Leah and Alfie

Leah and Alfie

Oscar and Nettie Crowley were having a wonderful time in Greensboro. Nettie grew up there and knew just about everyone in town.

They had dinner with the Cooper children at Gladys and Arthur Preston's home. The Prestons had taken the Cooper children in when their father died and their mother's mental state had deteriorated so much she had to be confined to a home. The home was unlike an insane asylum and gave Alice Cooper a chance for a normal life in the future.

The Cooper children were thriving under the care of Gladys and Arthur. They had stability and order in their lives for the first time in many years. Marlin Cooper had been a mean father and a miserable human being. There was speculation that because of a brain tumor, his behavior had become erratic and unreasonable. Alice's fear of him drove her over the edge.

Polly Cooper was banished from the home when she had been victimized into believing she was the bride of James Philpot. James had arranged a wedding ceremony with his cousin posing as a minister. Polly found herself in the family way. James discovered the Cooper's weren't as rich as he thought and her father wasn't about to give him a dime. He told her to get rid of the baby and he left town.

Polly gave birth to a baby girl she named Faith. She left Greensboro seeking the help of her old school teacher, Nettie Dawson. Nettie took her into her home and her heart. Nettie married Oscar Crowley and the four of them were a family. Eventually, Polly married Randy Burke and left the Crowley home leaving it a little too quiet for the young at heart couple.

“We came to Greensboro with the Merryweathers and Wilsons. We thought there might be a child or two that wouldn't mind living with us old folks. We will be returning there tomorrow morning. We would like to be able to give a child a home and also free up some space for other needy children,” said Nettie.

“Oh Nettie, that is a wonderful idea,” said Gladys. “Arthur and I haven't been this happy since our own children left the nest. I think it has brought out the best in both of us. We love these children so very much I can't imagine them not being in our lives.”

“Nettie, did you mention Thanksgiving?” said Oscar.

“No, I haven't. It seems the year just started and already we are talking about Thanksgiving. Oscar and I would like you and the children, and your grown children also, to join us for Thanksgiving dinner. We will have a houseful with the boys and their families and Polly and her family.”

“Nettie, that's way too many people for you to serve at one time.”

“No, we have plenty of room. Oscar had an addition put on this summer. He is sure the boys and Faith are going to be filling the house with grandchildren and he wants to be ready when that happens. Besides, Trudy is already planning the menu. She is tired of just serving the two of us all the time. Of course she will have plenty of help in the kitchen that day. When she and Polly get together they cook up a storm. It takes us three days of recuperating after one of their meals.”

“It would be so nice to be together. I'm sure the children will love being with Polly and Faith for a few days.”

Oscar and Nettie said goodbye to their friends. Oscar was beginning to miss his own bed in his own house. “Let's get back to Camden Corners before suppertime tomorrow. All that talk about Miss Trudy's cooking has made me homesick.”

“I'd like that too Oscar. Evelyn said she had two children she would like us to meet this morning. We have been so busy visiting old friends and you boys capturing criminals that we haven't had as much time at the villa as I would have liked.”

Bright and early the next morning, Oscar and Nettie were in Evelyn's office.

“The two children I mentioned came to us about a week ago. They have not adjusted well to the environment. Neither one of the children have opened up to any of us. They are frightened and I fear they may have been kidnapped from their parents and threatened in such a way that they are afraid to speak. One of the young men in town has a cousin who is a policeman and lives in New York City. He found these children wandering in the streets. The normal procedure would have been to scoop them up and take them to the nearest foundling home. The fellow had heard of our facility here through his cousin and put them on a train to Greensboro. The cousin brought them directly here from the train station.

From what little they have said, it is obvious they have a British accent. We have alerted the London authorities of their whereabouts but they have not received any reports of missing children. The clothes they arrived in were tattered but of very good quality. That is about all I can tell you about them. They are sweet children but very troubled. Do you think you would be interested?”

Tears were running down Nettie's cheeks and Oscar knew, sight unseen, these were the children for them.

Evelyn called the children into the room. “Alfred and Leah, these nice people are Mr. & Mrs. Crowley. They would like to take you to their home to stay with them for a while. Do you think you would like that?”

They both shrugged and looked at the floor.

“Alfred, Leah, I am very happy to meet you. You may call me Miss Nettie if you would like to and this is Mr. Oscar. We would very much like you to come with us to Camden Corners. I think you would like it there. Do you think you would like to ride on the train again?”

“He likes to be called Alfie.” Leah said without raising her eyes from the floor.

“Alfie, do you like to fish? We have a big lake that has hundreds of fish in it. Do you like playing ball? There are many things we can do in Camden Corners.” Oscar said without getting more than a nod from Alfie.

Peggy came to gather the children. “Come with me children. We will collect your things and you may go with Miss Nettie and Mr. Oscar to their home.” The two children marched out of the room like little soldiers.

“I hope we can bring them out of their shells. The poor little things, they are scared to death. Oscar, we must hire a private investigator to track down their family.”

“I've already thought of that my dear. I will contact one in New York City that I have dealt with before. I wish we had more information about them. We'll have the Marino boy take a photo of each of them. That will help in the search.”

“How old are the children Evelyn, do you have any idea?”

“At first I thought they were twins but I'm thinking they are probably just close in age. I think Leah is around 7 and Alfie might be 6. I think Alfie is tall for his age. I believe they may have lived a rather cloistered life. They are not comfortable being so close to so many children. Even with the problems most of our residents have, they do seek out children their own age. Leah and Alfie just cling to each other. Are you two sure about this? I hope I haven't burdened you too much.”

“We will do our best. We will work on finding their family and in the meantime we will try to make them as comfortable as we can. I have worked with many disturbed children over the years, I know it won't be easy but hopefully we can help them get through their current situation.”

“I was hoping we could get together this evening with Polly and the boys but it might be best if we just have a quiet time together. I'll gather some of the books we have left from when Faith was here. Maybe reading to the children will be the best thing we can do for them tonight.” said Nettie.

“That's a good idea dear. I haven't been able to get more than a grunt out of Alfie during the entire train ride. I thought an ice cream sundae would help but he still said nothing.”

“He did enjoy that ice cream though. So you did communicate through your stomachs.” Nettie laughed.

Trudy served them a nice supper. “I've never known children to be so quiet. Are you sure you two have tongues?” she teased as she placed a roll on each one of their plates.

Alfie stuck his tongue out and giggled just a little. Leah grabbed his arm as though trying to stop him from saying anything. It didn't go unnoticed by any of the adults.

