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don't care," Jane said. "Hire them."
    “Better and better," Shelley said. "You deserve a break now that everything's back under control. There's somewhere I want you to go with me."
    “Where's that?"
    “Wanda's Bait and Party Shoppe. I can't miss the chance to see it.”
    seven
    They sought out Eden to show them the
way.
"Thank goodness! I'd like to get away from here for a while," she said. "The aunts are driving me bonkers."
    “Speaking of the aunts," Jane said. "They were up to something late last night."
    “What kind of something?" Eden asked, trying (and failing) to hide her surprise at the state of Jane's terrible old station wagon.
    Jane caught the look. "I could afford something better," she said. "I just hate to shop. As for the aunts, I have no idea. I tapped on Iva's door to ask her something and there was a lot of rustling and whispering before she opened it a bare inch."
    “A greedy scheme, no doubt," Eden said. "They're always trying to con somebody out of something. It never works. Never. But that doesn't discourage them. They're weird old things. Marguerite must have been quite a number when she was young. My dad says she was a stunningbeauty once, and had whole flocks of suitors. Dad's never admitted it, but I think he might have been one of them. But Iva never married."
    “Why is that?" Shelley asked from the backseat of the station wagon as they turned onto the main road.
    “I don't think she found one rich enough," Eden said. "That's just a guess though. She anticipated being very wealthy in her own right someday when their father, Oliver Wendell Thatcher, popped off. And she had Marguerite as a bad example."
    “Bad example of what?" Jane asked.
    “Getting taken to the cleaners by a man. Marguerite fell head over heels for an Englishman my dad always said reminded him of Bertie Wooster without the money. Rowe, his name was. Percival? Lancelot? Tristram? Something classic and silly. He claimed, in a convincingly bumbling way, to be the scion of an ancient British family. Very posh stuff for a snob like Marguerite. So she married him without checking this out thoroughly enough."
    “How many of us do that!" Shelley said with a laugh.
    “Marguerite should have. It turned out that he was the great-great nephew or second cousin three times removed of an 'honorable,' which I think is the lowest rank of the aristocracy, and that his line of the family had been fishmongers. Or maybe it was eel fishers. Something to do with slimy water creatures. By the time Marguerite fig- ured out why he kept dawdling about taking her to see the 'family estate' back in Merry Olde England, he'd spent nearly all her money. Marguerite went to O. W. for more and he said he'd only give her enough to get a divorce. Which she did."
    “And she never remarried?" Shelley asked.
    “Nope. Once was plenty. Turn right at the next corner, Jane. And Iva has never let poor old Marguerite forget her mistake."
    “You said she expected to be rich when O. W. died," Jane said. "She wasn't?"
    “Oh, yes. All three of them, Iva, Marguerite, and Jack, inherited a lot. Well, a lot by most people's standards," Eden said. "Take the right-hand fork at the bottom of the hill. But they'd all expected it to be much more. Jack got the company, of course. Iva and Marguerite got some stocks and a couple of pieces of good commercial property in downtown Chicago that's given them both generous incomes. But they were expecting something along the lines of what the Sultan of Brunei might leave. They had an extremely exaggerated idea of what their old daddy was worth."
    “Oh! The treasure story!" Jane exclaimed. "I wanted to ask you about it."
    “Treasure? Oh, the secret treasure! I'd almost forgotten that," Eden said. "Where did you hear about it?"
    “Larkspur. The florist. He mentioned having heard about a treasure at the lodge.”
    Eden waved this fantasy away. "There was talk of hidden riches years ago when O. W. died.
    Mainly put about by Iva and