size,â Phyllis agreed as she pulled the scarf off Wigginsâ neck and moved in front of Betsy.
Phyllis draped the scarf around Betsyâs neck. âWhen I pull these ends together, I want you to try and stop me while at the same time reaching into your pocket for a gun.â
She started to draw the ends across Betsyâs chest.
âJust a minute. Letâs do this right.â Betsy glanced at the table. âWrap a serviette around a spoon and give it to me,â she instructed Wiggins.
By this time everyone knew what Phyllis was doing and they watched her closely, especially Mrs. Jeffries.
âWind it tight,â Luty ordered as Wiggins grabbed the crumpled white cotton square and wound it around a spoon.
âTry to make it the same size as a derringer,â Ruth suggested.
He snatched another serviette, twisted it onto the spoon, and handed it to Betsy.
Betsy tucked it in the pocket of her skirt. âGood. Now Iâm ready. Go ahead.â
âBe careful.â Smythe half rose from his chair. âIâm fond of that neck, so donât squeeze too much.â
âIâll not hurt her,â Phyllis promised. She pulled at the two ends. âNow.â
Betsy began clawing at the material as it tightened around her neck. âHarder,â she ordered. âPull it tighter.â
Phyllis winced but did as instructed, yanking harder on the scarf while still not wanting to go too far. Betsy grabbed, snatched, and tried her best to get the noose off her neck, but Phyllis held it tight enough that she couldnât.
âThatâs enough,â Mrs. Jeffries said. âWe can all see what must have happened.â
Phyllis dropped the ends and Betsy flipped the material away from her neck. âAre you alright? I didnât hurt you?â the maid asked worriedly.
âOf course not,â Betsy assured her. âWhatâs more, now we know why Edith didnât use her gun. When youâve got something around your neck, you instinctively try to get it off. Once Phyllis started to tighten the scarf, I didnât even think of reaching into my pocket, so itâs a good bet that Edith didnât, either.â
âEspecially as her killer meant business and wanted the woman dead,â Mrs. Goodge said.
âBut weâve learned something else important as well.â Mrs. Jeffries watched Phyllis as she spoke.
âWhat?â Wiggins asked.
âThe killer could just as easily have been a woman as a man.â
Phyllisâ demonstration signaled the end of the meeting. As soon as everyone had gone, Phyllis started to help clear up the table but Mrs. Jeffries sent her on her way.
Mrs. Goodge pulled a battered tray off the shelf from under her worktable. âPhyllis is quite clever, isnât she,â she commented as she began to gather dirty cups and spoons.
âIndeed she is, but I donât think thatâs the reason she knew about what happens to a person when theyâre being strangled.â Mrs. Jeffries sat down heavily in her chair. She hated the thoughts that were crowding into her head, but sheâd been watching the maidâs face and hadnât liked what sheâd seen.
âWhat do you mean by that?â Mrs. Goodge shoved the tray onto the table and sat down.
âDid you notice that during the demonstration, even with the excitement of being right and making her point, Phyllis went very pale, and that when it was over and she looked away for a moment, her lips were trembling?â
âI canât say that I did. I donât like where this conversation is heading, Hepzibah. Are you trying to say what I think youâre saying?â
âI hope to God Iâm wrong and that perhaps Phyllis simply figured out the obvious, namely, that people panic when theyâre being strangled.â
âBut you donât really believe it do you?â Mrs. Goodge sighed. âYou think she knew
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