does on a dude ranch.â
âWho couldâve taken that money?â Maggie exclaimed after Brossard had left. âI swear I put it in the top drawer of the dresser.â
âIt had to be the person who shot at you,â Kate replied fearfully.
âBut how? Weâve been in all the time . . . â her voice trailed off. âExcept when we went into Williams Lake yesterday. Did you lock the doors?â
Kateâs face paled. âNo, I never do. Douglas is always after me to lock the doors during the day, but I always forget.â
âThat means,â Maggie said slowly, âthat whoever shot at me yesterday has been watching the house for an opportunity to get the pouch back.â
âOh, Maggie,â Kate grabbed her arm, âIâm so frightened.â
âWeâll just have to make sure we lock up in future.â But itâs a bit like locking the stable doors after the horse has bolted, Maggie thought. âCome on. Letâs take a cup of coffee into the den and have a look through your husbandâs files.â
âWhatever for?â
âWe wonât know till we look.â
A short time later, the two of them were sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by beige foldersâthe entire contents of one drawer of Guthrieâs desk. At first the files seemed to contain only invoices for running the ranch, covering everything from cattle feed to horses to harnesses and leather polish. All appeared to be up-to-date and fully paid.
âI still donât understand what we are looking for?â Kate said.
âAnything unusual,â she answered, picking up a folder and scanning the contents. âLike this one, for instance.â She passed the file over to Kate. âWhatâs this bill from Johnson and Spiegelâs detective agency for?â
Kate took the paper from Maggie. âIt doesnât say what itâs for. Why would Douglas need the services of a detective?â She sat looking at the invoice and then pointed to a small note at the bottom. âSee file on L.S. Itâs dated January 30 this year.â
âHang onto that one,â Maggie said, opening another drawer. The deeper she dug into Guthrieâs files, the more his personality came through. Everything perfectly neat and under control. The second drawer contained business correspondence, contracts for the ranch workers, and several letters regarding his takeover of the original ranch from his father, as well as the agreement for the purchase of an additional one thousand acres from a man called Doug Rooney. Most of the remaining folders contained information on the farmâs employees, both past and present, but the last folder was unmarked. âI think Iâve found our L.S.,â Maggie announced. She took the single sheet of paper out of the folder. âItâs a report from Johnson and Spiegel.â
âWhat does it say?â
Maggie read it through before answering. âIt appears that whoever L.S. is, he came into a lot of money, and for some reason Doug got the detective agency to find out where it came from. It says here . . .â she continued, reading from the paper, â I could find no trace of the subject inheriting any sudden wealth or any business transaction that would account for increased funds. â Maggie tapped the folder âL.S.,â she mused, âL.S. . . . that could be Lewis Sarazine.â
âBut why would Douglas be interested in where that man got his money?â
The previous dayâs horse ride had caught up with Maggie and she stood, moved over to the window and stretched. The gentle rain had stopped and everything had a clean, washed look. It was such a peaceful-looking lake. âI didnât realize this was a sliding door onto the deck,â she exclaimed, sliding it open.
âWhy donât you go out there for awhile and Iâll bring you some lunch,â Kate suggested.