youâre happy. You paid for it. I have to say, if Iâm any good, itâs all thanks to Marnie. She taught me well, but I think I still have a ways to go before I can say Iâm as good as she is.â She paused. âYou didnât come all the way out here just for that, did you?â
âI had an errand in town and thought Iâd stop by,â I said, trying vainly to think of some way to bring the conversation around to Bruce. âAlso, I do have an ulterior motive. There was one kind of cookie you brought over, with butterscotch chips and nuts. They were so delicious. Iâve been dying to ask Marnie to make them, but I donât know what theyâre called.â
âYou must be talking about my pecan rolls.â
âWhatever they were, I loved them.â
âThe only other cookies I brought were chocolate chip. If you give me a sec, Iâll write down the recipe for you in case Marnie doesnât have it.â She went behind the counter, got a pad and pencil and returned. As she jotted down the ingredients, I cleared my throat.
âI suppose you heard about Helen Dubois. Such a tragedy.â
She gave me a blank look. âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou donât know? Helen is dead.â I decided not to mention I was the person who had found her body.
She covered her mouth in horror. âYou canât be serious.â
âIâm afraid so.â
âHow did she die?â
âItâs not official yet, but the word is that she was strangled. The police have declared her death suspicious.â
âYou mean she was murdered? How awful. Do the police have any suspects?â
I shook my head. âThey asked me if I noticed anything at the party. But I was so busy playing hostess, I didnât. Were you and Helen close?â
âI hardly knew her,â she said.
âIâve heard that she and Bruce Doherty argued that night. Did you witness that?â
âNo.â
âDid he say anything to you that night about Helen?â
She stopped and stared at me. âWhat are you talking about?â
âI saw you two having a long conversation near the food table. I was wondering what you were talking about.â
âHe and I shared a few wordsâhello, nice to meet you, that sort of thing. But I wouldnât say we chatted for any length of time.â She gave me awary look as if she were trying to assess whether I believed her. I did not.
âReally? How strange. I could have sworn you were carrying on quite a long conversation.â
Her mouth tightened. âI donât even know the man. I canât imagine what I would want to talk to him about.â She picked up her pencil and resumed writing. âLetâs see. One cup of golden raisins. One cup of pecans.â
âIâd never met her fiancé before that party. What was your impression of him?â
âCanât say that I got any impression one way or another,â she said curtly. âWhy all the questions? Are you working for the police now?â
I felt the blood rise to my face.
âOf course not. Itâs just that Marnie is my friend, and I have a bad feeling about this man. I want to know whether sheâs making a huge mistake marrying him. Melinda, if thereâs anything you know about him, please tell me. Marnie was good to you. Donât you think you owe her the truth?â
She seemed to debate with herself. Then suddenly she said. âI didnât want to say anything, but . . . he and I did talk. At first it was just polite conversation, at least on my part. But he became very rude, making comments about my figure and suggesting that we get together. Thatâs when I walked away. If it had been anybody but Marnieâs fiancé, I would have slapped him in the face, but I didnât want to make a scene at her engagement party.â
My mouth dropped. Now that I had the
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