Authors: Miranda James
Jacqueline looked offended for a moment, but then appeared to consider the question seriously. She finally said, “I understand why you mention her, but I really don’t think she would have done those things. She might have broken the ornaments and not told
Maman
, but she wouldn’t have done it deliberately.” She smiled briefly. “I know she wouldn’t have dared touch the prayer book, because she was superstitious about anything religious like that.”
An’gel wasn’t totally convinced, but for the moment she simply nodded. With both Sondra and Mireille now dead, there was no way to know the truth.
“What about Trey?” she asked. “He doesn’t live here, does he?”
“No,” Jacqueline said. “He has a small house in St. Ignatiusville. Horace insisted he move out after he got Sondra pregnant.”
“Would he take it on himself to persecute Mireille to help his father?”
“I honestly don’t know,” Jacqueline said. “He always wants to please Horace and show his father that he can be every bit as astute a businessman as Horace. But I’ve never seen him be vicious either. He has a temper, I’ll admit that, but once he boils over, he usually calms down quickly.”
A person with a temperament like that was the opposite of one who would coldly carry out a campaign of vindictive acts against another, An’gel reasoned. She was inclined to believe Jacqueline, and that meant scratching another name off the list.
“All right then,” she said. “Who’s left, among persons who are regularly in the house?”
“Lance, of course,” Jacqueline said. “But I think we can discount him because, well, because he’s Lance. He’d never think up anything like that on his own, and he had no reason I can imagine to want to hurt
Maman
. She’s always been quite fond of him, and he of her, in his way.”
An’gel agreed that Lance wouldn’t have thought of harming Mireille through destruction of beloved possessions, but if another person talked him into it somehow? That was a possibility, even if only a small one. “Is he easily manipulated or suggestible?” An’gel asked.
“I suppose he is,” Jacqueline said. “But he’s at heart a
truly sweet boy. He would know that
Maman
would be hurt by losing things dear to her, and I don’t think he would do it on his own or be manipulated into it because of that.”
“Anyone else?” An’gel said. “What about your lawyer, Mr. Thurston? Is he in the house frequently?”
“Yes, he is,” Jacqueline said. “He’s never married and has no family to speak of, and he was Terence’s best friend.
Maman
relies on him a lot as an advisor, and he comes to dinner a couple of times a week.” She frowned. “I’d hate to think of him doing such a terrible thing to
Maman
because she’s so fond of him, almost treats him like a son in some ways. He took Terence’s place, I suppose, because
Maman
adored Terence, and the two of them were friends from childhood.”
“No one else?” An’gel asked.
“No, no one that’s here on a regular basis,” Jacqueline said.
An’gel felt frustrated because Jacqueline had reasonable arguments to explain why almost everyone on the list couldn’t, or wouldn’t, be the person behind the nasty tricks on Mireille.
Almost everyone, she thought. Everyone except Estelle.
She was so lost in thought she didn’t hear Benjy enter the room. He startled her when he spoke.
“Excuse me, ladies, but Estelle wanted me to tell everyone lunch is ready.”
“Thank you, Benjy.” Jacqueline rose. “Do you know where Tippy is?”
“Yes, ma’am. She’s with Miss Dickce in the kitchen. I thought I’d eat in the kitchen with her, and then take her upstairs to play or to nap,” Benjy said diffidently. “Does she take a nap in the afternoon?”
“Usually,” Jacqueline said, “though she can be difficult to settle down sometimes. If you can get her to be still for a few minutes, though, she’ll drop right off.”
“If you don’t mind me having Peanut and Endora in her room, I’m pretty sure I can get her to be still.” Benjy grinned. “I’ll tell her the animals need a nap.”
Jacqueline smiled. “I don’t mind at all. I may have to think about getting a dog or a cat for Tippy. We always used to have both in the house, but not since Tippy was born.” Her face darkened for a moment. “Someone told Sondra that old wives’ tale about a cat sucking away a baby’s breath, and after that she didn’t want an animal in the house.”
Benjy obviously didn’t know how to reply to that, so An’gel spoke to save him any embarrassment.
“Peanut and Endora are smart and well behaved,” she said. “They won’t harm Tippy, both Benjy and I can promise you that.”