“Oscar we must find out why these children are so terrified. I wonder if we should call Doc McMillan to examine them?”

“That's not a bad idea. I've asked Tony Marino to come over to take a picture of them. He will develop it and I'll have it sent special delivery to the investigator in New York.

Nettie sat on the sofa and spread the books out on the table in front of her. “Would you like to choose a book to read Leah?”

Leah shook her head no and sat in a chair by the window staring out.

“How about you Alfie?”

Alfie pointed to one and then looked at his sister. He shook his head no and went to the window sitting on the same chair as Leah.

Nettie picked up one that was a favorite of Faiths and began reading. After several minutes, Alfie stood up and walked over to Nettie. His legs started to get tired and he sat down beside her. Not too long after that, Leah got up and came over to the sofa. She sat on the other side of Nettie.

Oscar walked into the room. What a picture this was. Nettie with a child on each side of her. He thought once again what a wonderful mother she would have made.

Tony Marino stopped by to take photos of the children. They didn't know what he was doing and had seen many strange things in the United States so they just ignored him. If they had known their likenesses were going to be sent to an investigator, they may not have been so cooperative.

Doc arrived and checked them over a bit. He talked to them in his quiet way and they both actually smiled. “I think they have suffered a trauma. You are right to be concerned. I would say they have been threatened in some way about not saying anything. I can't think of any better people for them to be with right now. My advice is just to listen if and when they begin to open up. I think they already feel comfortable being with you. The villa may have been a little too hectic for them. Good luck and I'll check back later this week.”

Nettie tucked the children into their beds. They chose to sleep in the same room and that was fine with her. She and Oscar watched from the doorway a while later as both of these precious children slept.

In a castle outside of London, a young mother was wringing her hands. “Where can they be Phillip, where can my children be?”

“Minerva, I think it's time we call the authorities. Our Leah and Alfie have been gone so long and there has been no word about the ransom in weeks. If they are still alive we need to find them.”

“Phillip, no. I won't allow it. The kidnapper said they would die if we called the authorities. We will be killing our own children.”

The butler knocked on the door. “Begging your pardon, sir. There is a gentleman to see you. He is from Scotland Yard shall I show him in?”

“Yes Briggs, please show him in.”

“How do you do, sir? Hiram Rowntree here,” showing his badge he continued, “I would like to ask you a few questions about a Miss Bridget Davies. I believe she was in your employ as nanny to your two children.”

“Yes sir, she was up until four months ago. I believe she was leaving London to wed a gentleman up north somewhere.”

“I'm sorry to inform you that her body has been discovered in a ditch. She had been bludgeoned to death.”

Minerva cried out at the news.

“That is horrible detective, I wonder if you would excuse my wife. She has been under a doctor's care of late and should not be subjected to this stress.”

“I understand. If we need information from her we can ask her at a later time. Can you tell me all you know about Miss Davies?

“I'm sorry officer, I know very little about her personal life. She was recommended by the agency we go through for all our domestic help. Our children seemed to be very fond of her and were disappointed when she left.”

“I wonder if I may speak with your children.”

Phillip had been forced to lie about the children's whereabouts before and quickly said, “I'm afraid they are visiting their grandparents in Bromley.”

“I don't think it will necessary to disturb you any further sir. I'm sorry to have been the bearer of such unhappy news. I bid you farewell.”

The door shut behind the detective. Those two are hiding something, he thought to himself. They haven't seen the last of me.

“Minerva, we have to do something. I saw the look in that detective's eye. He knew I wasn't being completely honest with him. It is time to report the children as missing. We can't go on like this wondering where they are.”

Minerva agreed. “Wherever they are, I hope they know we are thinking of them.”

At that moment, a smile came across Leah and Alfie's faces as they slept. “Oscar look, they are both smiling. I hope they are having happy dreams.”

The Scam

The Scam

Billy tried to wiggle out of the lady's arms without kicking her in the shins. Before the Duesenberrys adopted him, he would have done just that to get away. She finally let him go enough for him to back away.

“You aren't my ma. My ma is Kate Duesenberry. She and Will adopted me and I'm their boy now. I don't have a real ma. What kind of a dumb name is Philippe anyway?”

“Oh my darling Philippe. Don't you see? You were stolen from me when you were just a wee babe. I named you Philippe after your brave deceased father, Philippe Le Claire the famous tightrope walker who fell during his performance and landed in the jaws of a nasty old lion.”

Butch and Kenny shuddered at the thought. Anton, the instigator of the scam just shook his head hoping the dumb woman would just stop with her stories. He couldn't wait until he had the money from this scam in his pocket. He had no intention of keeping his promise to marry the wretched woman.

Anton stepped out from the shadows. “My dearest, what have we here? I can't believe my eyes. Could this possibly be your long lost son Philippe? Young man you look exactly like my fiancee. You surely are her beloved son.”

“This is crazy. I'm not your son. My name is Billy Duesenberry. I was adopted fair and square.” Billy started running and didn't stop until he got to the only home he'd ever had. He ran past Alma, Kate and Melvin who were sipping tea at the kitchen table. Without a word he went to his room and closed the door. He couldn't let anyone see him crying. He didn't ever want to go back to the circus and that woman and her lies. She was not his mother.

Butch and Kenny came running in behind him. Butch said “Billy's ma is in the circus. She said his real name is Philippe and someone stole him when he was a baby. He ran away from her because he said she was lying. She looks like she could be his ma though.”

Kate went to Billy's room and knocked on the door. “Billy, let's talk about this. I know you are upset but hiding in your room won't make the problem go away.”

Kate could hear him whimpering and knew Billy well enough to know he would not leave the privacy of his room until he had cried it out.

“Come downstairs as soon as you are ready Billy. Butch has gone to find your pa. We love you and will find an answer. If this lady is truly your mother, it will be a blessing that she found you. You will never stop being our son. No matter what.”

A worried Kate walked back into the kitchen. Alma and Melvin understood that Billy needed to be alone right now. “We should leave and let you and Will handle this without our interference.”

“Grandma please don't leave. You and Melvin are our family too. I don't know what we will do if we have to give Billy up. I know I should be rejoicing that he and his birth mother have found each other but I can only think of the void it will leave in our family if he is separated from us.

“Child, you don't know that this woman is who she claims. I'm often mistaken for Thomas Jefferson's son but I can assure you he is definitely not my father.”

The women laughed and hoped he was right.

“Just in case this woman is up to no good, I think I'll take a stroll over to Oscar Crowley's and see how he suggests we handle it.”

