“Wance!” She ran to him and held out her arms. Lance pushed back his chair and picked her up. He hugged her tight, and Tippy wrapped her arms around his neck. “Oh, Wance, I’m so gwad you is here. Can you come pway with me and Benjy?”
Lance eased his grip on Tippy and let her down. He smiled. “I’d love to play with you, sweetie. And Benjy, too.” He smiled at Benjy as well, and Benjy blushed slightly.
An’gel hoped Lance wouldn’t make a nuisance of himself where Benjy was concerned, but she trusted Benjy to handle the situation on his own.
“Come on upstairs with us, then, if you’re finished with your meal,” Benjy said. “While you and Tippy are playing, I’ll go get Tippy’s two new friends, Peanut and Endora, so they can play, too.”
Lance frowned. “I haven’t met them, have I? I don’t think I know any children named Peanut and Endora.”
Tippy giggled as she tugged on Lance’s hand. “Siwwy Wance. Peanut is a doggie, and Endowa is a kitty. Come on.” She tugged again, and Lance yielded.
“I like dogs and cats,” Lance said earnestly to Benjy. “So I’ll be happy to meet these friends of yours.”
Benjy glanced quickly at An’gel and then at Dickce, and for a moment An’gel thought he was appealing for help. Then she realized he was trying hard not to laugh. She covered her mouth quickly with her napkin and coughed to keep from laughing herself.
Lance and the excited Tippy left the room, and Benjy, shaking his head, followed them.
Dickce looked at An’gel. “I don’t know about you, Sister, but I could use a nap. I didn’t get enough sleep last night. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll go lie down for a bit.”
“You go right ahead,” An’gel said. “I wouldn’t mind doing that myself, but first I want to talk to Estelle.”
“About what?” Dickce asked as she rose from the table.
“I’ll tell you later,” An’gel said. “You go on and get some rest, and we’ll discuss it when you’re up from your nap.”
Dickce shrugged. “I’m not going to argue.” She yawned. “See you in a while.”
An’gel hadn’t quite finished her meal. She ate the remainder quickly, her mind on the looming confrontation with Estelle. This time she was determined not to let the woman’s rudeness put her off. She would persevere until Estelle answered her questions.
She pushed back her chair and dropped her napkin beside her plate. She realized Estelle might have left the kitchen by now, but An’gel was determined to find her, wherever she might be.
She found only Jackson in the kitchen. “Where is Estelle? I really need to talk to her.”
“She’s gone to her apartment,” Jackson said. “I reckon she was going to lie down.”
“This is something that won’t wait,” An’gel said. “Thank you, Jackson.” She marched to the back door, intent on confronting the housekeeper.
The air outside was cool, and An’gel blinked several times as her eyes adjusted to the bright sun. As soon as they had, she struck off across the backyard toward the servants’ quarters. The renovated building lay about fifty yards from the rear of Willowbank, and An’gel reached it quickly. There were four apartments, and as An’gel recalled, Estelle occupied the one at the end farthest from the house.
She knocked on the door. “Estelle, I have to talk to you.” She waited a moment, then knocked again. “Estelle, open this door.”
Seconds later, the door swung open. Estelle glared at her. “What’s so all-fired important that you’re bothering me now? I need to rest.” She held a large, half-empty bottle in her hand. An’gel recognized it as an expensive brand of whiskey. She hadn’t figured Estelle for a tippler, but if she was a heavy drinker, that might explain a few things about her disposition.
“I have some questions, and you’re going to answer them.” An’gel charged forward. Estelle yielded and backed away from the door.
An’gel didn’t waste time examining the surroundings. She intended to push Estelle hard to get her answers.
“You cleaned up the mess after Sondra threw all those scraps of fabric down from the second floor, didn’t you?”
Was it her imagination, or did Estelle look relieved at the question?
“Yes, I did.” Estelle moved past her and walked over to a table that held a glass and a siphon. “I was always cleaning up Sondra’s messes.”
An’gel paid no attention to the bitterness in the woman’s voice. “Did you happen to notice that the scraps you picked up weren’t from the antique wedding gown?”
