âWhat are they doing here?â
âThey said they know Charles because they got him the job at the Asylum.â
âThatâs how things work, of course, but how would Charles know people like that in the first place?â
âAnd why have they come here?â Mrs. Decker asked with a worried frown.
âThey said just to pay their respects,â Frank said.
âDo you believe them?â Sarah asked.
âOf course not, but I donât think theyâre here to cause trouble either. It wouldnât do them any good to make trouble for a socially prominent family.â
âThen why else would they be here?â Sarah asked.
Frank frowned. âI think they might be waiting for somebody. Watch the way they look up every time somebody comes in.â
âWho could they be waiting for?â Mr. Decker asked.
âI guess weâll find out if that person shows up.â
âAnd in the meantime, we should find seats because the service is going to start soon,â Mrs. Decker said.
âHave you seen Gino and Maeve?â Frank asked Sarah as they moved toward the back row of the chairs that had been set up in the center of the room.
âNot yet, but you told them to wait outside until the last minute so they could watch everyone who arrived. They should come in soon, though.â
Sure enough, they had just taken their seats when Gino and Maeve arrived. They looked exactly right in their cheap finery, gawking like rubes. That part had been Maeveâs idea. Theyâd come to honor Mr. Oakes, who had been such a kind superintendent, but they werenât quite sure how to act in a big house like this. Maeve clung to Ginoâs arm for dear life. If Frank hadnât known better, he would have been sure she was terrified to find herself in such a fancy place. Not for the first time, Frank thought how fortunate Sarah had been to hire a nanny who had been raised by a confident man.
The two young people took seats on the opposite end of the last row of chairs and never so much as glanced at Frank and Sarah. Mrs. Decker looked over at them in surprise. âIsnât thatâ?â
âShhh, Mother,â Sarah whispered.
The rest of the group had found their seats, and the family now filed in to sit in the front row. Frank studied the wife, who came first. She looked suitably bereaved, although her eyes showed no sign of prolonged weeping. Sheâd understand that even if she secretly rejoiced that her husband was dead, she shouldnât show anything except grief on this occasion. He was looking forward to talking to her, and hoped he would have the opportunity. Men like Gerald Oakes sometimes tried to protect females from the ugliness of murder, but since Sarah already suspected her of being the killer, Frank couldnât let her off easy.
Next came Gerald and his wife. She also seemed to be bearing up pretty well, her still-beautiful face a frozen mask hiding whatever her true feelings were. For his part, Gerald looked terrible, his face splotchy and haggard. He, at least, had been weeping for his lost child.
Behind them came an elderly woman Frank hadnât seen before. She hadnât been greeting guests as they arrived. This must be Geraldâs mother. She walked with a cane and leaned on the arm of a male servant until she reached her seat, although she didnât seem particularly unsteady on her feet.
As soon as the family was seated, the minister stood up and took his place behind a podium that had been set near the casket.
He welcomed them and said a few platitudes about the tragedy of Charlesâs death, and then he said, âLet us pray.â Almost everyone bowed their heads. Frank and Sarah did not, and when he glanced over, he saw Gino and Maeve were also looking around. Interestingly, Virgil Adderly and his companions had also kept their heads raised and their eyes open.
Frank only had a second to register this when a