Butch came back shortly with Will. “Butch filled me in. I saw Melvin on the way here and he told me he was going to ask Oscar his opinion. That's a good idea. My first inclination is to pay a visit to this woman who claims to be Billy's mother but I think I will wait to see what Oscar recommends.”

“Kate are you doing alright? I don't want you overly stressed with the baby coming so soon.”

“Don't worry about me. I just wish I could hold Billy in my arms but you know how he is. He would rather die than let anyone see him cry.”

“I'm not crying Ma.” Billy said

He ran into his mother's arms. “You are my only ma and I don't want to see that lady ever again.”

Kate tried not to let the tears flow but she couldn't hold them back. She loved her boy and she couldn't bear the pain he was feeling.

“Pa, do you think she could take me away from you?”

“I don't know Billy. First we have to find out if she really is your mother. We have never really talked about what you do remember about your life. I know you said you never saw your mother but what are your first memories?”

“I remember being in an orphanage with a bunch of other kids. One of the older boys told me he was going to run away. He said I could go with him so I did. We were running down the street together but he ran too fast for me and I couldn't catch up. I was sorry that night because it was cold and I didn't have a bed to sleep in. I couldn't find my way back to the orphanage and I was afraid I'd get a whipping for running away if I did.”

“Do you remember what city the orphanage was in?”

“I think it was in Pittsburgh. I remember seeing that sign when I was outside playing on the lawn. The train station was on the next block and there was a big sign that said Pittsburgh. I didn't know it was a city until a few years later.”

“That's a big help Billy. It may be a clue to your identity.”

Melvin came back with Oscar. Will could tell by the expression on Oscar's face that this situation could put Billy's adoption in jeopardy.

Will told him what Billy had said about Pittsburgh. “It's a start. I think our first step should be to visit with the woman who claims to be Billy's mother.”

“I don't want to see her.” Billy said

“Billy, your pa and I will go to see her. You stay here with your family. Do you remember if the lady said her name?

“I think the slimy guy called her Marzetta,” said Kenny who didn't miss a trick. He was standing behind a post when the lady was holding onto Billy. He came out and acted surprised, but he was watching all along so he wasn't really surprised.

“That helps Kenny, thank you.”

“Be careful you two. If this is a scam maybe we should call the sheriff to go with you.” Melvin said.

“I don't think there will be a problem. Kate, I will invite Marzetta back here if it's alright with you. I think we will be able to get to know her better if we have her in the house.”

Kate shook her head in agreement and gave her husband a hug.

Will and Oscar climbed down from Oscar's carriage. They parked far enough away from the big tent so they could observe the circus people before they stated their business and because they didn't want the horses to be spooked by the other animals. Will spotted Marzetta right away.

“Oscar look at that woman, she does look like our Billy. I can feel Billy slipping away from us.”

“Don't jump to any conclusions, Will. Do you see that fellow lurking in the background? He saw us pull up and I think he may have been expecting us. I agree with Kenny's assessment. He is a slimy guy.”

“Good afternoon ma'am. My name is Will Duesenberry. My son Billy was here this morning and told me someone here claims to be his mother.”

“How do you do vicar? My name is Marzetta Le Claire. I am so happy to have found my long lost son. You have to admit he does look like me. You know he was stolen from me when he was a baby.”

“Mrs. Le Claire, I'm Oscar Crowley, a friend of the family. I wonder how long ago was your son stolen.”

“Oh I don't remember it must be about twelve years now.”

That foolish woman, she is going to ruin everything.

Anton stepped out from behind the post. “Gentlemen. I am Mrs. Le Claire's intended. You can imagine she doesn't have her wits about her after discovering her son today. I'd rather you didn't ask her any questions in her fragile state.”

Oscar didn't think the woman looked very fragile and appeared to able to resume her normal activities shortly after discovering her child who had been missing for twelve years.

“I understand Mrs. Le Claire. I would like to invite you to our home for supper this evening. It will give you a chance to get to know Billy.”

“She and I will be there.” said Anton

“Supper is at 5:30 and we are in the church house next to St. Peter's. I am the vicar there but then you already knew that, didn't you Mrs. Le Claire?”

Oscar was wondering if Will had picked up on Marzetta's slip. She called Will vicar. How did she know that unless she had gotten some information from someone.

Oscar and Will walked around to the elephants. They pretended to be admiring the huge animals but kept their eye on Anton as he grabbed Marzetta's arm roughly and practically dragged her to his trailer.

They heard a rustling sound and looked up to see a man in a clown suit. “Meet me over behind the concession stands. I have information for you.”

Oscar and Will walked leisurely to the concession stand which was open and selling lemonade. They bought a couple of drinks and walked behind the stand where Chuckles was waiting for them.

“Your boy Butch was here earlier. A nice kid. He told me all about him and Billy and how you adopted them. I've known Marzetta for the last fifteen years and she never had a baby or even a husband. Marzetta Le Claire is her stage name. She is Edna Mason and she is from a small town in Texas called Paris. That's the closest she's ever been to France. Anton is a con man. I'm sure he overheard my conversation with Butch. Marzetta does look a little like your boy but I can assure you she is not his mother. All the girls around here fancy themselves in love with Anton Hamlin. If any of the others resembled either of your boys they would have been the one he selected to con you. Anton probably promised Marzetta he would marry her if she went along with his scheme. Marzetta is a sweet kid but not too bright. I suspect she will be out of a job when this whole thing is over and Anton will be on to his next victim. Just give him time. He'll be asking for money soon.”

Oscar and Will thanked Chuckles for his help. Their next stop was to Sheriff Mendenhall's office. The sheriff changed out of his uniform and would be joining the Duesenberrys for supper.

“I hope Alma has prepared enough food for all of us Will. Do you mind if I stop by to pick up Nettie as well. She would love to watch the likes of Anton try to weasel his way out of this one.”

“The more the merrier. I can't wait to tell Billy he doesn't have anything to worry about. This whole thing has made me wonder if maybe we shouldn't check a little more into both boy's backgrounds. We don't want this thing to happen for real in the future.”

All the way to the Duesenberry home, Marzetta was begging Anton not to make her go through with it. “I just have a bad feeling about this Anton. What if they want to get rid of the kid and then I'll be stuck with him.”

“You're not going to be stuck with the kid. That vicar guy won't give the kid up. His friend looked like he had money. Did you see the fancy carriage he had. I'm sure we hit the jackpot with these two. That reminds me. Watch what you say. You called the guy vicar and you wouldn't have any way of knowing that. I don't think they caught it but be careful tonight.”

