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us about Conradâs death?â
I turned around to face the crowd so that I could watch their reactions as I spokeâespecially the reaction of Buckley, who was now my prime suspect. In my opinion, anyone who could burn a book was capable of murder. âThereâs not much to tell. Dr. Beeson was visiting Barton Farm this morning in preparation for the tree tapping class that he was to teach on the Farm tomorrow morning.â
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Stroud stiffen when I mentioned the class. I waited a beat to see if he would say anything. When he remained silent, I went on. âBeeson went off by himself to check another group of trees and presumably had a heart attack. My assistant and I found him and called 911.â
âSo he wasnât murdered?â someone asked.
âThe police havenât made a formal announcement,â I said, hoping that Gavin wouldnât share what I told him earlier.
That hope went unanswered, because Gavin stepped forward. âThe police say he was murdered, and they think it was me.â
Conversation erupted as the men discussed this latest bit of information.
âThatâs ridiculous,â Webber said. âMy son wouldnât do this.â
I found his denial of Gavinâs guilt interesting, especially after the argument theyâd had by the sugarhouse just a few hours ago.
âWe all know they think it was him,â said a man in the back smugly. He had a short blond ponytail and a goatee.
Gavinâs father glowered at him.
The other man seemed unfazed. âAnd we all know that both you and Gavin have a reason to want Conrad Beeson dead. With him gone, youâll be able to retain your rights to tap the trees in the park.â
Gavin stepped forward. âWere you the one who told the police what I said to him, Daniel?â
Daniel rocked back on his heels.
I was beginning to wonder if the Sap and Spile club should be billed as a fight club. Iâd only been there for a half hour and all Iâd witnessed so far was a litany of arguments among the members. I supposed that I could cut them some slack, considering their club president had just been killed, but I had a feeling that many of their meetings went like this, murder or no murder.
Daniel glared at me. âTonightâs meeting is a joke. We should have canceled it the moment we heard about Conradâs death. Itâs gotten so bad that weâre even allowing women into our meetings. Oh, how swiftly we have fallen.â
What was it, 1908?
âNow, Daniel,â Buckley said. âGavin asked Ms. Cambridge to come to shed some light what happened to Conrad. We can make an exception for such an important matter, canât we?â
A white-haired man at the front of the room spoke up. âI agree. And I also agree with Ms. Cambridge that burning books is not something we should do. We should return these copies here to Conradâs family, and theyâll decide what to do with them.â He shook his head. âIt just seems such a shame that Conrad would drop dead like that right after his book was released. He said heâs been working on it for years.â
Stroud gripped his gavel so tightly his knuckles turned white.
âIs something wrong, Robert?â Buckley asked.
The smaller man released the gavel as if it caused him pain to do so. âIâI was just thinking of the injustice of what happened to Conrad. Itâs terrible.â He cleared his throat. âBut Danielâs right. I think we should end the meeting early tonight. Weâre not doing any good here fighting about Conrad and his book.â He smacked his gavel on the tabletop. âMeeting adjourned.â
The men in the room muttered to each other as they shuffled to the door to leave. I watched them go. Iâd come to the meeting looking for an alternative suspect to Gavin, and it appeared I had more than I could handle. I wondered if
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