inside.â
âI canât, yet. I want to see them bring him out. I have to be sure they got him. Iâm really afraid of him. I wonât sleep tonight unless I see him in custody.â
They waited side by side under the streetlight.
âWell, there he is,â Meatâs mother said. âTake a good look.â
The puppeteer came out between two policemen. He was no longer wearing Madame Rosaâs cape, and he was in handcuffs. As the policeman put him in the back of the squad car, Herculeah caught a glimpse of his face. He no longer looked frightening. He looked frightened.
âDoesnât look as dangerous as I thought he would,â Meatâs mother said.
âWhen he was holding that knife, he looked dangerous.â
âLooks can fool you sometimes.â
Herculeah nodded. âVoices, too. I actually believed he was Madame Rosa.â A sudden thought caused her to draw in her breath. âOh, Iâm going to have to go back for Tarot.â
âThat awful bird. I went over to Madame Rosaâs one timeâI needed to give her a piece of my mind about somethingâand the bird flew off its perch like it was trying to attack me. Maybe that wasnât its intention, but one of its claws got caught in my necklace. Fortunately, I wasnât wearing my pearls. I had on some cheerful plastic things I won at Bingo. If they hadnât been pop-it beads, they would have been ruined.â
Meatâs mother stuck her frying pan under her arm, since it obviously was not going to be needed. She sighed.
That sigh told Herculeah they were getting ready to talk about something more serious than pop-it beads.
âI wish I understood why this terrible murder happened,â Meatâs mother said.
âIt happened, I think, because a boy tried to scare his mother,â Herculeah said.
âScare his own mother?â
âYes.â
âWell, thank goodness my Albert doesnât do that.â
âNo, you have a wonderful son.â Herculeah broke off. âOh, thereâs my mom. Sheâll help me now. Thank you very, very much.â
âJust stay out of trouble. That will be thanks enough.â
âI will.â
âAnd keep my Albert out of trouble, too.â
Herculeah waited for the squad car to pull away. Then she walked over to her motherâs car and stood there impatiently.
âWhat was that police car doing here? There hasnât been another murder, has there?â
âNo,â Herculeah said, âbut almost. The victim this time would have been me.â She put her arms around her mother. âI am so glad to see you.â
âWhat happened?â Her mother drew back to take a better look at Herculeah.
âWell, I got this telephone call andââ
There was a whine from the backseat of the car. âWhatâs that noise?â Herculeah asked, bending down to peer into the rear window. She looked at her mother in amazement. âMom, itâs a dog. Youâve got a dog. Why? You have never liked dogs.â
âI like them even less now. Remember I told you about that couple who were divorcing and one of them kidnapped the dog? Well, nothing would do but I had to get the dog backâwhich I did. Now, would you believe it, nobody wants the dog. They never did. They were just using him to fight over. See if you can get him out of the car, Herculeah. His name is Trip.â
Herculeah looked at the dog in the backseat. He was a large yellow ball of misery, curled up, trembling with the indignity of being kidnapped and abandoned.
âCome on, Trip,â Herculeah said in a kind voice. As she bent down, her knees began to shake again. âMom, my knees wonât stop shaking. Oh, Iâve got to tell you this one thing. It canât wait. The puppeteer killed Madame Rosa!â
âWhoâs the puppeteer?â
âOh, Mom.â
âWell, get this dog out of the car, and
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