As Will predicted, the whole family celebrated when they were told Marzetta was not Billy's mother. They agreed to go along with the charade until Anton offered to sell the boy and that is when Eb Mendenhall would become the sheriff again.

Anton didn't like so many people sitting around the table when he got there. The more people the more chance Marzetta would spill the beans.

Billy was very polite to the guests. He held the chair out for Marzetta when she sat down and even referred to her as ma at one point. Everyone was full of questions. The questions seemed innocent enough but were all meant to catch Marzetta off balance. It worked. As much as she prided herself on being an actress, she couldn't keep her story straight. Anton was afraid she would ruin everything if he didn't act quickly.

“Vicar Duesenberry, I wonder if we could have a little chat in the other room.” said Anton.

“Anything you have to say may be said in front of our friends and family. Go ahead sir. Let's chat here.”

Anton didn't like it but it was now or never. “I can see you are a happy family and dear Philippe seems to be an important part of it. As much as Marzetta's heart will break, she is willing to let Philippe stay right here with you. Of course, she will have much pain and suffering and I'm sure you would be more than anxious to compensate her for that.”

“Compensate her in what way, sir?”

“Oh $20,000 should cover it.”

Marzetta choked on her glass of wine but said nothing.

Sheriff Mendenhall brought out his badge and showed it to a stunned Anton. “Anton Hamlin, you are under arrest for attempted extortion.”

Anton felt the metal of the handcuffs around his wrists. “How did you know? Did that stupid woman give it away when she called you vicar?”

“No, you gave it away when you were lurking behind the post in the tent this afternoon. A decent man would have been standing beside his fiancee not hiding in the shadows.” Will didn't think it was necessary to tell him that Chuckles was the one to fill them in.

Anton and Marzetta were hauled away. Billy was especially happy to see them go.

He changed his mind about going to the circus and along with the rest of the town had a wonderful time watching the performances. Butch introduced him to Chuckles. The entire Duesenberry family was grateful to Chuckles for telling the truth about Anton. Billy was glad there wasn't any one else in the circus who looked like him.

A Talented Tot

A Talented Tot

“Did you have fun tonight, Becky?” Caroline asked as she was tucking her into her bed.

“Oh yes Mama. I have a new friend and her name is Valentine. Isn't that the prettiest name you have ever heard? She said she was going to call me Rebecca because she had a dolly named Rebecca when she was a little girl.”

“Valentine is a very pretty name and so is Rebecca but you are my Becky, and I love you.”

“I love you too Mama.”

Caroline kissed Becky good night and turned out the light. She had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Jamison, do you think it's odd that a perfect stranger has chosen to change Becky's name to Rebecca?” She said to her husband who was playing a game of checkers with Kenny.

Kenny looked up and said, “Becky doesn't like to be called Rebecca. Papa use to call her that when he yelled at her to stop singing.”

“She doesn't seem to mind now. She likes this woman called Valentine. I'm going to have to speak with Molly about her. I know she is Molly's cousin but Nettie told me Molly hadn't seen her in years and at that time she was called Verna. It just doesn't feel right to me.”

“Kenny, your mama is a worry wart but it's better to be safe. Luke is questioning her motives too. He is going to ask Sheriff Mendenhall to see if he can discover anything about her through the Brooklyn Police Department. Kenny, don't mention this to Becky. I'd hate to keep her from seeing the woman if she is on the up and up. Becky is a loveable little girl and maybe Valentine is just being kind.”

Caroline was happy the sheriff would be involved. She slept fitfully and decided she would speak to Molly in the morning about her cousin.

After church the following day, Caroline stopped for Becky in her Sunday school class. Molly was teaching that day.

“Hi Molly, Where is Becky, did she go off with Cassandra?”

“No, Nick came to take Cassandra home. Lucinda is suffering from a bout of morning sickness and Nick was worried about her. Some of the children went out in the yard when class ended. It is such a beautiful day.”

Caroline wanted to speak with Molly about her cousin but she was worried about Becky and went out to look for her.

She noticed her talking to Valentine under the oak tree on the other side of the street. Her voice was shaking as she called to her daughter.

“Becky, come here dear. We will be leaving shortly.”

Becky gave Valentine a hug which made Caroline even more uncomfortable. She came running across the street waving goodbye to Valentine on the way.

“What were you and Valentine talking about Becky?” Caroline tried to sound calm but Becky noticed the edge in her voice.

“Are you mad at me, Mama?”

“No dear, I just couldn't find you and I was worried that's all. Why did you go across the street?”

“Valentine wanted to show me a flower in the Hawthorne's garden. She said it looked like a star and that I could be a star someday because I sing so pretty. I like Valentine, she always tells me I'm pretty and I sing pretty. She asked me if I thought you and Papa would let me go to New York City with her someday.”

Caroline was tempted to approach Valentine who was still across the street and staring in their direction. She thought better of it, but she did want to talk with Oscar Crowley today. That uneasy feeling just wouldn't go away.

Jamison came strolling across the lawn carrying Lucy with Kenny walking behind.

“Where have you two been? You disappeared on me. You had me worried. I guess it must be catching.”

Kenny and Becky started running ahead. They caught up with Iris Taylor and April Hawthorne.

Caroline told Jamison about finding Becky across the street with Valentine and the conversation the two of them had.

“I'm worried Jamison. I want to talk with Oscar about this girl. I just have a bad feeling about her. You don't suppose she is a relative of Becky's parents do you?”

“I don't know but something doesn't seem right. There's Oscar now. You keep an eye on Becky and I'll go speak to him.”

Just then Lucy began to cry and distracted Caroline. When she looked up she could hear Kenny calling Becky's name. There was no answer.

“Jamison, come quickly. Becky has disappeared.”

Everyone walking from church heard Caroline's cries. They all came running and looking for Becky.

“Rebecca is with me, we were talking about her singing career.” said a smug Valentine.

Becky looked a little fearful. She liked Valentine but she really wanted to play with her friends. She was tired of talking about singing and that was all Valentine wanted to talk about.

“Her singing career? What singing career? Becky sings for her pleasure and the pleasure of those around her. She is seven years old. She doesn't have a career and won't for many years, if ever! Who are you anyway and why are you harassing my daughter?”

Caroline was still holding Lucy who began crying even louder. Becky was in tears and Kenny took her hand and moved her away from Valentine.

“You don't understand!” cried Valentine. “I promised Arnold I would bring him a client. Becky has a beautiful singing voice and we can make her a star. She will be happy, I'll make sure of it. I won't let Arnold be mean to her, I promise.”