“I’m not worried,” Jacqueline said. “I really appreciate you looking after my granddaughter.” She nodded at Benjy. “I think I’ll go wash up before we eat, if you’ll excuse me.” She walked out of the room after An’gel nodded.
“I never heard that,” Benjy said. “About a cat sucking away a baby’s breath. That’s crazy.”
An’gel shook her head. “Folklore, I suppose. Who knows how it got started? Probably something to do with witches and their familiars, who were usually black cats.”
“Interesting,” Benjy said. “I guess maybe people thought witches sent their cats to harm babies.”
“Something like that.” An’gel rose. “Enough of that morbid subject. I need to freshen up a bit myself. Thanks for all your help.”
“My pleasure.” Benjy smiled. “I’ll head back to the kitchen. I’ll need to take Peanut out again later this afternoon, so if you or Miss Dickce could take over for a little while, that would be great.”
“One of us will,” An’gel said. She intended for it to be Dickce, but she wouldn’t tell Benjy that.
They parted ways at the stairs, and An’gel trod up to her room, right off the landing at the back of the house. She went first to the bathroom to wash her hands, then into her room to check her hair and makeup. The vanity stood next to a window that looked out over the backyard toward the servants’ quarters, and when she finished her appraisal of her hair and makeup, An’gel stood and surveyed the scene.
The sun was out, and there were no clouds, she was thankful to note. A movement she noticed with her peripheral vision drew her gaze toward the servants’ quarters. She thought she saw the back of some person disappearing around the side of the building, into the trees, but she couldn’t be sure. She watched a bit longer, but whoever had ducked around the corner didn’t come back.
What reason could someone have for going into the woods? She couldn’t imagine why Jackson would be rambling around among the trees, and she knew Estelle should be downstairs in the kitchen.
So who was it? And what was he up to?
CHAPTER 28
A
n’gel wasted no further time in speculation. She headed downstairs to the kitchen to make sure Estelle was there and to find out where Jackson was.
On her way down the hall past the dining room, she caught a glimpse of the butler placing a dish on the sideboard. There was no way he could have made it from the servants’ quarters into the house so soon after An’gel spotted someone there.
Moving into the kitchen, she found Estelle busy at the stove, while Benjy and Tippy occupied two spaces at the table. Estelle noticed her and scowled.
“No need for you in here,” she said. “Most of the food’s in the dining room.”
“Fine,” An’gel said. “But I want to talk to you later.” She exited the kitchen before Estelle could reply. She really did not appreciate the woman’s constant rudeness, and that
made her all the more determined to have it out with the housekeeper the moment lunch was done.
In the dining room she found Jacqueline and Dickce, along with an unexpected guest, Lance Perigord. He was sporting a black eye and a bruised nose but otherwise seemed his usual inconsequential self. When An’gel came into the room, he was telling his hostess and Dickce about a television show An’gel had never heard of but that Lance swore was totally riveting.
Jackson hovered near the sideboard, and he smiled when he saw An’gel. She immediately went to him and asked him how he was doing. “I’ve been worried about you,” she said.
“Thank you kindly, Miss An’gel,” he said. “I’m doing all right. The Lord is giving me strength.”
“Good. He does look after us,” An’gel said, and indeed the man did look better, she thought. His back was straighter, and his whole demeanor more positive than the last time she had seen him.
“That He does,” Jackson said. “That He does. Now why don’t you have a seat, Miss An’gel, and let me serve you your lunch?”
“Thank you,” she said with a smile. She joined the others at the table, choosing a seat across from Lance. She wanted to observe him as much as possible.
Lance continued to drone on about the television program, and Jacqueline and Dickce nodded occasionally as they ate their food. Jackson put a plate in front of An’gel. Estelle had taken the ground beef and made it into large patties. There was also grilled asparagus, mashed potatoes, and corn that An’gel suspected came from a can. She tasted
the ground beef, and it was cooked to perfection and seasoned with salt, pepper, garlic, and another herb she couldn’t quite place.
When Lance finally ran out of things to say about the television show, An’gel spoke up. “I’m happy to see you, Lance. I was worried about you after what happened.”
Lance stared at her. “After what happened?”
An’gel pointed to her eye and her nose. “The encounter you had that left you unconscious on the floor.”
Lance looked confused.
“She’s talking about when you got the black eye and the sore nose,” Jacqueline explained.
