wandered around with a flashlight at the foot of the ladder, pointing out things to Parker. Mrs. Pennyweight and I got bored watching them and went inside for a drink.
The lawmen found us in the library later.
The sheriff cleared his throat and held his hat in his hands as he made his report. By then heâd pulled himself together and tried to sound like he knew exactly what he was talking about. âI make out two sets of footprints outside. One of them goes out into the woods. The way I see it, they abandoned the ladder and took off when they saw your car approaching. They went down the service road around back to the driveway. There are fresh tire tracks there and we found somethingâa bloody steel pail.
âWe talked to the staff. They were downstairs and didnât hear anything. According to Mrs. Conway, the doll isnât one of the boyâs toys, and Dietz says the ladder doesnât belong here either.
âNow, you say that you were gone for an hour. Where were youââ
âThatâs right, about an hour,â Catherine Pennyweight said before he could go on, and he knew not to ask where sheâd been.
Deputy Parker took over, sounding embarrassed and unsure. âMrs. Pennyweight, Iâve taken a look at the pail we found and Iâm pretty sure it came from Barthamâs Butcher Shop. He uses it for slop.â
She gave him a sharp look.
âI hear talk in town,â he continued. âSome of the merchants are unhappy. Well, theyâre more than unhappy, some of them, about payment. When theyâve had enough to drink, they talk about coming out here and getting what theyâre owed. Have any of them bothered you?â
She stared hard at both of them, letting them stew for a long moment before she snapped back, âI will not hear this kind of talk in my own home. Yes, it is true that the household finances have been a bit disorganized since my husbandâs death, but everyone knows that the Pennyweights pay their bills. We have been the best customers that many of these men have ever had and if they are displeased in any way, I will be happy to take my business elsewhere. But I refuse to believe that any of them would do something this vicious, particularly Mr. Bartham.â
The sheriff said, âWeâll see what the state police think.â
âNo,â she interrupted. âI will not have them trampling around my property. Thatâs simply out of the question.â
âBut Mrs. Pennyweight,â the sheriff protested, âwe have to let them know about this. Itâs part of the Lindbergh investigation, Iâm certain.â
âNo,â she repeated, more firmly. By then, sheâd lost patience with the man. âThereâs nothing more to be done here tonight. You may go now.â
They left.
So, what did it mean? The first moment when Iâd seen that damn doll and thought it was a real baby still churned my stomach. I didnât believe that the Lindbergh kidnappers had come out to Spenceâs place to steal little Ethan. Maybe, I thought, the deputy was right and somebody had bloodied up the room and the doll to scare Mrs. Pennyweight. But if that were so, all heâd done was make her really mad. Seemed more likely to me that it was just a threat, a damn nasty threat that I had to take seriously. But whoâd done it and why?
For the moment, I didnât really care. I went downstairs to the kitchen, where I found Mr. Mears and asked him to take me around and show me all of the doors that gave access to the house.
Back up in the main room were the big double front doors. They were always kept locked unless visitors were expected. Smaller single doors off the conservatory and dining room opened onto porches and were always locked. Another set of wide double doors led to a ballroom. He opened them and I saw a wide, dim cold room with several sets of French doors on the far wall. The wind whistled
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