would decide after she had tackled the bedroom.
âPerhaps I should take a day off more often,â she said to Nat when he called her around noon to see how she was getting on. âAnd I have decided on wallpaper.â
âWallpaper? What the heck are you talking about?â
âTo redo the kitchen walls. Iâm going out to buy some this afternoon.â
âOh, Maggie,â he groaned, âIâm not very good at wallpapering. All that sticky paste stuff. Letâs just repaint.â
âYouâve no need to worry. Iâve done it before.â
âSomehow,â he replied, âI have an awful feeling that Iâm not going to escape that easily. Youâll be in tomorrow?â
âOf course. Is everything okay?â
âJacquelyn left a message that she would like to see us as soon as possible. Iâll get Henny to set up a time.â
After replacing the receiver, Maggie had a leisurely lunch and then went shopping for wallpaper. She chose white daisies on a yellow background.
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THE NEXT MORNING, VANCOUVER awoke to a two-inch blanket of snow. When Maggie reached the office, Nat announced, âWeâll take the Chevy to Jacquelyn Duboisâs house. My tires are better than yours in this weather.â
When they reached the house on Southwest Marine Drive, the flagstone path leading up to the ornate double front door had not been shovelled.
âGuess weâre the first to visit her this morning,â Maggie observed, looking down at the virgin snow. She stopped for a moment to look around the large garden. âOh, Nat, just look how all the trees and bushes sparkle!â
He glanced at his watch. âItâs twenty after eleven. Youâd have thought someone, say the maid, would have left footprints.â Then he laughed. âI bet thereâs a back entrance for the help.â
âAre we considered help?â Maggie asked as she rang the front doorbell for the second time. âYou did tell her eleven?â
âPerhaps weâd better try the back,â Nat said after Maggie had rung once again. Stepping off the porch, he turned and stood looking at the house. On the left was the two-car garage and on the right the flagstone path led around the side of the house and up to a vine-covered latticed fence and latched gate. Nat led the way to the right. âUgh!â he yelled suddenly. The path was close to the house, and a gob of the rapidly melting snow had plopped wetly from the eaves and down his neck.
There was no response to their repeated pressing of the back entrance bell either. âWhere the hell is the woman?â Nat stormed. Then, in exasperation, he tried the door handle. It was open. âMrs. Dubois,â he yelled. âMrs. Dubois, are you there?â He turned to Maggie. âThatâs it! Iâm not wasting any more time. Come on.â He closed the door and started back the way they had come.
âPerhaps somethingâs wrong,â Maggie answered. âI think we should have a look.â
âSheâs probably gone out and forgotten we were coming.â
âNo, Nat. Ours are the only footprints.â
âShe couldâve gone out before the snow started.â
âBut it didnât start snowing until after midnight.â
âWell then, maybe sheâs staying with a friend.â
âAnd left the house unlocked? I donât think so.â She turned the door handle and stepped into the immaculate kitchen. âWell, she had dinner here last night,â she said, pointing to a couple of china plates, two empty wine glasses and some cutlery that had been left to dry on a rack. âBut there are no breakfast dishes.â
âWeâre trespassing, Maggie.â
âSomething doesnât feel right. Iâm going to look through the rest of the house.â Before Nat could stop her, she had opened the door into the large hallway and
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