“Oh,” Lance said. “I’m okay, but my face is a wreck.” He frowned. “My mother says if I’m permanently scarred because of this, she’s going to sue Trey for a million dollars.”
Jacqueline paled at that, and Dickce and An’gel exchanged glances.
“How did your mother come up with that amount?” Dickce asked. “A million dollars is a lot of money.”
“Mama says that’s how much my face would be worth if someone in New York discovered it,” Lance replied smugly. “Mama thinks I should be a model.” His expression turned sour. “And I was going to be, because Sondra and I were going to New York and I was going to be discovered. But now that’s not going to happen.” He brightened. “Unless Mama gets that million dollars from Trey.”
“I’m sure your face will heal just fine and there won’t be any permanent damage,” Dickce said soothingly. “This time next week you’ll be back to just the way you were before.”
“That would be nice,” Lance said. “I couldn’t stand being ugly or disfigured.” He frowned. “But if I’m not,
then Mama won’t get the million dollars and I won’t be able to go to New York. It’s all so confusing.”
If this is all an act, then he should definitely be in New York, but on the Broadway stage
. An’gel didn’t think, however, that Lance was acting, but she almost wished he was. The boy was painfully stupid.
“Yes, I’m sure it is,” Jacqueline said. “But wait and see what happens, okay, and don’t worry too much about it. Even if you end up looking like you always did, you may still find some way to New York without getting that million dollars from Trey.”
Lance brightened at that. Before he could launch into further inane speech, An’gel said, “I presume you’re going back to town after you finish lunch, Jacqueline. Would you like Dickce or me to come with you?”
Jacqueline shook her head. “Oh, no, I appreciate it, but if I need someone, Horace is in town. No, you stay here.”
An’gel and Dickce exchanged glances. Jacqueline clearly did not want either of them to go with her, and An’gel couldn’t really understand why. It was Jacqueline’s choice, however, and she and Dickce would abide by her wishes.
“All right,” An’gel said. “I have things I need to take care of anyway, and Dickce will be helping Benjy look after Tippy.”
“I like Tippy,” Lance said. “She likes to play with me, and she doesn’t ask me hard questions.”
“I know Tippy would like to see you, Lance,” An’gel said. “She was asking about you earlier.”
“That’s sweet,” Lance said. “I hope she’ll still recognize me.” He touched his bruised nose and winced. “I look so different right now.”
“She’ll know who you are,” Dickce said. An’gel could see her sister struggling not to giggle. “And if for some reason she doesn’t, I’ll introduce you.”
Lance beamed at her. “Thank you. I wouldn’t want her to think I’m a stranger. Little girls aren’t supposed to play with strangers.” Lance paused, his brow furrowed. “I don’t think little boys are supposed to either.”
“No, they’re not.” Jacqueline laid aside her fork and pushed back her chair. “Sorry to rush off like this, but I really need to get to town. Lance, you’re welcome to stay for dinner tonight if you’d like, although you’d better check with your mother.”
“Mama will be happy if I stay here for dinner,” Lance said. “She told me I needed to be here to be a constant reminder.” He frowned. “Can’t remember what I’m supposed to be a reminder of, but Mama thinks I should stay.”
Jacqueline drew a deep breath, and her eyes rolled heavenward for a moment. “Then that’s okay. I’ll see y’all later.” She walked out of the dining room, and moments later An’gel heard her running lightly up the stairs.
An’gel figured she knew why Mama Perigord wanted Lance to hang around Willowbank. She was hoping someone would feel guilty enough about Trey’s attack on her baby to offer her some cash. An’gel thought Mama Perigord was probably a bit too mercenary, but she did agree that Lance deserved something from Trey after that nasty assault.
Benjy and Tippy walked into the dining room, and Tippy squealed with happiness the moment she spotted Lance.
“Wance!” She ran to him and held out her arms. Lance pushed back his chair and picked her up. He hugged her
tight, and Tippy wrapped her arms around his neck. “Oh, Wance, I’m so gwad you is here. Can you come pway with me and Benjy?”
Lance eased his grip on Tippy and let her down. He smiled. “I’d love to play with you, sweetie. And Benjy, too.” He smiled at Benjy as well, and Benjy blushed slightly.
An’gel hoped Lance wouldn’t make a nuisance of himself where Benjy was concerned, but she trusted Benjy to handle the situation on his own.