“The woman is mad!” shouted Jamison. “Leave Becky alone and leave my family alone. Molly who is this woman? I can't believe she is related to you.”

Laura Hawthorne came over and offered to take the children into her house.

“That's a good idea Laura.” said Oscar knowing things were getting out of hand. “Shall we all go to our house and try to get to the bottom of this? Molly and Luke, you come too. Young lady, I am Oscar Crowley and this is my wife Nettie. Please join us. Let's not frighten the children anymore than they already are.”

Valentine walked along with everyone else. What had she gotten herself into? Arnold would be fit to be tied.

Nettie asked Trudy to make coffee for everyone. Lucy had fallen asleep in Caroline's arms.

“Let me put Lucy down in Faith's crib. We still have it set up in her old room for when she comes for a visit.” Nettie said as she carried the sleeping baby to the bedroom.

Oscar started the conversation. He tried to take on a calming tone and it worked. The hysteria had gone from Caroline's voice.

Molly spoke up. “Valentine, are you really my cousin? We only met one time and we were no older than Becky is right now. I barely remember the visit let alone remember you. Why did you seek me out?”

“Yes, I am your cousin. I meant no harm. Molly told me the little girl is an orphan. I didn't think it would matter to you if I took her to New York City to make her famous. After all you have a baby and she is your real daughter.”

Caroline had to control herself to not jump up and throttle the girl. Jamison held her arm. He knew having another shouting match would not help matters.

“Young lady,” Oscar said calmly. “Why do you think you have the right to take Becky anywhere?”

“Don't you see, I have to bring her to New York. Arnold will be angry with me if I don't. I told him I could find someone talented in Camden Corners. I saw the reviews in the papers after the play your town put on. I figured since the critics all said such nice things about the actors I could talk one of them into being a client of Arnold's. Then I heard Rebecca sing and she was the answer to my prayers.”

Oscar spoke again, “Valentine, please start at the beginning. Who is Arnold to you and why are you willing to take a child away from parents who love her so that he can make money?”

“You make it sound so terrible. I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt. I wish someone had made me a star when I was Rebecca's age.”

“Please Valentine, start at the beginning.”

“Alright. My name is really Verna. My last name is Hart and Arnold thought Valentine sounded like a Broadway star so I changed it. I lived with my family in Jamestown. I had dreamed of being famous for as long as I can remember. My brothers use to tease me that I couldn't sing and I couldn't dance. We didn't have the money for lessons so I tried to teach myself. Papa use to say that I was born with two left feet. I never knew what that meant but I knew it wasn't a good thing. Mama told me I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket and that made me feel bad too. Nobody said anything about my piano playing, they just had the piano hauled away one afternoon while I was at school.

“All through high school I dreamed of the day I would be a star. I knew if I could just get to New York City I would be able to improve my signing and dancing. Mama wanted me to marry Ronnie Ford and have a bunch of babies but that wasn't for me. I liked Ronnie but I just couldn't stay in Jamestown all my life.

“Papa wouldn't let me go to New York so I worked at the local dairy farm until I saved enough money to buy a train ticket and some extra for a boarding house. I told mama and papa I was going on a picnic with Ronnie and put my clothes in a picnic basket and caught the next train out of town.

“I was sure that my dreams would all come true the day I stepped off the train. New York wasn't what I thought it would be. I couldn't see Broadway and didn't even know how to get there. My money was running out quickly. I lived in a boarding house with six roommates and some of them had men coming into the room. I couldn't sleep most nights and didn't know what I was going to do. One of the other girls told me I needed to get an agent and she told me about Arnold Bloomfield. She said he would be able to get me a job. I went to see him and he helped me move out of the boarding house and into a room in his office. He told me I could stay there if I would take care of his business.

“He didn't have very many clients but the ones he did have were all very pretty girls who wore a lot of makeup and not a lot of clothes. I thought they were showgirls and had to dress that way.

“Everything was going well until one day when the police banged the door down and took all the books right out from under me. Arnold was hauled off to jail. Someone paid the fine to get him out. I think it might have been the lady who lives downstairs. Her name is Clara Bella.

“I love Arnold. He helped me when I didn't have anywhere to go. He gets mad sometimes but it's only because I do something wrong. He told me it was my fault that the police arrested him because I told them about the girls who performed on Broadway. I didn't say anything to anybody but it must have been my fault that Arnold lost all his money. That's why I wanted Rebecca to come with me. She would be a big star. I just know it.”

Molly had to ask, “Valentine, did Arnold strike you? Is that where the bruise on your face came from?”

“He only hits me when I do wrong. He is always sorry afterward. I know he loves me. He takes care of me and I don't have anywhere else to go.”

Valentine began to cry. Nettie put her arm around the girl and led her into the other room.

Caroline spoke. “That man should be horsewhipped. He has brainwashed that young girl. Did you hear her say everything that evil man did was her fault? What can we do to help her?”

Tears ran down Molly's face. She couldn't believe what she had heard.

“I wonder if her parents even know where she is. Luke, I have to try to find them. I think I might have the address in Mama's keepsakes. I thought about looking for her address book the other day when I was beginning to suspect Valentine was up to no good. Oscar, do you think she is capable of kidnapping a child?”

“I think she is a very troubled young woman. I'd like to have Doc check her out. He would know more about her psychological condition than I do. She has definitely been brainwashed. I only hope it isn't too late.”

Luke said, “I'll go over and ask Doc to pay her a visit. Molly, why don't you see if you can find that address? I think we should get in touch with her family if we can.”

“Both are good ideas,” said Oscar. “I think we should talk to Doc before calling the sheriff. We'll see what he has to say.”

Caroline and Jamison held hands. They were both thinking about what could have happened if Valentine had taken Becky to New York. Caroline couldn't stop shaking.

Showtime

 

Showtime

Ernie Black walked to the Harvey house renovation site with a bounce in his step. Reggie saw him from the front step.

“Ernie, I take it your engagement was a success last night”

“Hello boss, you can say that again. Beverly is the greatest. I haven't had that much fun in years. As a matter of fact I have never had that much fun.”

The other fellows joked and teased him. Everyone liked Ernie and they were glad he was coming out of his shell. They envied him a little too. Beverly Mills was a quite the feather in Ernie's cap.

Ernie was surprised when he looked up and saw Beverly walking by on her way to rehearsal at the Opera House.

“Hi Ernie, I had a wonderful time last night. I hope you will be coming by the Opera House on your lunch break. Nettie packed a lunch for me and there is more than enough for two.”

