he!â
âHis death was due to poison.â
âOh my God.â She brought both hands to her face and stared round-eyed at him over her fingertips. After a moment, she took her hands away to ask eagerly, âDid he leave a note?â
âNone has been found.â
âOh, you must look for it. For anything that could indicate what was going on between him and Mary.â
âYou say Mary herself gave you no clue?â He looked toward the stairs. âI assume she isnât home.â
âOh, she was off to work, bright as a penny this morning.â
âWhere does she work?â
âIn the registrarâs office.â
âOn campus.â
âOf course. And no, she gave me no clue. And I can add this. I have looked through her room, her things, for anything that would prove she wasnât living some fantasy.â
âAnd?â
âNothing. Absolutely nothing. That is why I would so much like you to find a note from him.â
âMrs. Shuster, it may not have been suicide.â
She fell back in her chair, but bounced upright again, the cushions were so firm.
âWhat do you mean?â
âThere could have been foul play. We have no evidence of that but in the absence of a note or any indication that the man was despondentâ¦â
âYou think he might have been killed.â
A look of horror spread across Mrs. Shusterâs face. âIs that why you came here? Are you thinking that Maryââ
Jimmy Stewart interrupted her. âIâm not paid to think, not in that sense. Mary can be of great help to us in finding out what happened. If there had not been an autopsy, if the coroner had not found poison to be the cause of deathâeither or both of which might easily not have happenedâFred Neville would be safely in the ground and we could all go about our usual work. But there was an autopsy and poison was found and it is my job to discover what that means. Was it suicide or something else? Mary will know things that will help me answer that question.â
Her expression changed gradually during this explanation, and she was wary of him now. He changed gears.
âI have been noticing the study ever since I sat down, Mrs. Shuster. I wonder if I could have a closer look at it.â
âOf course!â
She had trouble getting out of the chair and he helped her and they went arm and arm through the dining room to the living room.
Close up, the study seemed even more a stage setting than it had from the living room. Jimmy Stewart started to move along the shelves, then turned. âMay I?â
âOh, do. Eventually these books will go to the Notre Dame library, a special collection, the Professor Nathaniel Shuster collection, but I could no more part with them than I could with the house.â
âWhat was your husbandâs field?â
âPolitical science. But his real love was American literature.â
âAnd these are his own works.â He was looking at a special shelf.
âThe books yes. I mean to have the offprints of his articles bound. They will make at least four volumes.â
âVery productive scholar.â
âHe was a poet too.â
âReally.â
âHe said he wrote them just for me, or Mary, but I sent some of them off and they were accepted.â She pulled a slender volume from the shelf. Poems by Nathaniel Shuster. âThis is the result. It doesnât seem much, does it? But poetry takes a very long time to write. And rewrite. It was very difficult for him to think that a version was the final one.â
Stewart held his peace. They were moving into terra incognita as far as he was concerned, but he now felt Mrs. Shuster to be a far more sympathetic character than he had. Her indignation was motivated by fear of what people would think or say but on the topic of her husband, on the devotion she still felt to him and the life they had lived together, she
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