fragrance of the morningâs baking. A warm, embracing smell, it helped to push out some of the cold memories of the afternoon. A plastic-wrapped plate sat on the counter. A croissant laced with miniature chocolate chips called my name, and I ignored it . . . at first. Then I gave in and savored the rich butteriness and the hint of chocolate. This was my new life. How lucky could one get? I allowed myself a sigh of pleasure and continued on to my living quarters.
I returned to the shed and got to work. Legal documents went into one box. I planned to examine them in my room. In the other, I placed the pictures and newspaper articles, glancing at them as I did so. There was some fascinating history in those yellowed papers. The Silver Sentinels might have fun sorting through them. I called the Professor.
âHello, my dear. So wonderful to hear your voice and have you back with us.â
âIâm glad to be here, too.â
âIâm sorry to hear there seems to have been foul play at the Heights. Not a fun start to your return.â
Startled, I asked, âWhat do you know about it?â
âItâs a simple equation. The coronerâs van and the deputy sheriffâs car go by. People are being questioned. You canât talk about it. In all probability, itâs murder.â
âBut . . . how . . .â
âYou sound a bit surprised. I called Daniel to find out what he knew. As you know, we all take part when something is afoot, and that was my assignment.â
The sleuthing Silver Sentinels are on it again.
âIâll bring you up to speed when I can,â I said.
âWe know you will.â
âI called because I have a project the group might be interested in.â I explained what I found.
âDelightful idea. Iâll call the others and get back to you.â
I turned my attention to the box full of Christmas ornaments. Placing them on the table, I didnât think they looked special. Probably common ones used around the house. After photographing them in batches, I packed them in the carriage house box Iâd emptied.
The books in the last carton didnât appear rare. Nothing jumped out at me from the titles, authors, or copyright dates. I lined them up six at a time and photographed their spines and put them back in their box. An Internet search would tell me if they were valuable.
I looked around for something to label them with, but no luck. Iâd take care of that tomorrow.
I put the ornaments and books back in my Jeep. As I started to pick up the box of legal papers to take to the inn, my phone rang.
âThe groupâs excited about seeing what youâve unearthed,â the Professor said.
âGreat. Iâll get the conference room ready for you for tomorrow morning.â
âPerfect. Weâre looking forward to it.â
I transferred the clippings and photos into the other clean box and carried it to the meeting room. It would be fun to have them here, and work with them again. I retrieved the last box and headed back inside the inn. Helen stood at the kitchen counter.
Fred was stretched out in a rectangle of sun and beat a tune with his tail in greeting.
âHi,â she said. âAre you going to be able to make the party tonight?â
I put the box on the counter. âI think so.â
âIâll leave directions for you.â
âThanks.â
Helen opened the refrigerator, and I noticed a cake. But this wasnât just any cake. Bright spirals of colorâorange, red, green, purple, and blueâswirled around the sides and top. It was the first psychedelic-looking frosting Iâd ever seen. It matched Stevieâs tie-dyed top.
She pulled it out and put it on the counter.
âWow! That looks amazing.â
A little pink colored her face. âThanks. I made it for Stevieâs party. I still have some decorating to do.â
âItâs a real work of art.â
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