minutes, until it is just done. Do not overcook the chicken. Remove from the pan and set aside.
Reheat the pan over high heat and add the water. Quickly stir up the browned bits from the bottom of the pan, then add the asparagus, water chestnuts, and black bean sauce. Cover the pan and cook over medium heat for 2 to 5 minutes, until the asparagus is bright green but still crunchy. Add the chicken. Stir over medium-high heat until the mixture is heated through. Season to taste with pepper. Serve immediately over hot rice.
Serves 4.
If you cannot find flack bean sauce in the Oriental section of your local grocery store, the grocery manager should be able to order it for you. The brand I use id Ka-Me. I ceased being frustrated by its frequent unavailability at my local store once I started ordering it by the case. Order forms are usually available at the customer service desk; the order generally takes about two weeks to a month to fill. Ordering by the case usually means you will receive a substantial discount.
I mean, he’s the owner, but they didn’t have him around to sign a consent-to-search. And what are the cops going to do, get a warrant to traipse through a mine? That string of lights doesn’t go back very far I can’t believe someone from law enforcement would go deep into the Eurydice Mine just to look around.” She paused. “On the other hand, Albert certainly wouldn’t make a getaway without all that gold. It’s worth a couple hundred thousand at least.”
I said, “But still… if Albert’s ? or the disguised bald person’s ? point was to steal Prospect’s assets, why wouldn’t he or she have gone into the mine to get the gold samples sometime in the last week?” Wait a minute. I remembered back to the party, when Albert and Tony had both entered the mine to get the samples. Why wouldn’t just one of them have gone, with a wheelbarrow? Why would they both go? “What do you know about the mine safe?” I quickly asked Marla. “How hard is it to get into?”
“Oh my gosh,” Marla said suddenly. “Oh, Lord. This isn’t generally known. I’ll bet even Captain Shockley doesn’t know. Opening that safe is like using nukes on a sub.”
“Wow,” Arch interrupted. “You mean when you have two guys with encoded messages? Then each guy uses his key to activate the weapons? It’s so cool. You can’t do it alone. That’s to keep some crazy guy from like, blowing up the world.” I gave Marla a hard look. She said, “It takes Albert and Tony both to open the mine safe.”
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General Bo rubbed his hand over his mowed scalp. “So,” he observed, “if our villain is after money ? and so far he’s proven that he is, if he’s the same guy who hit the bank-then he’s got to drag his partner up to that mine to get the gold out. Framing Marla was a brilliant way to get the authorities off his track, so he could have time to cash in and then get out.”
“But why ruin the company?” I asked. “And why wait a week to do all this? There has to be some other explanation. Maybe this evidence points to some other person. Some other motivation.”
Marla and I hashed it through. Eileen Tobey would know about theatrical disguises, the proximity of the cabin, the existence of the gold bars. Plus, she hated Tony and loved money. The clients closest to Tony and Albert were the Trotfields and the Hardcastles. They stood to lose a lot of money if the mine investment was a scam. Sam Perdue desperately needed capital for his soup restaurant chain. Victoria Lear, one of the primary rebuffers-of-Sam, had learned the lie of L-208.
Had anyone else? Who besides Marla and the two partners knew of the two-lock safe deep inside the Eurydice? Maybe Tony had another girlfriend. Maybe Albert had told someone else, like the police captain in charge of security.
“Go to sleep,’: Bo chided after we’d spent a fruitless hour trying to figure out who knew what and when they knew it.
Marla and I lay down on the cold, musty-smelling beds. Arch and Jake claimed the back of Lady Maureen. The general extinguished the kerosene lamps, and stretched out on the floor. The fire’s embers glowed, crackled, and waned, from time to time shooting up a flare of flame. I tried to sleep. Exhausted as I was, slumber eluded me. After a while I crept over to one of the windows arid tried to send thoughts to Tom: We’re all right. We’ll be home soon.
Eleven o’clock. My son’s measured breathing, a sound I would recognize even if he were thirty feet away, filled the darkened cabin. Midnight: The rain ceased, and Marla was snoring. By two, I thought I was the only one awake, although the general’s breathing was as hushed and catlike as his movements. Out the window, the clouds had thinned to fast-moving wisps. When the moon emerged from behind a skein of haze, I glanced in the direction of the creek, half expecting to see the ghost of that tragic, long-buried bride. But there was only fog, wafting through the trees. Tom, I thought, how are you? But I heard no answer and saw nothing. The only spirit I felt was my own, and it was full of pain.
I must have fallen asleep. I was startled awake with my forehead pressed against the frigid windowpane. I tensed and brought my head up abruptly. What was that sound? It was nearby: a door creaking open. Narrowing my eyes, I could make out Arch and General Bo Farquhar moving through pewter-colored predawn light. My son gripped the leash of a panting, nervous Jake. For a fleeting moment, I thought I must be trapped in a lost episode from Little House on the Prairie. Where was Michael Landon and his ever-hopeful little family? And why was I staring at the large head of a dead tiger?
I rubbed my eyes, surveyed the cabin interior, and tried to think. The chaotic events of the previous day welled up. I shivered and checked my watch. It was Tuesday, June 15, just after five in the morning. Outside, Bo, Arch, and Jake stopped beside the pump. The bloodhound was sniffing, his nose pressed to the soggy earth, his tail curled high. Ever wary, Bo held his deadly-looking gun at his side. Below the cabin, a milky fog poured between the trees. Usually a fast, low white cloud means a front is moving through. With any luck, the frigid vapor would soon burn off. Maybe we’d even have a clear day.
Marla roused herself to her knees, peered out, and grunted. “If we’re going to have English weather, can’t we at least have crumpets?”
Her eyes met mine across the cabin space. A lump formed in my throat. What a mess. My best friend had been arrested for murder and neither ‘my policeman husband nor I had been able to help her. Now we were all outside the law, and the person who’d framed her for the crime was probably long gone.
I said, “How are you doing?” Marla answered ruefully. “Wait until I have some caffeine, before you ask me that. I know, I know ? I’m not supposed to drink the stuff, but I’m desperate. Is there any?”
“Is there what?” General Bo Farquhar’s arrival startled me, as he always moved so silently. He entered with a load of firewood, Arch and Jake behind him. The dog looked crestfallen. “What do you girls want now, eggs Benedict?”
I pointed my finger at him. “Don’t call me a girl, boy. Did you bring in that cell phone?”
He deposited the wood, spanked his hands together to rid them of mud and bark, and brought me the phone. “Try not to get the police onto us. Also, if you want breakfast, you’ll have to improvise, since all the eggs are broken.”
Breakfast could wait. Bo had activated the cellular; I punched in our home number and suppressed a worry of how cops traced cell calls. In any event, I seriously doubted the Furman County Sheriffs Department possessed such technology. The phone rang once.
“Schulz.” His voice was scratchy with sleep. “
It’s me.?
I heard him sigh. “Where are you? Are you coming home? Is Arch all right?”
“He’s fine, we all are. We’re out in the wild trying to track Tony.” He groaned. I went on: “Listen, I’m certain that Tony Royce didn’t drown in that creek. And after I talked to you yesterday, I got information that Prospect Financial was lying about the mine being closed down during the 1940s. Also, we’ve found a bloody test tube and a disguise.”
“A test tube and a what?”
“A bald disguise. Like a cap. That someone would wear to look bald. Say, if a person wanted to look like Albert Lipscomb. Think those two items would be enough to clear Marla of drowning her boyfriend? Talk fast, I don’t want anyone to trace this.”
