â¦?â
âDone what?â It was the Reaseys turn to arrive on the scene, and they also looked at the returned artwork with genuine surprise. âWell, my goodness, Ruthie baby â¦â
âThe Marz twins have played a most entertaining hoax upon us,â Mrs. Towbler told them.
âBut I didnâtââ Mitchell began as Miss Cadburrie quickly interrupted him.
âHow do you know it was a hoax?â she demanded.
Mrs. Towbler gave the ill-tempered woman her sweetest and most condescending smile. âWhatever else could it have been, my dear lady, except a divertisement intended to enliven our visit? Something thatâs stolen doesnât magically reappear, does it? At least, at home thatâs not how cases of larceny work; a family heirloom is purloined, and thatâs the last one sees of it. Clearly, we were intended to solve âThe Mystery of the Missing Manuscriptâ over dinner last night, and we all failed the test miserably.â She laughed. âI must fetch my husband ⦠and Mr. Heath, as well. Poor man, he was such a nervous wreck, yesterdayââ
âBarry Heath told us he never gets up before ten,â was Miss Cadburrieâs chilly response, although Mrs. Towbler had already sailed from the room.
Fourteen
S O thatâs it? The missing poem was nothing but a prank?â Belle asked Rosco as she took careful aim, tossing a stick for Kit and Gabby to chase across the snowy grounds of the âdog parkââwhat had once been the spacious seaside lawns of the long-defunct Dew Drop Inn and that now served as a dog-run, toboggan-slalom, kite-flying arena, and all-around good-time gathering spot.
Rosco automatically ducked as the gnarled piece of wood took to the skies. If their years together had taught him only one thing about his wife, it was that she couldnât throw worth a darn. The stick was liable to go backward, straight up in the air, veer heavily to the right while she was facing left, or plop down a mere six feet in front of her. âTricksâ only a dog could love; anyone else would be best advised to wear protective head gear.
âLongfellow makes a surprise reappearance,â Belle continued, âthe guests disperse with smiles on their faces and a charming tale to tell to their neighbors. Ditto the decorators. Kind of a tempest in a teapotâor in this case, an antique Paul Revere tankard. If I hadnât seen for myself how concerned Mitchell Marz was, Iâd wonder whether the entire scenario had been part of a publicity stunt.â¦â She gave Rosco a wry smile. âYou donât have to duck, you know.â
âI do if I donât want to be beaned in the noggin.â
âHas one of my throws ever bopped you in the head?â she demanded in shocked surprise.
âYou want me to answer that leading question for you, Poly-crates?â Al asked as he ambled through the snow to join the couple. With Al was Skippy, the butterscotch-colored labrador-shepherd-and-who-knew-what-else former stray who was the canine light of the homicide detectiveâs life.
âBe my guest, Al.â
Lever looked at Belle, and, as always, chickened out from voicing anything remotely resembling criticism. In his opinion, marrying the crossword editor was the best thing his former partner had ever done. âYou see, Belle, weâre all good at something.⦠Your skill happens to be with words, whereas your hubby and I ⦠well, letâs just say weâre more adept with the old sticks and stones.â
Belle gave him a sardonic glance. ââSticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt meâ? Is that your inference?â
âI was thinking, âThe pen is mightier than the swordâ kind of thing,â was Alâs quick retort.
âFlatterer,â Belle laughed while Rosco shook his head.
âTalk softly and toss a big stick?â Rosco
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