from Dick, which contained a letter, hiring me as his attorney, and the original of a will he had written and had properly witnessed.”
“What will? I’ve got Dick’s will at home. He made it out eleven years ago, and I’m his executor.”
“I’m afraid the new will supercedes that,” Stone said. “Dick appointed me executor. It’s a simple document: He provided for Seth Hotchkiss and his family, for a few of Barbara’s relatives, and left the rest to a foundation that helps the families of dead CIA officers.”
“Why the hell would he do that? Dick didn’t have anything to do with the CIA. He was a diplomat.”
Stone was surprised that Caleb knew nothing of Dick’s work. “On the contrary, Dick was a career CIA officer, and he had recently been promoted to a high position in the Agency.”
Caleb stared at him, speechless.
“There’s something else,” Stone said. “Dick and Barbara were each other’s beneficiaries, and Esme was to inherit, if they both died. In the event that they all three died, as in an accident, Dick left this house to me for my lifetime and that of my heirs. If I choose to sell it, the proceeds will go to the foundation, and he instructed me to entail the deed so that you can’t buy it.”
“I want to see this will,” Caleb said.
Stone reached into an inside pocket, produced a copy of the will and handed it to Caleb.
Caleb read it. “This will is invalid,” he said, “because one of the witnesses is a named beneficiary. I’m a lawyer, and my specialty is estate planning.”
“Three unnamed witnesses are enough to validate the will in any state in the union,” Stone said. “You can sue, if you like, but I’m sure you’ve already realized that this is a proper and legal will, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“So you plan to take possession of this house?” Caleb demanded.
“I have already done so,” Stone replied. “Would you like to stay to lunch and meet my friends?”
Caleb got up and walked out without a word, the will clutched tightly in his hand.
Stone got up and went in to lunch.
Chapter 5
THE OTHERS WERE already gathered at the table in the large A kitchen. Stone went over to Mabel Hotchkiss, who was stirring something on the stove. “Hello, Mabel. I’m Stone Barrington.”
She shook his hand. “Hello, Mr. Stone.”
“Just Stone will do.”
“It’ll be on the table in a minute,” she said.
Stone sat down. “Anybody hungry?”
“Was that Caleb Stone I saw leaving?” Lance asked.
“Yes, and I’m afraid Caleb isn’t having a very good day. He had planned to move into this house tomorrow.”
“I take it you disabused him of that notion.”
“I did, and I gave him a copy of Dick’s will. The poor guy has also learned that he’s not inheriting any money from his brother.”
“Does he know how much he’s not inheriting?”
“He probably has some idea.”
“Is he going to sue?”
“If he can think of grounds. Turns out, he’s an estate attorney, with a Boston firm, I suppose.”
“You’d better file that will for probate as soon as possible.”
“I intend to. I have to get a death certificate, though. There’s a state trooper coming this afternoon; maybe he can help me with that. How much do you know about Dick’s affairs, Lance? Did he have a residence in Washington?”
“Not yet. I learned from the DDO’s office that they were house shopping in Georgetown, but they hadn’t found anything yet.”
“How long had they been back in Washington?”
“Less than a week. They sold the house in London, apparently.”
“I guess that means this house was Dick’s only residence, so I can go to the local probate court. Mabel, what’s the name of this county?”
“Waldo.”
“And what’s the county seat?”
“Belfast, up the coast.”
“How long a drive?”
“From Lincolnville, half an hour, forty-five minutes.”
“Thanks. I guess I’ll go up there first thing tomorrow.”
A lunch of shrimp and rice was served, and everyone ate quietly until Mabel left the room.
“What did you learn from Seth this morning?” Lance asked.
“The two women were sleeping in Esme’s room and took two shots in the head, each. Dick was sitting at his desk downstairs and suffered a contact wound to the left temple.”
“Dick was right-handed,” Lance said.
“You’re sure?”
“I worked for him for four years.”
“Seth said that he had a very small pistol with a silencer in his hand when he was found.”
“Sounds like a Keltec.380; it’s one of a number of handguns issued by Agency technical services.”
“Do you have any insight into Dick’s state of mind the past few weeks?”
“I spoke to his deputy, who’s replacing him in London. He said Dick was his usual cheerful self, and he was excited about the new job. He said that he’d had a farewell dinner with Dick and Barbara the night before they left London, and they were in great form.”
Dino spoke up. “Is anybody ready to say this wasn’t a murder-suicide yet?”
“Let’s talk to the trooper first,” Stone said.
AFTER LUNCH THEY went into the study. Lance pointed at a door near Dick’s desk, which sported a dead-bolt lock. “I think I know what that is,” he said. “Let’s find a key.”
Stone fished Dick’s keys out of his pocket and found one that fit the lock. He opened the door to find what appeared to be a small office, containing a computer, a large fax machine and an odd-looking telephone, along with a filing cabinet. “This is strange,” Stone said.
“No, it isn’t. Dick spent a month or so here every year, and this is Agency equipment. The computer is linked to the Agency mainframe, and the phone and fax are scrambled.”
“I take it you know how to use such a computer?”
“Ida”
“Do you think you could get me some background on Caleb Stone?”
Lance sat down at the computer. “Sure.”
“I’d particularly like a credit report and any other financial information you can dig up. Also, any criminal record.”
“Give me a couple of minutes,” Lance said, switching on the machine. He picked up the scrambled phone and dialed a number. “Give me your supervisor,” he said. “This is Lance Cabot. I’m authorized by the DDO to conduct an investigation into the death of Richard Stone; that office will confirm. I’m at Stone’s Maine residence now, using his scrambled phone and his computer. I want to use my own access card in the computer. Thank you.” Lance hung up.
