Free Who's Sorry Now? by Jill Churchill

to Voorburg, he also heard from the pathologist in Newburg that Dr. Polhemus was wrong—as usual. It wasn't piano wire, it was a long section of wire that jewelers used to saw through rings that had to be cut off fingers when knuckles had swollen too much to remove them. Howard's first thought, which he was ashamed of, was that Ralph Summer was about to marry the daughter of a jeweler. That wasn't fair to Ralph, probably just coincidence.
    Lily, meanwhile, knowing nothing about the death of McBride yet, was thinking about archaeology. Unearthing that skeleton, while tedious, was very interesting. Knowing about rickets and living in a cave were revelations she'd have never guessed. The beading and beeswaxed moccasins were also fascinating.
    She knew she was good at bookkeeping from her experience working with Mr. Prinney on estate matters. Maybe she could also be good at something else. There was no way she could attend college, however, to learn more. Great-uncle Horatio's will clearly stated that neither of his heirs could be away from Voorburg for more than two months a year, and they must make their own living in Voorburg. Obviously there wasn't a college in Voorburg. They were lucky to have a grade school. She'd have had to move into a dormitory somewhere else, which wasn't an option.
    She wondered if there was a way to take classes by mail and only go in for tests a couple times a semester. How could she find out about that? Oh, she thought, almost slapping her forehead. At the town library.
    Miss Exley was an expert in researching almost anything. She would certainly have reference books, however outdated, about colleges.
    Lily gave Miss Exley a warning call about what she needed.
    “I might be able to find something. I'll start with Vassar," Miss Exley said. "Just because it's the closest to you. But I doubt they care about educating women to be anthropologists."
    “Probably not. Certainly some school in New York City would know. And I think I can find the telephone number of an anthropologist who might know where they have a course by mail, so I'd only have to go to the city to take tests."
    “Why are you suddenly interested in this, if I may ask?"
    “Haven't you heard about the skeleton we found at Grace and Favor?"
    “No. Who was it?”
    A young Indian girl."
    “Oh, how sad to die young. I'm afraid I've been too busy still working on getting all the old newspapers in order to read recent ones."
    “I don't think Jack Summer has reported it yet," Lily said.
    Miss Exley said, "I will watch for his next issue. I'm beginning to fear it's going to take me the rest of my life to get the old newspapers in order. And I've decided that anyone who wants to see a newspaper has to read what they find in front of me, so I can stop them if they try to cut out an article. You have no idea how many of the newspapers look like grubby lace.”
    She went on, "If you can wait until tomorrow, I'll be glad to see if we have any books here on the subject that are less than fifty years old. But I can see why you're interested. Meanwhile, if you give me the town where your source of information is, I can look him up in the most recent New York City telephone book."
    “I think we have a fairly recent one somewhere at home," Lily said. "Let me try that first. I hate to put you to that much trouble and expense."
    “Do you really want to be an anthropologist?" Miss Exley asked.
    “Not exactly. For another reason, I couldn't go out in the field and investigate finds for another eight years anyway. Our great-uncle's will demands that we make our living for ten years without being out of Voorburg more than two months of any year.”
    Miss Exley said, "I'd heard two women checking out romances talking about that, but I chalked it up to plain old gossip. It's really true?"
    “It is. But I'd just like to get more information." When she got back to Grace and Favor, she called Dr.
    Toller's office but was told by a receptionist at the college