way anyone couldâve known we were coming. You asked Lyle to do the job, he contacted us that day and we went that same night.â
âHeâs right. We didnât meet in town or nothing,â Lyle said.
âThen that means Toby Jenkins is skilled at keeping up his guard,â Diggs said. âThis, when you think about it, makes senseâIâm certain you three stellar examples of sophistication were not the first group to try to make trouble for him. Are we certain those negroes who live on the Elkton farm werenât the murderers?â
Lyle raised his hand to respond but before he could:
âDonât answer that.â Diggs wagged his finger at the two. âHow would you know? You most certainly wouldnât. But I suspect the sheriff and his merry men will take further interest in what happened at Toby Jenkinsâs home, and thanks to Franklin, Sheriff Cole or one of his minions will seek to speak with you, again. Now, I have ways of finding out what the lawmen knowâthat doesnât concern you, though. But should my typical channels of information somehow be closed, I want you threeââ Diggs furrowed his brow like he was solving trigonometry in his headâ âcheck that, I want you two âdump Franklin into a mine shaft for all I careâto see what you can glean from the sheriff or whoever it is who interrogates you. In fact, donât even tell Franklin I want you to do this because Iâm quite certain heâd manage to confess that he was on Tobyâs property and that heâs really sorry and that it wonât happen again. As far as the law is concerned, you werenât there. You experienced a hunting accident like you so brilliantly said. Franklin was at home sleeping. How hard is that to bungle? But ask questions to elicit answers from the sheriff. At least try to.â
âMister Diggs, so what if this is connected?â Lyle said.
âI want that negroâs property. And if Elkton and Jenkins areâhow do you Americans say it?âin cahoots with one another, then it requires some creative planning on my part. But not right away. The Army will be out in full force tonight, and for the foreseeable future until this all dies down. And as inbred and stupid as Klansmen are, even they wouldnât be foolish enough to seek revenge so soon after the last nightâs shenanigans. We all must wait, but while we wait, we will make prudent use of our time.â
âUnderstood,â Lyle said. Brendan nodded.
âVery good,â Diggs said and then sighed. âNow, if you will excuse me, I have to rid my house of Franklin and his odor. Be a dear, both of you, and wait here for him.â
âAinâtcha gonna invite us inside for a cool glass of sweet tea?â Lyle said with a smile.
â Fine . One glass each.â Diggs grimaced at the prospect of such filthy men soiling his abode. He got Lyleâs attention before he entered. âTake the glasses with you.â
Chapter Nine
âWhat do you expect me to do with them?â Brady Young, Hendersonâs undertaker, directed the soldiers to park the wagon behind his office building, a lonely two-story structure hidden by a hangmanâs oak and some evergreens off a Main Street side road.
âI didnât know where else to take them,â said the young coachman. âI mean, it ainât like a battlefield funeral, unless you want us to dig a ditch and throw them in and mark it. Except for the soldiers, I donât know who they are.â
âSomeone does.â Noah Chandler stayed mounted on his horse next to the wagon. âSheriff Coleâs back in town, and he expects word will spread enough so that whoever knows these gentlemen and finds out they didnât come home last night will stop by the office for any news.â
âWell, what do you want me to do?â said Young, a scrawny, bespectacled, sixty-year-old imp of