Part 36 (1/2)

”Oh, but this is fun,” Ruth said, obviously curious about what we'd found.

”Probably just a love note from my brother to Julie's sister,” Ethan said. ”Not fit for the PG-13 crowd.” He got to his feet.

I tucked the paper back into the giraffe, holding the red and purple halves of the toy together as Ethan helped me up. Jim and Ruth stood, as well, but Carter remained seated next to the buried bread box, still peering inside it, although without the lantern light I was certain he could see little. I guessed he was thinking about the wonderful treasures he could bury there himself.

The screen door squeaked open as Lucy left the porch and rejoined us in the yard.

”Thank you so much for the tour,” I said to the Kleins. ”And Carter, the treasure box is all yours now.”

”Awesome!” he said, getting to his feet.

”Thank Julie,” Ruth instructed him.

”Thank you,” he said.

”You're very welcome.” I looked at Ruth and Jim. ”And thanks for letting us dig up your yard.”

”Sure.” Jim grinned, his face ghostly in the lantern light.

”Please feel free to come over anytime,” Ruth said.

We walked between the two houses to get to Ethan's front yard. I held on to Lucy's arm.

”We found this old plastic giraffe in the Nancy Drew box,” I told her. ”There's a piece of paper in it. Ned and Isabel used to use it to send notes to each other. But the weird thing is, I am ninety-nine point nine-percent sure I never put it in the box.”

Lucy was quiet. As Ethan pushed open his front door, she whispered in my ear, ”I remembered something about the night Isabel was killed,” she said.

”What?” I whispered back, uncertain why we were being stealthy.

She didn't answer me.

”What?” I asked again, and she shook her head quickly.

”Later,” she whispered, and I knew better than to push her; she must have had her reasons for keeping her memory from Ethan.

We followed Ethan out to his porch, where he turned on the floor lamp, flooding the table with light.

”Let's take a look at that paper,” he said, as the three of us sat down.

I opened the giraffe and the folded piece of paper fell out. Carefully I flattened it on the tabletop. It was a note, written on what looked to be half a sheet of pale pink stationery, its one edge ragged, torn on an angle. The writing had faded to a bleached bluish purple, but I recognized it instantly.

”It's Izzy's writing,” I said. Isabel had had a distinctive, rounded handwriting that had gotten her into trouble with the nuns in catechism cla.s.s.

I read the note aloud.

”You are a decietful pig and I hate you,” I read. I read. ”I can't wait to tell my father everything. He adores me and you can bet he will kill you.” ”I can't wait to tell my father everything. He adores me and you can bet he will kill you.”

The three of us were quiet, letting the words sink in.

Ethan was first to speak, his voice a tired whisper. ”d.a.m.n,” he said. ”She and Ned must have been on the outs.”

I thought of telling him my suspicion about Ned's involvement with Pam, but before I could speak, I realized that Lucy was crying.

”Oh, honey.” I put my arm around her, guessing that she was moved and shaken by seeing a note from our sister. But that was not it.

”I remembered something,” she said, to both of us now.

Ethan pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her, and she pressed it to her eyes.

”The night Isabel died,” she said, ”I woke up alone in the attic. I was afraid and came downstairs, looking for you-” she spoke to me ”-but of course, I couldn't find you, since you'd gone out in the boat. I went to the bathroom, and when I came out, I happened to look toward the road and I saw someone out there. I saw the burning tip of a cigarette. I thought it was Isabel at first, walking home from one of her girlfriends' houses. But then the person walked right past our house and up your driveway.” She looked at Ethan.

Ethan closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. We were all quiet for a moment.

”I feel sick,” he said finally.

”Did Ned smoke?” Lucy asked.

Ethan nodded without opening his eyes. ”Like a chimney.”

”I'm sorry, Ethan,” I said.

”It still doesn't make sense, though.” Ethan opened his eyes and looked at the note again as if he might be able to read between the lines. ”What does this mean? How did he deceive her?” He shook his head with a stubborn resolve. ”I still refuse to think that Ned was capable of killing anyone.”

”I think he was seeing Pam Durant on the side,” I said.

”Why do you say that?” he asked.

I told him the reasons for my suspicions-George possibly spotting Ned and Pam together on the boat, Mitzi's suggestion that they would start dating after Isabel's death, and how Ned had turned to Pam for comfort.

”Isabel probably found out,” I suggested. ”She wrote him this note. He met her on the platform at the bay and they argued and he...”

”Maybe it was an accident,” Lucy said kindly. ”He didn't mean to kill her.”

”Things don't add up,” Ethan said. ”I mean, to begin with, Ned told you to tell Isabel he couldn't meet her that night.”

”But remember, he called her at Mitzi's to say he might be able to.”

Ethan looked surprised. ”I don't think I ever knew that,” he said.

”How did the note end up in your Nancy Drew box, of all places?” Lucy asked.

”I have no idea,” I said. ”They used me as a messenger, giving me the giraffe to pa.s.s between them, but I never realized it was a puzzle. Something they could hide notes in. And maybe I...I have no memory of this at all...but maybe I did did stick it in the box and don't remember doing it.” stick it in the box and don't remember doing it.”

”Or maybe Ned put it in there thinking you'd find it and realize what had happened and turn him in,” Lucy said. ”Maybe he felt guilty but couldn't bring himself to admit what he'd done.”

”Wait a minute,” Ethan said. ”He had an alibi. alibi. He was in our yard with my father.” He was in our yard with my father.”