the woman.â
âWell, it sounded that way to me.â
Mrs. Jeffries knew she had to intervene. âMrs. Wynn does sometimes start ridiculous rumors based on speculation,â she interjected quickly. âAnd she was both unfair and unkind to you. But sheâs the sort of woman that is always going to think and say the worst about younger, prettier women like you.â
Somewhat placated, Betsy reached over and squeezed her husbandâs hand. âSorry, I didnât mean to fly off the handle like that, but itâs still a sore spot with me.â
âAnd it is with me, too. Add to that weâre both tired from our little oneâs nightly shenanigans.â He yawned again. âBut letâs get on with the meeting. I could use getting out and about.â
âIâm all done,â Wiggins said.
âGood, then Iâll go next.â Mrs. Jeffries repeated the information sheâd heard from the inspector and when she finished, she turned to Mrs. Goodge. âTell everyone what we found out from the constable this morning.â
âIt wasnât that much, but he did mention that so far, the house-to-house hadnât turned up any witnesses and that there were several groups of carolers out last night,â she replied. âTheyâre going to try and track down the singers that came to Edisonâs door. But that might take some doing.â
âWhy are they doing that?â Ruth asked. âIs the constable thinking one of them might have seen someone lurking about the area?â
âThatâs what heâs hoping,â the cook replied.
âWeâve now got the name of the victim and his address as well as the names of several individuals that had quarreled with him on the days leading up to his murder,â Mrs. Jeffries said. âSo weâre well on our way on this case.â
âOrlando Edison, Orlando Edison,â Luty muttered. âI know Iâve heard that name before.â
âRalston, Downing, and Bagshot,â Smythe said. âToo bad we didnât get their first names. That would âave âelped a bit.â
âEven without them, as Mrs. Jeffries says, weâve still got a fair bit to go on,â Betsy said.
âOf course we do,â Hatchet agreed. âWe also know the name of the one person who might benefit the most from Edisonâs death: his cousin, Yancy Kimball.â He looked at Mrs. Jeffries. âDo we know where Kimballâs staying?â
âThe Larchmont Hotel on Pringle Street in Paddington,â Mrs. Goodge said quickly. âSorry, I should have told you before.â
âBut just because this Mr. Kimball is the victimâs cousin, it doesnât mean he gets the estate,â Phyllis said. âMaybe Edison left a will givinâ it to someone else. When I worked for the Lassiter family, the master had a rich old bachelor cousin who died. Mr. Lassiter expected to inherit the lot, but the cousin had left both his house and all his money to the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. He liked cats more than his kin.â
âItâs certainly possible that the victim left a will,â Mrs. Jeffries said. âBut according to the inspector, he was only thirty years old. Thatâs relatively young and as he had no wife or children, he might not have thought it necessary to have one. In which case, the law generally specifies that the nearest relative inherits the lot.â
âSo one of our first tasks will be to find out who inherits.â Ruth tapped her finger against the handle of her cup. âThat shouldnât be too difficult.â
âAnd then we need to find out who wanted him dead . . .â Phyllisâ voice trailed off. âSorry, thatâs silly, thatâs what we always do.â
âItâs not silly,â Mrs. Jeffries said quickly. Phyllis had very little faith in her own worth or
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