Estelle appeared faintly surprised. She set the bottle down on the table next to the glass. “How did you find that out?”
“I found a scrap you missed,” An’gel said. “When I looked at it closely, I realized it wasn’t satin. Then I went upstairs and found the gown, intact, in the bottom drawer of Mireille’s chifforobe.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Estelle asked. “The gown is safe, not that it’s going to do anybody any good. Mireille will never be able to look at it again.” She picked up the whiskey bottle and poured three fingers into the glass on the table.
“I know it was the replica of the gown that Sondra destroyed,” An’gel said. “I talked to Jacqueline, and she believes someone put Sondra up to destroying it as a joke on her grandmother.”
Estelle’s eyes narrowed. “Do you think I’d do something like that? To Mireille, the best friend I ever had?”
An’gel stared hard at her. “You tell me. If you didn’t do it, who did?”
“I’ve got my own ideas about that.” Estelle picked up the glass. “You leave it to me. I’ll find out who did it and make him pay for what he did to Mireille.” She lifted the glass and tossed the entire contents into her mouth. She swallowed and set the glass down. An’gel wanted to grab hold of her and shake her till her teeth fell out, as her mother used to say.
To An’gel’s surprise, Estelle started shaking on her own. Then she began clawing at her throat and gasping. She pitched forward onto the floor, writhed for about five seconds, and then was still.
CHAPTER 29
Benjy wished Lance had stayed at home. He didn’t mind looking after Tippy. She was a cute kid and pretty well behaved as long as you kept her entertained.
That Lance, however. Benjy shook his head as he made his way down to the cottage to retrieve Peanut and Endora. Lance was a bigger kid in some ways than the four-year-old. Benjy felt sorry for him, though, because the guy was so dumb. He figured it wouldn’t be long before Tippy could outsmart Lance. She seemed like a pretty bright kid.
He walked faster. He was anxious to get back to the house and make sure Tippy was okay. He was hoping Lance wouldn’t let something slip about Sondra. He’d almost taken Lance aside before he left to tell him not to talk about Sondra, but then he realized it might not do any good. He would just have to hope Sondra’s name didn’t come up until he was back with them and able to divert Tippy’s attention.
Peanut bounded out the moment Benjy opened the door, woofing happily. Benjy squatted to hug the Labradoodle, and Endora jumped on his shoulder.
“Okay, kids,” he said as he stood. “Let’s do our business, because I have to get back.” Peanut barked, and Benjy grinned at the dog. “Don’t worry, you’re going with me. Come on now, let’s get going.”
Endora rode on his shoulder as he headed back toward Willowbank. She had a litter box in the cottage, so it was Peanut who really needed to do his business. Benjy thought the expression was funny. He’d picked it up from the sisters, who never said pee or poop when it came to the animals’ bodily functions. Benjy had learned to be careful about using such words around them. He wouldn’t offend them for anything, because they had been so good to him.
Peanut hiked his leg against one of the largest trees Benjy had ever seen. Benjy heard voices coming from somewhere nearby. He glanced around but didn’t see anyone. Whoever it was must be on the other side of the tree. Peanut finished, and Benjy was about to lead the dog on toward the house.
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Then he caught a couple of words and stayed where he was.
“. . . big trouble. You gotta get me out of this, or else I’m going to blow my brains out.”
Benjy recognized Horace’s voice. Man, he sure sounded upset.
Another man spoke, but Benjy wasn’t sure who he was.
“I told you, I can’t right now. You’ve got to sit tight a little longer. And stop that stupid talk about killing yourself. Everything’s going to be fine, I promise you. I’ll have the money, just tell the creditors you’re getting a loan.”
The more the guy talked, the more familiar his voice sounded. Benjy struggled to place it, and then he remembered. It was that lawyer guy. What was his name?
The men moved away, headed toward the house, or so Benjy judged by the sound of their footsteps. He had a hand on Peanut’s head, and the Labradoodle remained quiet. Benjy didn’t want to embarrass the men, or himself, by letting them know he’d overheard their conversation. He also wondered whether what they were talking about had anything to do with what was going on with the family.
