ahead.â Martha squinted blearily at Nancy, then took a long swallow of coffee.
Nancy held up her forefinger. âOneâon Fridaynight you say Bernard worked straight through with you until nine oâclock. Think carefully, Martha. Did he leave the gallery at any time before that? For example, did he go out to get dinner, or anything?â
âI donâtâ Wait a second. He did go out around seven forty-five to pick up Chinese food for all of us. He was gone for about twenty minutes.â
Aha! One more question, and Nancyâd be sure.
âTwo,â she said. âYou told me his place was being painted. Do you know whether the workers are using oil-based paints or latex?â
Marthaâs eyes widened. âOil, I think,â she said. âIt lasts longer. But what does that have to do with anything?â
Nancy was already halfway to the door. âIâll explain later,â she said. âIâve got to run. But youâve been very helpful.â
âWell, I didnât mean to be,â Martha said dryly. âI just get tired of taking the blame sometimes.â
Nancy hurried out to her car, jumped in, and sped away. Two blocks from the Raphaelsâ house, she stopped at a pay phone to call Ned.
âNed,â she said as soon as he came on the phone, âI know who the kidnapper is. Itâs Bernard!â
Chapter
Thirteen
W HAT ?â N ED CRIED. âWhat are you talking about, Nan? I thought we already ruled him out.â
âWe were wrong,â Nancy replied. âOr, rather, I was wrong. The clues were all there, but I never put them together.â
âWhat clues?â Ned wanted to know.
âWell, remember when Denise said that a friend of her fatherâs named Bernard had recommended Pucciniâs to her? That meant he knew she was going to be there, right?â
âRight,â Ned agreed. âBut so what? He has an alibi for that entire night, doesnât he?â
âNo, he doesnât!â Nancy crowed. âI just talked to Marthaâshe says he was gone between seven forty-five and eight oâclock or so, picking up Chinese food. The Amster Gallery is only aboutfive minutes from the gym where your game was. He could have hurried over, slipped the note into Timâs locker during the halftime chaos, and still had time to get the Chinese food. And then, remember Martha said he left around nine oâclock? He came straight to his house, where his accomplices were waiting with me. He took one look at me, saw that I wasnât Denise, and told them to get rid of me.â Nancy shook her head, annoyed with herself. âI knew I recognized his voice from somewhere,â she muttered. âI just didnât make the connection. And the smell of turpentineâhow could I have missed that?â
âTurpentine?â Ned repeated.
âRight. Heâs having his house painted,â Nancy explained, âand the painters are using oil-based paints. While I was in his house, blindfolded, I smelled the turpentine. I didnât figure out what that meant until just now. I thought it meant I had been at some artistâs studio.â
âWait, wait.â Ned sounded dazed. âThereâs a basic problem here. Why would Bernard go to all this trouble and set up this whole elaborate thing? He works in the Amster Gallery. He could have retrieved that hidden Rembrandt any time he wanted.â
Nancy stamped her feet, which were getting cold. âAh, but he couldnât,â she told Ned. âNot after Mr. Mason put in that new alarm system. It alerts the police if the painting frames are disturbedat all. Bernard himself told me how it worked at the gala last night. He even told me that no one but Mr. Mason could disarm the system, which was a little careless of him.â
âI donât knowâ I never would have made the connections you did. How did you figure all this
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