'Knock yourself out,” Lauren said, and put the square on top of the towel.
Jorge carefully poured steaming water onto the material.
'Okay, hit it,” he said, and Lauren stabbed down with the scissors. This time they went through the black square like it was made from butter, embedding the points of the blades in the towel.
'Remind me what this proves, Sherlock,” she said.
'It doesn't prove anything,” Harriet said. “It gives us more information.'
Mavis made a fist and gently pounded it against her forehead.
'I wish I could remember,” she said. “Gerald talked about his work a lot, but I'm afraid I was distracted with the boys and trying to get them all pointed to college. He was just perfecting the fire protection cloth, but beyond that, I'm not sure. They were doing something with shoe tops.'
'Maybe they were trying to make safety shoes,” DeAnn said. “You know, like steel-toed boots only lighter weight.'
'That could be a real good deal for people who work in kitchens,” Jorge said. The women had forgotten he was still in the room. “You know, in some big kitchens they require steel-toed shoes because of the knives, but those boots were heavy and back then, boots were the only option. A lightweight protective shoe would have been a big deal in the restaurant trades.'
'I guess the boiling water thing would be a problem,” Connie mused.
'Too bad there's no evidence,” Robin said. “Without a prototype or a drawing or a formula linking Gerry's chemical to this material, it's only speculation. I'd be willing to bet Gerald and Carlton 's dad made dozens of test fabrics back in the early days. They probably had more than a few chemicals in common, too. I'm sorry, but we need hard evidence.'
'At the very least, it would be helpful to know why, out of all the test samples the company made, Gerald as Gerard kept this particular one with him for all these years,” Harriet suggested.
Jenny looked at her watch. “I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to leave in a little while. Could we move on to the funeral?'
'Sure,” Harriet said. “I'm thinking we have several people we need to watch tomorrow. Ilsa and the cousins, Carlton and anyone who shows up from Foggy Point Fire Protection and Terry, if he shows up. In addition, I want to talk to the father of Harry's friend, and, Mavis, I know this is hard, but I'd like Connie to take a crack at your son Pete.” She held her hand up to silence the protest Mavis was about to make. “We need to know why Pete called you to Portland during the re-enactment. I think Connie might be able to get it out of him. Aunt Beth, I thought you could help Connie ratchet up the pressure if needed.'
'What do you want me to do?” Jenny asked.
'I penciled you in for keeping an eye on the Dutch people. And DeAnn and Robin, I thought you could cover the Foggy Point Fire Protection group. With two of you, if Carlton splits off to talk to non-company people, one can follow him and the other stay with the employees. Keep track of anyone out of the ordinary who speaks to him.'
'Who does that leave me?” Lauren asked.
'I have two things for you. First, if Terry shows up, stick with him. Second, I'd like you to check at regular intervals with Mavis. Mavis, you can keep your eyes open for anyone who seems out of place. Most people should identify themselves to you if they knew Gerald but not you. If you notice anyone who avoids you or in any other way seems out of place, tell Lauren.'
'What about Sarah and Carla?” Lauren asked.
'Since they aren't here, all we can do is tell them to keep their eyes and ears open. I know Carla was planning on attending the funeral, but I'm not sure if Sarah's coming.'
'Anyone have any objections?” Aunt Beth asked.
No one did, and they finished their drinks with a discussion of the raffle quilt they were going to be starting for an auction benefiting the Foggy Point No Kill animal shelter. The group was split over the concept, with DeAnn and Connie pushing for dog-theme blocks, while Jenny and Robin wanted something less cutesy. Lauren said she didn't care and frankly, Harriet thought, neither did she.
'There's a family viewing tonight,” Mavis said. “I've been going back and forth about going. But after all this…” She gestured toward the group. “…I'm thinking I should go, just to keep an eye on things. Beth, maybe you and Harriet should come with me.'
'I think that's a good idea,” Robin said. “I mean about taking Harriet and Beth, if you're going to go.'
'Does anyone here speak Dutch?” Lauren asked. The Threads looked at each other, but no one shook her head in the affirmative.
'I know the basics,” Mavis said. “We visited the cousins, but they speak English, so I never really had to go too far with my Dutch.'
'I was hoping you could tell if they were saying anything revealing about Gerald,” Lauren said.
'They're too polite to speak Dutch in a group of English speakers,” Mavis said, “so it won't matter.'
'Of course, we'll go,” Beth said. “If you're sure you're up to it.'
'I'm fine,” Mavis said. “And no offense, Beth, but I'll drive.'
'I'm wounded.'
'Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Harriet said. “I think we all know who would have been in the back seat.'
Mavis and Beth agreed they would all three meet at Mavis's cottage in a half-hour. The rest dispersed after making their various transportation plans for the funeral the next day.
With her good hand needed for driving, Harriet had to wait until she was home before she could call Aiden. She left a message on his cell phone telling him about the viewing she was attending in a short while and then called the animal clinic. The receptionist told her he was with a patient and promised to have him call when he was free.
She went upstairs to search her closet for an appropriate black outfit. Her whole wardrobe had been built around black when she was living in Oakland, but at Aunt Beth's urging, she had purged the black and replaced it with other, neutral-colored basics. She awkwardly pulled a suitcase from the overhead shelf above the hanging bar in the closet. Inside, she had secreted her favorite black sheath and a black three-piece suit far from Aunt Beth's prying eyes.
She opened the case, pulled out the sheath and gave it a shake. She would add a black-and-purple print scarf and it would do just fine.
Chapter 26
'I wondered what you were going to show up in,” Aunt Beth said when Harriet had arrived at Mavis's cottage at the agreed-upon hour. “I was pretty sure you hadn't been shopping.'
'She looks okay to me,” Mavis said, unaware of Aunt Beth's attempt to ban the black from Harriet's closet.
'You always have been an insolent little twerp,” Aunt Beth said with a smile.
She was wearing black pants with a purple rayon blouse and a black hip-length vest. Mavis had chosen black linen pants and a loose-fitting jacket over a cream-colored T-shirt-style linen blouse. Harriet had noticed both her aunt and Mavis were opting for pants more and more often on dress-up occasions to avoid having to wear non- sensible footwear. Today, they both had on their black SAS shoes. Aunt Beth kept encouraging Harriet to try the comfortable shoes, at least while she was working on the long arm machine, but Harriet just couldn't go there yet.
'I guess we better leave,” Mavis said. Harriet could hear the reluctance in her voice.
'You don't have to do this,” Aunt Beth said.