As soon as he thought the men were out of sight, Benjy emerged from behind the tree with Peanut beside him and Endora still on his shoulder. The first chance he got, he would tell the sisters about what he’d heard.
First, though, he needed to check on Tippy and Lance. Once they were in the house, he raced up the stairs, Endora in his arms now. Peanut ran ahead of him. There was no sign of the men, and Benjy was thankful for that.
The door of Tippy’s bedroom was shut, and Peanut stood in front of it, whining. “Shhh,” Benjy told him, and the dog quieted. Benjy opened the door, and Peanut slipped in. Benjy stepped inside as Tippy squealed happily at the sight of Peanut. Lance looked up from his seated position on the floor and frowned.
“We’re having a fashion show,” he explained. “Don’t let the dog knock stuff over.”
“Okay,” Benjy said. He surveyed the scene Lance had put together. A folded towel formed a runway, and at the end away from Lance stood a dollhouse with four dolls in standing position leaned against it. Each of the dolls wore a brightly colored dress, and they all had shoes on their tiny feet.
Tippy introduced Lance to Peanut and Endora. The cat hopped from Benjy’s shoulder onto the bed, where she preened and licked at her shoulders.
“How pretty,” Lance said. “I never saw a cat that color before.”
Benjy thought about explaining Endora’s breed to Lance but thought the conversation might get too complicated. Tippy’s next remark put it out of his mind completely.
With her arm around Peanut’s neck, Tippy looked up at Benjy and announced in a solemn tone, “My mommy is in heaven.”
Oh, crap, I knew I shouldn’t have left her alone with this guy. “Really. Who told you that?” Benjy glared at Lance, but the man was oblivious as usual.
“Wance did,” Tippy said. “He said my mommy is in heaven, but I can’t see her until I go there. That’s going to be a wong, wong time, isn’t it, Wance?”
“Yes, it is,” Lance said as he smiled at the little girl. “You have to stay here with me and be my friend. Your mommy will be fine in heaven. My daddy is there, too, and he’ll look after her.”
“That’s good,” Tippy said. “Mommy wikes having a man to wook after her.”
Benjy grimaced at that statement. Tippy was way too young to be aware of that kind of thing.
“Yes, I know,” Lance said. “I thought I was going to be the man who would look after her, and she was going to look after me, too.” He shook his head. “But I think she was going to change her mind about that before she went to heaven.”
Tippy looked concerned. “But Mommy wuvved you, she told me she did. I told her I wuv you, too.”
“Thank you, sweetie,” Lance said. “I love you, too.” He cut a sideways glance at Benjy. “I was going to be Tippy’s father.”
“You can still be my daddy, Wance.” Tippy let go of Peanut to lean over and give Lance a kiss on the cheek.
Benjy thought it was about time to change the subject. He felt increasingly uncomfortable. He believed that Lance really did love Tippy. He was like a big kid himself, but with Sondra gone, Lance really had no role in Tippy’s life other than as a family friend.
“Tell me about your fashion show,” Benjy said.
“Wance can do that,” Tippy said. “I have to potty.” She walked around Lance and headed for the door.
Benjy followed her into the hallway and watched until she closed the bathroom door behind her. He kept an eye toward the bathroom, but he wanted to question Lance.
“You said you thought Sondra had changed her mind and was interested in another man,” he said. “Do you have any idea who it was?”
“No,” Lance said. “Sondra wouldn’t tell me. I think he was a lot older than her, though.” He frowned. “I don’t know why she’d want to marry an old guy. We really could have had a lot of fun together.”
Benjy kept his eye on the bathroom door. He decided to risk a question. “Aren’t you gay?”
Lance didn’t appear offended at the question. “What does that have to do with anything? Sondra knew, and it didn’t bother her. She told me she didn’t like, well, you know, having sex.” He blushed.
Benjy couldn’t resist rolling his eyes at that, but he was glad Lance couldn’t see him doing it. “So you were going to marry her, and the two of you were just going to have fun together?”
