Free The Ghost from the Sea by Anna J. McIntyre

imagine where it’s been all this time.”
    â€œSo you knew about the boat? I mean, before it washed up on shore?”
    â€œWhy certainly!” Millie frowned, as if Danielle had asked a silly question.
    â€œI sort of got the impression no one at the museum would remember the Eva Aphrodite.”
    â€œWhere did you get that notion?” Millie asked. Before Danielle could answer, Millie said with a snide smirk, “Oh I know, Marie Nichols.”
    â€œExcuse me?” Danielle feigned ignorance. The last thing she wanted to do was get in the middle of whatever issue Marie had with the museum and its board of directors.
    â€œMarie is a friend of mine, but she likes to remind everyone how hers is the oldest family in Frederickport. Which isn’t true, of course. Ben’s family has been here a long time too. Not sure as long as the Hemmings, but almost.”
    â€œI’m not really sure what that has to do with the Eva Aphrodite.”
    â€œWell, Marie likes to imagine she has the inside scoop on all that went on back then—you know, since her family used to live across the street from Marlow House. But she was a baby when Walt Marlow killed himself and—”
    â€œWalt Marlow was murdered,” Danielle corrected.
    â€œOh, that’s right. I know you believe that, but I’m not really convinced.”
    Danielle frowned. “Are you serious? I thought we all went over that. The old autopsy reports. What Emma Jackson told us. Certainly you aren’t telling visitors to the museum Walt Marlow killed himself.”
    â€œI think our visitors should be given all the information.”
    â€œGiven all what information?”
    Millie reached over and patted Danielle’s hand. “Don’t look so vexed dear. Walt Marlow has been dead for a hundred years—”
    â€œNinety years,” Danielle corrected.
    â€œOkay, ninety years. All I’m saying, I don’t think he’ll really care what we say at this point.”
    â€œMaybe he won’t, but I will,” Danielle snapped. “And as a member of the historical society, I assumed the museum gave out factual information.”
    â€œCertainly we do! I didn’t mean to imply we make up stories. I’m just saying we feel it’s important to give our visitors all the information.”
    â€œWhich is?”
    â€œThat for the last hundred—I mean ninety years—it was believed Walt Marlow hung himself in the attic of Marlow House. Yet, some people seem to believe that he may have been murdered by his brother-in-law.”
    â€œI think it’s a little more than some people believe. I’d say it’s been proven.”
    Millie shook her head. “I don’t know how you can say that, Danielle. Perhaps you should attend a few of our meetings—after all, you are a member. A few months ago, we had the most interesting debate about Walt Marlow’s death and most of those in attendance disagreed with your assertion.”
    â€œThey’re wrong.” Danielle could feel her blood pressure rising.
    â€œIt all makes for an interesting debate, and really dear, you should be more willing to listen to opposing views.”
    Danielle suddenly regretted coming to the museum. She felt a headache coming on.
    â€œAs for the Eva Aphrodite, a few of us were discussing that just last month. Ben has been digging into our archives, when he came across some information about Walt Marlow’s yacht, and how it supposedly went down in a storm.”
    â€œSupposedly? According to Marie’s father, there was a terrible storm that night.”
    â€œTrue. But I guess there’s more to the story than a bad storm. The passenger list, for example, included one of the wealthiest men in Portland. And his wife—according to rumors, Walt Marlow’s mistress.”
    Danielle stared at Millie, dazed. “Are you suggesting Walt was having an affair with a married