The Throne of Pandaemonium by Jack Hands

Author:Jack Hands [Hands, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independently published
Published: 2024-05-05T00:00:00+00:00

“More quilting?” Lawrence asked, opening the guest room door to check on Eleanor. She had woken up from her nap and was sitting in a rocking chair, needle and thread running through her hands as she stitched together a blanket. Night had begun, with Mary Anne and Dr. Carter packing up in the foyer to head home.

“Yes,” Eleanor responded, setting her things down. She had a maternal glow. Could I really leave her? Even if it meant having the life I’ve always wanted? “Mrs. William has me working for my stay. She says she’s been trying to finish a picnic blanket for this summer but keeps getting sidetracked. I figured I’d help her since she’s been so accommodating to us.” She grinned. She has the same smile as her mother. “But to be honest, I don’t mind it. It’s relaxing—especially after hearing about your parents’ situation earlier today.”

Lawrence approached, nodding. He didn’t want to think about his parents anymore; it was too difficult. “Since when did you learn to stitch so well?”

Eleanor put a hand on her hip exaggeratedly. “Larry, I’ve always been able to do it. My mother taught me growing up on the farm. It’s one of the things I really pride myself in. I’ve worked at it for years.” I never knew that.

Lawrence’s eyes went wide suddenly, his mind racing. “Eleanor, just how familiar are you with different kinds of fabric?”

She pondered. “Oh, only somewhat. I could tell the difference between materials, if that’s what you mean. I’m not an expert though. If you want information in that area, you should ask Mrs. Williams.”

“The torn clothing—do you think she’d be able to recognize the type of fabric it is?”

“I’m not sure,” Eleanor said. “But you might as well give it a try. She worked as a seamstress previously.” The two stood up and rushed down the hallway, bursting into the foyer. I could be on the verge of a breakthrough. Mary Anne and Dr. Carter were preparing to leave. Lawrence grabbed the fabric.

“What’s he up to?” The professor asked. “Lawrence?”

“When he’s set on something, there’s no reaching him,” Eleanor murmured. The three of them followed him through the front entryway.

“Mrs. Williams!” Lawrence called, entering the kitchen. The small woman jumped—she had been setting out the silverware for dinner. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He held out the black clothing to her. She took the material into her hands. “Is there any chance that you might be able to identify what kind of fabric this is? Please, it’s very important. It has to do with solving the kidnappings. It’s our only clue.”

“Oh! Well then, I’ll do my best.” She groaned as she lowered into one of the dining chairs. The four of them watched her intensely. Mrs. Williams’ wrinkled hand ran across the fabric. She turned it over and examined it from the other side. “This is seriously quality material—some of the finest I’ve ever seen, even with the weather damage.” Mrs. Williams ran her fingers through the inside, surprised by its softness.

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