Ernie didn't show any shyness at all as he walked towards Beverly and whispered in her ear. She giggled and they parted.

“Hi boys!” She yelled out to the men who were staring at the twosome in disbelief. Was this Ernie Black, the man who wouldn't even look in a woman's direction? They all patted him on the back as he climbed the porch steps with a smile on his face.

Jack Mackenzie was busy putting the finishing touches on the scenery backgrounds. His brother Mack was helping him with the painting and was doing quite well. Mack enjoyed painting. He found it relaxed him after a busy day at the Pub. He wasn't interested in making it his profession like his brother but he did have talent.

Today was the first dress rehearsal. Betsy Wallace was getting nervous that she would forget her lines.

“Beverly, I don't know why I ever agreed to do this. Sarah has written a beautiful play and I will just ruin the part of Hannah if I look out into that crowd and freeze. Have you ever felt like this?”

“Every time I step out on that stage. Pick out someone in the audience that you know and just play to that one person. I'd say play to that cute Charlie Wentworth but since he is my hateful, nasty husband, I guess that won't be possible. I have never seen such a nice fellow portray a devil so well.”

“Max told him to think of his father's business associates and act like them. From that moment on he had the part down pat. Thanks for the advice, I will find my Grandmother, Bess. She will think I'm wonderful even if I do forget my lines. How was your dinner with Ernie last night?”

“Ernie is the greatest. I can't believe the change in him. Maria Marino asked me to sing and it turns out Ernie knows how to play the piano. He played and I sang. We were quite the duo. After dinner we walked by the lake and he kissed me.” She whispered. “He'll be stopping by for lunch. I just saw him on my way here and I miss him already. I know I sound like a silly schoolgirl but I have never felt this way before.”

“Oh Beverly, I think it's wonderful. Isn't it grand to be in love?”

“Yes it is.” Charlie said as he came up behind Betsy. “How are you doing this morning? Still nervous?

“Not so much anymore. Beverly gave me a hint about the crowd. I'll pretend Grandma Bess is the only person in the audience and I won't be so nervous.”

“That's not such a bad idea. I think I'll look for Grandpa Wally.

Grandma Bess and Grandpa Wally had a farm outside of town. Charlie, who initially called himself Charlie Brent went to work for them as a farmhand. Although Charlie was a good worker, Wally knew he had never worked on a farm before. The truth was he had escaped his father's wrath after he told him he refused to take over the family business and marry the daughter of an influential client who he couldn't stand. Charlie wanted to be a writer. Betsy had her suspicions about the farmhand and had her friend, Max Harcourt check into his background. His true identity was discovered but not before a near fatal accident left him unconscious. His father came to realize that his son deserved to make his own decisions about his future and they reconciled. Betsy and Charlie fell in love and planned to be married in the summer.

Josie Blackburn, founder of the Camden Corners Chronicle and her assistant, Randy Burke had printed playbills, programs and tickets for the play. They had printed enough tickets to fill the auditorium and all the shop owners had been given a supply. It was discovered first thing that morning that the tickets were gone and the play had been sold out.

“Max, I have good news and bad news,” Josie told him after arriving at the Opera House. “The good news is we have sold out for the performance. The bad news is we have sold out for the performance.”

Max called all of the actors and stage hands together and told them of the dilemma. “If I can clear it with the Opera House owner, would everybody be willing to put on another performance or two? Looks like we are a hit before we even start.”

Everyone was agreeable to the change and excitement was mounting.

“Go ahead Josie, print up more tickets. Thanks for advertising our play so well.”

“It's my pleasure. I want this little one to have the benefit of listening to Miss Isabelle read stories one day. She patted her tummy.”

The dress rehearsal went well and Max got the OK to use the Opera House for as long as he needed it. The theater critics he had invited had accepted his invitation. He hadn't told anyone that they would be in the audience including Sarah. He knew it would make her even more anxious than she was already.

The day of the opening was a bustle of activity. Everyone in town was anxious to lend a hand. The ticket sales had been overwhelming. The play was now scheduled for three performances and those tickets were close to selling out. Each train pulling into the station that day had passengers disembarking in Camden Corners. The shops were filled with customers. Diana Taylor had to close the bakery before two in the afternoon because she ran out of small cakes and cookies. Maddie and her mother had a difficult time keeping up with the customers and called in as many of the Burke and Mackenzie children they could find to help out in the candy shop. Both antique shops were popular stops and Pringles Christmas Shop had never sold as many yuletide ornaments in the spring before. The Trattoria and Pub had customers waiting outside for tables until after 7:00 in the evening. Carriages and automobiles lined the streets. Residents opened their homes to strangers so they would have a place to sleep. The ski lodge had been closed for two months but opened its doors to visitors.

The play began right on schedule at 8:00 sharp. The performance was flawless. Max had insisted on rehearsal after rehearsal and his diligence paid off. Max tried to catch the expression on the faces of the critics he had invited. They never showed any reaction but the audience did. He could hear people crying softly during the tender and sensitive scenes and laughing when the scenes were lighthearted and funny. The curtain came down for intermission and everyone was raving about the play. They were all anxious to get back to their seats for the second half and as the curtain rose, there was silent anticipation.

All too soon the final curtain fell. Everyone stood, clapping and shouting BRAVO and ENCORE. Ernie counted 12 curtain calls.

“Not too bad for an amateur production,” he said to Reggie.

The critics came backstage after the crowd began to depart. They all shook Max's hand and thanked him for the invitation. Beverly recognized one of the gentleman and knew immediately what they were there for. She winked at Max and kept his secret.

Helene walked home with Millie and Leland. Neville would be attending the play the next day with his son and daughters. He had shared Hermione's revelations about Prudence with Millie.

“I don't see any reason why you want to wait for six months before you and Helene marry. You should have married years ago. Neville, nobody will think any less of you if you get on with your life. It's no secret how Prudence died.”

“Millicent, I must follow my conscience in this matter. Helene understands and agrees with me. We will see each other as we have since she came to Camden Corners. I'll be living at Mrs. Wharton's until I can arrange to have a house built for our family. We will marry no sooner than September and that is final.”

“I will plan the wedding for September 1^st. We will make it a formal affair maybe rent out the winery, it will be lovely in the late summer with the grapevines almost ready for harvest.”

“You will do no such thing. Helene and I will plan our own wedding. Under the circumstances I think being married in Vicar Will's office with our family and a few friends present will be the appropriate thing to do.”

“I don't like it but I won't argue with you. At least you have come to your senses and stopped blaming yourself for Prudence's death.”

