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men who spent most of their time sitting around the barrel playing cards.
    â€œWhat’s going on, Doc? Excuse me, ma’am, but we heard you’d found a body at the bottom of the cliffs.”
    â€œIt’s true, Gus,” Doc Spiver said. “Do all of you know Mr. Quinlan and Sally, Amabel’s niece?”
    â€œYes, we do, Doc,” Purn Davies, the man who’d wanted to marry Amabel, said. “Now what’s happening? Be quick telling us. I don’t want the ladies to hear about it and be distressed.”
    â€œSally and Mr. Quinlan found a woman’s body.”
    â€œWho is she? Do you recognize her?” This from Hal Vorhees.
    â€œNo. She’s not from around here, I don’t think. I couldn’t find anything on her clothes either. You find anything, Mr. Quinlan?”
    â€œNo. The county sheriff is sending someone over soon. A medical examiner as well.”
    â€œGood,” Doc Spiver said. “Look, she could have been killed by anything. Me, I’d say it was an accident, but who knows? I can’t run tests, and I haven’t the tools or equipment to do an autopsy. As I said, I vote for accident.”
    â€œNo,” Sally said. “No accident. Someone killed her. I heard her screaming.”
    â€œNow, Sally,” Doc Spiver said, holding out his hand to her, that hand he’d been wiping, “you’re not thinking that the wind you heard was this poor woman screaming.”
    â€œYes, I am.”
    â€œWe never found anything,” Reverend Vorhees said. “We all looked a good two hours.”
    â€œYou just didn’t look in the right place,” Sally said.
    â€œWould you like something to calm you?”
    She stared at the old man who had been a doctor for many more years than her mother had been alive. She’d met him the previous day. He’d been kind, if a little vague. She knew he didn’t want her here, that she didn’t belong here, but as long as she was with Amabel, he would continue being kind. Come to think of it, all the folk she’d met had been kind, but she still felt they didn’t want her here. It was because they’d found out she was a murdered man’s daughter—that had to be it. She wondered if they would turn her in now that she and James had found the woman’s body, the woman Sally had heard screaming.
    â€œSomething to calm me,” she repeated slowly, “something to calm me.” She laughed, a low, very ugly laugh that brought Quinlan’s head up.
    â€œI’d better get you something,” Doc Spiver said, turned quickly, and ran into an end table. The beautiful Tiffany lamp crashed to the floor. It didn’t break.
    He didn’t see it, James realized. The damned old man was going blind. He said easily, “No, Doc. Sally and I will be on our way now. The detective from the Portland police will tell the sheriff to come here. If you’d let them know we’ll be at Amabel’s house?”
    â€œYes, certainly,” Doc Spiver said, not looking at them. He was on his knees, touching the precious Tiffany lamp, feeling all the lead seams to make certain it wasn’t cracked.
    They left him still on the floor. All the other men were silent as death in the small living room with its rich wine-red Bokhara carpet.
    â€œAmabel told me he was blinder than a bat,” Sally said as they stepped out into the bright afternoon sunlight. She stopped cold.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?”
    â€œI forgot. I can’t have the police knowing I’m here. They’ll call the police in Washington, they’ll send someone to get me, they’ll force me to go back to that place or they’ll kill me or they’ll—”
    â€œNo, they won’t. I already thought of that. Don’t worry. Your name is Susan Brandon. They’ll have no reason to question that. Just tell them your story and they’ll leave you be.”
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