desk. One was your motherâs and was in her bedroom. Theakstonâs was in his vest pocket. The fourth, Mrs. Nelsonâs, was hanging on a hook by the pantry.â
Eddie stopped speaking. His frown deepened.
âWhat is it?â Jo asked.
âMrs. Nelson stated that she hadnât been able to find her key when she went to bed that night. Buckley noted that she was distressed because she was worried the killer had used her key to get inside the house. Theakston was able to calm her down when he confirmed that her key was, in fact, hanging in its usual place.â Eddie looked at Jo. âThat sounds odd to me.â
âNot if you know Mrs. Nelson. Sheâs very absentminded. Always misplacing things,â Jo said. âMaybe the shock of my fatherâs death made her think sheâd lost her key when she hadnât.â
âThat could explain it,â Eddie allowed. âThe last thing the report mentions is your uncleâs arrival. Miss Klopp went to his house to fetch him. He answered the door himself. He was up late working in his study. His servants had gone to bed. He rushed to your house, accompanied by Miss Klopp. When he saw his brotherâs body, he collapsed. Dr. Koehler and one of the officers helped him up and took him out of the room. Dr. Koehler wanted him to lie down, but Mr. Montfort said he was fine, he just needed a glass of water. He went to the kitchen. Koehler and the police captainâPerkinsâwent with him.â
Joâs heart ached for her uncle. Heâd never told her that heâd collapsed. Which was just like him, stoic and protective. He mustâve been devastated when he saw his brotherâs body, yet his first thought had been to guard the family from scandal.
Eddie suddenly slapped his notepad down on the table, startling Jo.
âThis makes no sense,â he said, frustration in his voice. âHow did the killer get in, fire a shot, and get out again totally unseen? The doors to your house were all locked. The door to your fatherâs study was locked, too, from the inside. The whole scenarioâs impossible.â
Joâs heart sank. Sheâd hoped they were getting close to an answer.
Eddie ran a hand through his hair. âWeâre missing something here. We must be. Do any of the Van Houten partners have a key to your house? Could one have come back later that night?â he asked.
âAre you suggesting that one of my fatherâs partners killed him? After your ridiculous suggestion that my mother might have?â Jo asked, incredulous.
âItâs a possibility,â Eddie said.
âNo, itâs not, â Jo retorted. âNone of them has a key to our house. My father grew up with these men, Eddie. They are all from old and fine families. Itâs inconceivable that theyâd harm him. And Iâm sure they all accounted for themselves on the evening of his death.â
âYeah, they did,â Eddie said, paging through his notes. âThey were all at homeâScully, Beekman, Brevoort, Tuller. What about your uncle? Does he have a key?â
âMy uncle,â Jo said flatly. âMy fatherâs only brother. The man who is a second father to me.â
Eddie nodded.
âYou yourself just told me that he was at home when my father was killed. Pauline Klopp, a maid, was sent to fetch him. She saw him there. He answered the door. But even if he hadnât been at home, the mere idea of him killing my father is completely absurd.â
âHow about rivals? Business competitors?â
Jo raised an eyebrow. âCan you really see elderly Mr. Woolcott Sloan of Sloan and Thorpe Shipping shooting my father ? Who do you think these people are, Eddie? Pirates?â
Eddie drummed his fingers on the table, then picked up a pen that was lying there. âCan I look at the names and notations you told me about on our way to the morgue? The ones from your fatherâs
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