Helene was quiet on the walk home.

“Is everything alright Helene? You haven't said a word since we left the theater.”

“Oh, I'm sorry Millie. I was so moved by Sarah's play tonight. I read her book when I first came to Camden Corners. I know how the true story ended and it makes me very sad. I must admit, I'm glad she made the ending a happier one. She is so talented. In fact, everyone performed their parts beautifully. Betsy Wallace is such a sweet girl. I know her from the library. She and Charlie Wentworth make a nice couple. I hope James can find someone special someday. I guess I'm just feeling a bit melancholy because of the play.”

“It probably doesn't help that my brother is keeping his distance. He doesn't owe that woman anything. I'm sorry, I shouldn't speak ill of the dead but it upsets me that she still has power over him even from the grave.”

“I agree with Neville, Millie. We can't disrespect the memory of the mother of his daughters. I know Neville loves me. I never thought we would be together and now I can see a future for us. September isn't that far away. I can wait and I hope you can too.”

At that moment Neville was looking at a calendar. September was so very far away. Maybe he was too hasty when he suggested six months. He missed Helene.

“Mrs. Wharton, I'm stepping out for a while. I'm anxious to see how my sister enjoyed the play this evening.”

“Have nice visit with Millie and say hello to Helene for me.” Martha Wharton said with a chuckle in her voice.

Neville was embarrassed but it didn't stop him from walking up the hill to the old Merryweather mansion.

The Confrontation

 

The Confrontation

Millie and Leland agreed the timing wasn't right for a honeymoon. There was simply too much happening in Camden Corners. Rehearsals for Hannah's Treasure were beginning and almost everyone in town had a hand in the production. Leland was renovating his family home and wanted to be in town in case there were any questions. The antique shops were bustling with new items from Mrs. Harvey's collection.

Millie was worried about her brother too. She knew he was under tremendous strain at home. He had confided in her about Prudence and her drinking. Doctor Grant told him she faces some serious physical problems if she doesn't get professional help for her addiction. Neville blamed himself. If he had only felt love for this woman she wouldn't be in this condition.

“Neville, you may not have loved Prudence but she didn't love you either. I would venture to guess that her problem stems from a father who sold her to the highest bidder. My understanding is that Chadwick Wingate was as mean as the day is long. His wife died of an undisclosed ailment when Prudence was only 15. I wonder now if it may have been a penchant for alcohol.”

“I've heard that too Millicent. After what Doc Grant told me I now know something must be done. I'm sure she sensed that I did not love her and haven't had any desire for her in years.”

“You have been a kind and loving husband and I know Prudence never made your life easy. I know how you feel about keeping your marriage vows but I worry about the safety of the girls. Melanie has Michael but Melissa is young enough to be adversely affected by Prudence's behavior. I wish you would consider allowing the girls to stay here in Camden Corners with me.”

“Millicent, you are a newlywed and you already have a full house. I couldn't ask you to look after my daughters too.”

“We haven't even begun to fill up all the rooms on the second floor of this house. Leland and I will be together enough. We aren't teenagers, you know.” The color rose in Millie's face as she spoke those words.

Neville chuckled. “Maybe it would be a good idea. At least until Prudence accepts help with her problem. I don't like taking the girls away from her but I wonder if she would even notice. She is so filled with hate for me I don't think she can think about anyone else right now. Let me talk to them and see how they feel.”

Neville couldn't believe how relieved both girls were. Michael had been offered a job working with James and was reluctant to take it because Melanie wanted to stay in Greensboro to protect her sister. Melissa was relieved she wouldn't have to go back into that house. It seems one of her mother's flying objects hit Melissa on the shoulder. She had hidden her bruise from everyone wanting to protect her mother. She was reluctant to enter her mother's room after that.

Neville returned to Greensboro the day after the wedding. He planned to pack the girls' clothes and mail them. He was determined to fix the mess with Prudence. He would demand she get the help she needed or he would leave her. It went against everything he believed in but he did need to put his foot down.

“Where are my children?” Prudence demanded. “You have taken them away from me.”

“Prudence, they are staying in Camden Corners because they want to avoid seeing their mother in this condition. Did you know Melissa was hit by something you threw during a rampage? She hasn't been in your room to see you in over two weeks because she is afraid of you. Did you even miss her?”

“That's a lie. She was here just yesterday. You are forcing her to stay with Millicent. I know that woman hates me.”

Neville left the room and came back with a large container. He started dumping everything Prudence could possibly pick up and throw. She got out of bed and started pounding him on the back. He continued throwing every bottle, hairbrush and lamp into the container. He went through her drawers and found bottles of sherry and whiskey. He picked those up and dumped them into the trash. He turned on his heel and walked out of the room.

Prudence couldn't find anything to throw at the door so she proceeded to scream until she had no voice left.

Neville sat in the parlor, put his head in his hands and wept for the woman he had never loved.

Prudence slept for several hours. When she woke up panic set in. She recalled Neville telling her the girls were with Millicent.

“He and that harlot are not going to take my children from me. She has my husband but I will kill her before I allow her to have my daughters too.”

The household was quiet. It was just after two o'clock in the morning. Prudence silently got out of bed and dressed as warmly as she could. She noticed a bottle of whiskey Neville overlooked when he was acting like a maniac throwing everything away.

“I can't drink any of that now. I have a mission. I will pay a little visit to Neville's mistress. I have to keep my head clear for that. I'll make sure Melissa comes home with me. I don't care what happens to Melinda. She has shamed the family name because of her liaison with that Cassidy boy. The Merryweathers can keep that one.”

Prudence had been an excellent horsewoman before the drink took hold. She knew her way through the back roads and was sure she could make it all the way to Camden Corners. If she remembered correctly, it was a two hour ride by carriage. If she rode her horse hard enough she was sure she could make it in half the time. She quietly went out the back of the house, walked to the stables and saddled King. He was the fastest and strongest horse Neville owned.

She rode fast and hard until she came to Camden Corners. Her mind was whirling. There was no mistaking the house on the hill. The largest one in town. The house that should have been hers. She was determined to claim it.

King stopped at the lake and drank the cold water. Prudence was thirsty herself but preferred something other than water. She guided King up the hill. The house was dark. She walked to the back door. It was locked but Prudence remembered there was always a key under the rock in the garden. She found it and unlocked the door. The stairs creaked but she didn't hear anyone stirring in the living quarters. She finally made it to the top of the stairs. She walked into the parlor and felt her way to the first bedroom. Suddenly she felt an arm around her neck and shoulders. A light snapped on and she saw the face of a young man who looked exactly like Neville.

