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shoulders. “What’s really going on here, Janey?”
    He’d taken to calling her Janey in private since she accepted his invitation for a weekend together in New York and from him, she liked it. She let herself lean into an embrace. “Oh, Mel. It’s a mess and I can’t start explaining right now because Mike will be back in a minute. But I’ve got a problem and I don’t know if I ought to leave home this weekend. Actually, it’s Mike’s problem now and I have to see if he’s worked it out before I can decide.“
    “Are you saying Mike may have made this mess?“
    “Oh, no! Not at all. This has nothing to do with the kitchen.“
    “Okay, Janey. We’ll talk about it whenever you want. In the meantime, please keep your doors locked all the time. With all those people roaming around back there, you’ve seen how easy it is for somebody to slip in here. I’ll go out and talk to their security people in a minute and tell them to keep a special eye on your house.”
    There was a commotion at the back door and Willard came shooting in and headed for the basement door. Jane opened it and he hurtled down the steps to safety. Mike came in, followed by Maisie, who was holding onto Butch Kowalski’s arm. She was keeping his hand in the air and had a towel wrapped around it.
    “What’s happened?“ Jane asked. Butch looked as white as death.
    “Jane, I’m sorry to barge in on you this—what on earth?“ She looked around the kitchen. “Long story,“ Jane said.
    Maisie nodded. “Okay. Butch cut his hand and I need to wash off the blood and see if it’s serious or not.”
    Jane grabbed the broom again and made a quick, brutal swipe through the center of the room to the sink. As Maisie eased away the towel and started carefully running warm water over Butch’s hand, Jane got the clean rag bag off the back of the basement door and handed Maisie a wad of cloth.
    Butch was wavering, looking as though he might faint any moment, and Mel went around to stand by to catch him if he did. Finally, Maisie said, “All right, Butch my boy. It’s not half as bad as I was afraid. No real damage. Just a lot of blood.
    I’m going to wrap this for a few minutes until the bleeding stops, then I think I can fix you up fine with a few butterfly bandages. I don’t think you even need stitches.“
    “Thanks,“ Butch said weakly.
    “Come sit down here,“ Mel said, leading him to the kitchen table.
    “Thanks. Who are you?“ Butch asked. He sounded woozy.
    “Mel Van Dyne. Friend of Mrs. Jeffry. Now sit down.”
    Maisie left to get her first aid kit and Mike helped Jane get the rest of the trash back into the wastebasket and close up the drawers and cabinets. Mel sat at the table, keeping a close eye on Butch.
    Maisie came back with her kit. “You don’t have a cold pack of some kind, do you, Jane?“
    “Yes, in the basement freezer. Mike, would you—”
    Butch suddenly came alive. “God! I’m supposed to be helping Jake with something! Could somebody find him and tell him where I am?“
    “Who’s Jake?“ Mel asked.
    “He’s the property master. I work for him and he’s gonna be mad as hell that I’m missing without telling him why!“ Butch sounded ready to cry.
    “Jane, open that kit, would you?“ Maisie asked. “I’ll find him for you,“ Mel said. “What’s his name again?“
    “Jake Elder. He’ll be in the props truck, two houses up the street,“ Butch said.
    With Jane’s help, Maisie got Butch’s bleeding stopped. He had a nasty gash on his palm, but Maisie disinfected and dried the area thoroughly and “sutured“ it with a tidy line of butterfly bandages. “How did you do this?“ she asked him.
    “I’m not sure. Jake sent me ahead to get the firewood stuff together and I was hurrying. I started to run up the metal steps to the truck and my foot slipped. I reached out and grabbed something to catch myself and came away with this. There musta been something ragged on the handrail of the