agenda?â he asked.
Jo took her fatherâs agenda out of her skirt pocket and handed it to him.
He copied down the notations for September 15â Kinch, VHW, 11 p.m., Eleanor Owens, b. 1874, and noted that September 17âs and October 15âs were identicalâ Kinch, VHW, 11 p.m.
When he was finished, he said, âWhat if your uncleâs wrong? What if Eleanor Owens was your fatherâs mistress? She tries to blackmail him. He refuses to pay her. She comes to the house late one night. He lets her in, takes her to his study, and she brandishes a gun, maybe just to scare him. It goes off accidentally. She puts it in his hand andââ
âRuns out of the house through two locked doors?â Jo offered.
âWhat about the studyâs windows?â Eddie asked. âThe police didnât mention anything about them in their report. Were they locked?â
âNo. The locks are old and donât work anymore, but they donât need to.â
âWhy?â Eddie asked.
âBecause the windows themselves are old and canât be raised very high. Perhaps only a foot or so. Papa only had them opened on the hot days, so they wouldâve been closed the night he was killed. Plus theyâre quite high. The studyâs on the second floor, above the ground and first floors. I would guess the windows are twenty feet off the ground, which would make for a long drop.â
Eddie sighed. âFine. The logistics donât work, but sheâs still a suspect. How about the name Kinch?â he said. âHad you ever heard your father mention it?â
âNo, but since itâs a single word I wonder if it might be the name of a ship instead of a person.â
âWhat could a ship have to do with this?â
âI have no idea,â Jo admitted. âWhat about the man I saw looking up at my fatherâs window? What if heâs the murderer? He certainly looked like one.â
âHe could be a suspect, but we still have the same problem. Howâd he get in and back out again?â
âWe donât have anything, do we?â Jo said, discouraged. âOnly a murderer who must be a phantom because he can move through locked doors, or make himself invisible, or ⦠Oh. Oh my God. â
Jo felt as if an icy wind had just blown right through her.
âWhat is it?â Eddie asked, his eyes fastening on hers.
âHe was there, Eddie,â Jo said. âIn the study. The killer was there the whole time!â
âSlow down, Jo. Start at the beginning,â Eddie said. âYouâre talking so fast I canât follow you.â
Jo took a deep breath, let it out, then tried to speak slowly. âThe curtains,â she said. âThe killer was hiding behind the curtains.â
Eddie leaned back in his chair; he gave her a skeptical look.
âTheyâre wide and puffy and they puddle on the floor. I often hid behind them as a child. My entire household could hide behind them. And thatâs where I found the bullet. ⦠Donât you see?â
âYes, I think I do,â Eddie said, sitting up straight.
He locked eyes with Jo. His gaze was electric. Suddenly they had a piece of the puzzle in their hands, and they both knew it.
âThe killer came into my fatherâs study late at nightââ Jo began.
Eddie cut her off. âHow did he get into the house?â
âHe got hold of a key somehow.â
âUnlikely. The four keys were all accounted for, remember? Maybe your father let him in. Because he knew him.â
âOr her,â Jo said darkly.
Eddie nodded. âThey go to your fatherâs study. The killer shoots him. He finds your fatherâs revolver and puts it in his hand. He hears footsteps overhead. Your motherâs. He panics. He knows he canât leave the studyâheâll be seen.â
It was hard for Jo to imagine the scenario of her fatherâs death,
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