Remember when he insisted on taking the bag with him on the raft?â
I nodded.
âI asked him about it after the raft trip. And he told me. I didnât appreciate the way he ignored my order. He told me that in Salt Lake City heâd bought a very expensive gift for a friend in Cody. The friendâs a doctor and heâs going to change the bandage on Charlesâs hand. He says he bought a one-of-a-kind piece of Native American pottery. The gallery wrapped it pretty well but he doesnât have any kind of insurance on it in case it gets broken or stolen, and we donât, either.â Declan spread his hands in a helpless gesture. âSo he takes it with himâeven on a raft.â
âIâd think carrying it everywhere would be riskier,â I said.
âHe carries it very care-ful-ly.â Declan drawled the words out like some kind of comedian.
âYou know, I saw inside that bag,â I told him. âIt didnât look like Native American pottery to me. There was a black string thing.â
âCould be the wrapping for the pottery piece has a string around it,â Declan said. âAnd Iâm not saying he hasnât got something else in there with it. He probably has.â
âSomething private and precious?â I asked.
âWhat?â
âNothing. Have you noticed he keeps it locked?â
âIâve noticed. Thatâs his prerogativeâthat means his choice.â
I thought it wiser not to say I knew what âprerogativeâ meant. âCanât you just ask him to open the bag for you? Tell him that you need to examine whatâs inside?â
âNo way. I donât have the right to go looking in our guestsâ private luggage. How would you like it if I said, âKevin, open that bag of yours. I want to see whatâs inside.ââ
I shrugged. âYou can if you want.â
âYour dirty laundry? No thanks.â Declan grinned.
I stood up. âWell, Iâve told you.â
âAnd you should have. Thatâs what Iâm here for.â He put out his hand for me to shake, which I did, man to man.
He walked me to the door. âHave you seen Old Faithful yet?â he asked. âSheâs just about ready to blow. Check the notice in the lobby when you go through. They keep the times posted by the front desk.â
I nodded.
Well, Iâd told him and heâd given me an answer. But did I believe it?
CHAPTER 13
G randma and I walked out to watch Old Faithful blow and it was something to see against the night sky. I wondered if a blue whaleâs spout went that high. We oohâd and ahâd and cheered with everyone else.
âWay to go, Old Faithful!â
Charles Stavros watched, too, sitting alone on one of the benches, the red bag on his lap. Once I thought I saw his lips move and I imagined him saying to the bag, âIâm glad you could see this with me. Enjoy it, because now itâs almost over.â
My own imagination could make my skin crawl.
Dinner at the inn was great, but I had the most miserable, jumpy, nerve-racking night, checking on the paper scrap Iâd wedged again in Charles Stavrosâs door. I was up so many times that at the end I think I was sleepwalking. No devoted assistant to help me.
âIâm on the other floor,â Geneva had said. âI canât go walking around the corridors and up and down the stairs in the middle of the night.â Sheâd given me that honest navy blue stare. âSorry, Kev!â
Yeah, sure.
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The next day we spent touring Yellowstone National Park. That is some big park! Declan says there are over 10,000 hot springs within its boundaries. We didnât see all of them, but we sure saw a lot. Two-thirds of the geysers in the world are located here. I have to say Declan keeps us well informed.
All the time I was admiring these natural wonders, I was keeping an eye out on Stavros, who
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