“Sondra wanted to get married so she could have her money from her daddy,” Lance said. “And she promised to take me to New York so I could be discovered and be a famous model. But I wasn’t supposed to tell anybody.” He frowned, as if considering that.
The bathroom door opened, and Tippy emerged. She trotted back to Benjy and slipped past him into the room. Benjy sighed and closed the door. He leaned against it for a moment, thinking. He had a lot to tell Miss An’gel and Miss Dickce, but for now he was going watch the big kid give the little kid a fashion show.
Dickce awoke to the noise of sirens sounding from somewhere close by. She also awoke with a cat curled up on the spare pillow next to her. “Endora, what on earth is going on?” Dickce sat up on the side of the bed and tried to gain her bearings. She had been sound asleep and felt groggy.
The sirens persisted, and now they sounded like they were right outside her window. Slowly she got up from the bed and went to peer out the window overlooking the rear of the house. She blinked in surprise at the sight of an ambulance and a police car pulled up in front of the servants’ quarters. Her heart sank. She was afraid Jackson had collapsed, the strain of Mireille’s loss too much for him to bear.
Now completely awake, she slipped on her shoes and opened the bedroom door. She cast a glance back at the cat. Endora seemed perfectly content to remain where she was, so Dickce left her in the room. Benjy was already on the stairs, his head and shoulders disappearing as she reached the top of the flight.
She called out to him, and he stopped to look back. Dickce hurried down a few steps until she was two above him. “Do you have any idea what’s going on?”
“No, ma’am,” he said. “I was on my way to find out.”
“What about Tippy?” she asked. “Perhaps I should stay with her and let you go on.”
“It’s okay,” Benjy said. “Lance is with her.”
“Lance?” Dickce cast a doubtful glance up the stairs in the direction of Tippy’s room.
“She’ll be fine with him,” Benjy said. “He’s really good with her. Come on, let’s go find out what the sirens are all about.”
Dickce followed him down, but at a slower pace. By the time she reached the foot of the stairs, Benjy was entering the kitchen. Dickce wondered where An’gel was. Probably smack-dab in the middle of the action. She hurried to the kitchen.
Dickce was thrilled to see Jackson when she walked out the back door. He stood with Benjy a few feet away. They were watching the scene unfold at the servants’ quarters, but from a safe distance. Dick
ce joined them.
The ambulance and the police car blocked the view of the far end of the building. Dickce thought Estelle’s apartment was on that end. Jackson’s, she remembered, was the one closest to the house.
“What’s going on, Jackson?” Dickce asked.
Jackson turned to her with a frown. “I’m not rightly sure, Miss Dickce. Miss An’gel went over to Estelle’s a little while ago, and the next thing I know, sirens are screaming, and they come tearing around the side of the house.” He nodded in the direction of the ambulance and the police car.
“Is An’gel still over there?” Dickce wished her sister would turn up.
“I believe so,” Jackson said.
“I’m sure she’s fine,” Benjy said. “Look, here she comes.”
An’gel, escorted by Officer Sanford, was indeed walking toward the house. Dickce hurried forward to meet them. She wanted to assure herself that An’gel was all right.
An’gel looked okay, Dickce decided when she was five feet away. But she was holding on to the young policeman’s arm like a lifeline.
“Sister, what happened?” Dickce said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” An’gel said. “A bit shaken up, but I’ll do.” She released her grip on Sanford’s arm. “Thank you, young man. I’ll go on to the house with my sister. When you need me, you can find me in the kitchen.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sanford ducked his head, then turned and walked back to the action.
Dickce took her sister’s arm and led her toward the house.
“Tell me what happened,” she said. “Is something wrong with Estelle?”
“There sure is,” An’gel said grimly. “She’s dead.”
“Oh dear,” Dickce said. “Did she have a heart attack?”
“No,” An’gel replied. “She was poisoned, and I believe I saw her killer.”
CHAPTER 30
An’gel thanked her sister for the cup of hot tea. After she had a few sips, she said, “I’ve never seen someone die like that, and I hope I never do again.”
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