Ghost at Work: A Bailey Ruth Mystery by Carolyn Hart

Author:Carolyn Hart [Hart, Carolyn]
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780060874360
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2008-10-10T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

If possible, Kathleen looked even more stricken. “You’re going to be here for Thanksgiving?”

Clearly I was not affording her comfort during a difficult time. It’s lonely work to save someone who views you as just one more problem. I resisted the temptation to share my favorite turkey recipe.

Instead I took pity on her obvious despair. “I expect to finish my task before then. That, of course, depends upon you.”

“Me? What can I do?” She wadded damp tissues into a ball.

“Provide information no one else possesses.” I’d never spoken truer words.

Her look of astonishment was genuine.

“Kathleen.” I was patient. “An anonymous caller informed the police that you were at Daryl’s cabin Wednesday night and”—here I spaced my words for emphasis—“you were holding . . . a . . . red . . .

nightgown.”

She waited without a flicker of comprehension.

“What does that tell us?” I remembered my long-ago teaching days and Moby-Dick and the student who couldn’t see why everybody made such a big fuss about a whale.

Her face crinkled with effort. “Daryl told someone?”

“Very unlikely.” I hadn’t known Daryl Murdoch, but nothing I’d learned about him suggested a man who would reveal an episode that made him look foolish and, possibly worse, ridiculous.

She nibbled at her lower lip, knowing the answer, reluctant to voice a chilling truth. “Someone saw me open that box.” Her eyes rounded in scared realization. “Someone was watching through a window.”

“Try to remember everything about the cabin and the woods around it. When you arrived, it was getting dark. Did you see another car?”

“No.” She was definite. “There was only one car, Daryl’s silver Lincoln. Lights were on in the cabin. I could see inside, so the blinds weren’t closed. Anybody could have seen us.”

“The cabin is off the road. You didn’t see another car. Yet someone watched through a window.” I considered why a stealthy approach, which had included hiding either a car or bicycle, might have been made to that cabin. “I think your arrival gave Daryl one more day to live.”

“One more day to live?” Her voice was faint.

“A visitor with innocent intent doesn’t lurk outside and spy. The murderer stood there, gun in hand. When you opened the gift and quarreled with Daryl, the plan changed. Instead of shooting Daryl there and then, the decision was made to lure him to the rectory. The murderer’s plan was for his body to be found on your back porch and your fingerprints in his cabin. Part of the gift box survived the fire until I burned every scrap. You would have been suspect number one.”

Kathleen’s eyes were huge. “That means the murderer knows me. Bailey Ruth, what am I going to do?”

I wafted up and retrieved the notepad from the top of the china cabinet.

Kathleen was too dazed to object to the airborne notebook and pen.

I sat down opposite her. “You won’t be safe—and Father Bill won’t be safe—until Chief Cobb solves the crime.”

Kathleen frowned. “No one could honestly suspect Bill.”

I looked at Kathleen’s tear-streaked face.

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