“So we finally meet James. You look just like your no good father.”

The noise awoke the entire household. Millie was the first to speak.

“Prudence, what are you doing here? Does Neville know where you are? How did you get here?”

“So many questions Millicent. Which one of these fools married the old hag?”

Harvey stepped forward. “It's obvious you are upset Mrs. Merryweather so I will ignore that ill-mannered remark. However, I would not repeat those words in my presence.”

This man was intimidating. Prudence decided she had better be on her best behavior. “I don't want to interfere with your night of sleep. I simply want to speak with the tramp who has stolen my husband.” She looked up and saw a very attractive woman staring at her in disbelief.

“I believe you are referring to me Mrs. Merryweather. I am Helene Robinson. I assure you your husband has remained loyal to you. Our only connection is our son who was born before you and Neville were married.”

“Mother!” Melinda entered the room followed by Melissa. “What on earth are you doing here? Where is father? What have you done to him?”

“I have done nothing to your precious father. He was asleep when I left. I have come to collect your sister. You are welcome to stay in this commune. Have you people no shame. Flaunting your illicit relationships all over town. Melissa, you are coming home with me where you belong.”

“No Mother. I will not go with you now or at any time in the future if you don't stop drinking. You have hurt everyone in this family with your behavior.”

Melanie held her sister close. She hadn't realized how much the young girl had suffered in silence for quite some time.

“Mother. Just leave. I'm sure Leo will take you to the train station to wait for the first train going to Greensboro.”

“That's it. That's all you girls have to say to your mother after all I have given up for you. I use to have a beautiful figure envied by every young girl in Greensboro. Your father insisted on having children and now look at me.”

“Mother if you feel better blaming Melissa and me for your ruined figure and life go right ahead. The next time you take one of your many drinks just think what that is doing to your whole body. Mother you look like a woman twice your age because you won't stop drinking.”

Prudence picked up a vase and threw it at her daughter hitting her on the side of the head and causing a gaping wound. Everyone rushed to Melinda's side. James reached out his arms to hold Prudence back and she picked up a glass figurine and hit him with all her might. James fell back and Prudence ran down the stairs and out the door. King was still standing although it would be obvious to most people that he was suffering. King had not been cooled down before he drank out of the lake and was suffering from colic. Prudence paid no attention, mounted the horse and used the whip on him. King reared up and an unsteady Prudence was thrown off his back hitting her head on the ground. The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes was James Robinson looking down at her. Millie and Addie came running with blankets to keep her warm while James ran down the hill to Doc's house. Helene was comforting Melinda and Melissa.

“Oh Helene, I know something terrible has happened to Mother. We were all so mean to her. I know she doesn't love me but I do love her,” Melissa cried in Helene's arms.

“Darling Melissa. I am sure your mother loves you very much. She is unhappy and said some hurtful things. I know she didn't mean them. How could anyone who knows you not love you. A mother always loves her children more than anything else in the world.” Helene hoped what she was saying was true in Prudence's case. She had her doubts but she was not going to let these girls think their mother didn't love them.

Doc made the trek up the hill on foot. He had his medical bag but it would do no good. Prudence Wingate Merryweather was dead.

“I'm very sorry for your loss Millicent. I am required by law to call Sheriff Mendenhall. I asked James to go to his home and bring him back up here. Millicent, he will need to know exactly what happened.”

“I understand Doc. I wonder if you would take a look at Melanie, I'm afraid she has a gash in her head. I wish Neville was here to tell the girls about their mother. Will you help me, Doc?”

“Of course, Millie. Let's go tell them now. I'll check out Melanie too. Do I need to call Oscar before the sheriff gets here?”

“No Doc, Prudence did this to herself. I suspect she has the remains of alcohol in her system. She has been drinking heavily of late.”

James and the sheriff arrived on the scene along with Deputy Arnie Pfeiff. They lifted Prudence onto the buckboard covering her body with a tarp. James felt sick to his stomach as he watched the men pick up the lifeless body. He felt nothing but sadness for this woman who had spent so many years with his father.

The sheriff entered the house just as Millie was telling the girls their mother had died. They cried and reassured each other that their mother would be happier now.

“Deputy Pfeiff will telephone the Greensboro sheriff when he returns to the office. The sheriff will inform Neville of his wife's death. Doc have you determined the cause of death?”

“Yes Sheriff. I believe Mrs. Merryweather fell from her horse and struck her head. I believe she died instantly or shortly thereafter. From what I can tell, the horse was suffering from colic. My guess would be he drank from the lake before he had a chance to cool down after a long ride from Greensboro. My determination is that Mrs. Merryweather suffered an accidental death.”

“Who discovered the body?”

“I did sir. Mrs. Merryweather looked at me and then closed her eyes. I couldn't feel a pulse.”

“I know you are all upset, I apologize but I do need to determine what transpired here this evening. Mrs. Harvey, may I start with you?”

“Of course, Sheriff.” It was the first time Millie heard her new married name and in spite of the circumstances, she was pleased with the sound of it. Millie told the sheriff everything she could recall including the attack on Melanie and James.

“I believe we are finished here, I am very sorry for your loss. Good evening everyone.”

The housekeeper was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for Neville when there was a knock on the door.

Neville opened the door. “Hello Sheriff, what can I do for you this morning?”

“It's about Mrs. Merryweather sir.”

“My wife is still in bed this morning Sheriff. What is this all about?”

“Are you quite sure she is in bed? I'm sorry to inform you we received a report that she was found dead in Camden Corners.”

Neville's mouth flew open. He ran up the stairs two and three at a time. He opened the door to Prudence's room and saw the empty bed.

He ran back down the stairs. “What was she doing in Camden Corners? She was in bed asleep when I retired last evening? I don't understand any of this.”

“I'm sorry sir, I don't have any of the details. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“No thank you Sheriff. I will have to make arrangements to go to Camden Corners as soon as possible. I don't understand how she made the trip last night.”

“Apparently she fell from a horse.”

Neville ran to the stables and discovered King was missing.

Everything was starting to fall into place. Prudence must have been going to Camden Corners to take the girls back. He informed the household staff that their mistress had died accidentally. He noticed they all sympathized but not one of them shed a tear. He didn't blame them but he did feel sad for Prudence. He needed to get to his girls as quickly as possible. He packed a few things and went immediately to the train station. He boarded the train 30 minutes later. He sat in the dining car and remembered just two days ago making this trip with his girls. They were excited about Aunt Millie getting married. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. What a difference a couple of days made.