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  Her knees trembled so badly she couldn’t seem to get up. She felt strong arms reach for her, and her husband’s desperate voice uttered her name, over and over. She clung to him as he raised her, then crushed her to him.

  “Are you all right?” he asked hoarsely, and she nodded.

  “I’m not hurt, only scared.” She glanced across the desk to where Sir Walter stood with head down, looking dazed and unsteady on his feet. P.C. Northcott was fastening the killer’s hands behind his back, while Kevin Prestwick looked on. Standing behind them, Clive was rubbing his knuckles.

  “Come,” Baxter said, leading her out from behind her desk. “I will take you back to the suite and we will talk there.”

  “No.” She held back, anxious to know what was happening. “I need to go back to the library. I hope the guests know nothing of this?”

  “Not as far as we know.”

  “I’ll be taking this fellow here down to the police station,” P.C. Northcott said, looking at the doctor. “That’s if you will take us in your carriage, Dr. Prestwick?”

  “My pleasure.” Kevin Prestwick looked grim. “I’m happy he will be getting exactly what he deserves.”

  “I think you will be needing this,” Cecily said, pulling the cravat from her sleeve. “You will find Sir Walter’s tie inside, and the necklace he tore from Ellie’s neck.”

  “Oh, well done.” Dr. Prestwick glanced over at Cecily. “Are you sure you are not feeling out of sorts? I can give you a sedative. You might not be able to sleep well after this.”

  “I will be quite all right, thank you.” Cecily gave him a wobbly smile. “I really must get back to my guests.”

  “Very well.” The doctor waited for the others to leave, then followed them out the door.

  The moment the door closed behind them, Baxter drew his wife close again. “I thought he’d killed you,” he muttered, and rested his forehead against hers. “When I rushed in here and didn’t see you I thought-”

  She pulled back and laid a finger against his lips. “You should know it would take a far more clever man than Sir Walter to be rid of me.”

  He stared into her eyes for a moment, then smiled. “I suppose that means I am encumbered with you forever.”

  She returned the smile. “Indubitably, my dear husband.”

  Gertie picked up the last silver platter and stacked it on the tray. One final look around the library and she could take the dishes down to the kitchen. The rest of the evening, what was left of it, would be hers. Hers and the twins.

  She looked up as the door opened and smiled at Clive as he walked toward her.

  “Here.” He held out his hand. “Let me take that down for you. You must be anxious to get back to the children.”

  She pulled a face. “I don’t know about anxious. They’re so wild with excitement it will take them hours to settle down to sleep.”

  He grinned. “Just tell them Father Christmas won’t come until they fall asleep.”

  “I usually do.” She handed him the tray. “Doesn’t always work.”

  “They’ll grow up so fast. You’ll miss these days.”

  “Yeah, I know.” She looked up at him. “You like children, don’t you?”

  “Yes, very much.” He gave her one of his disturbing looks. “Children are what make life worthwhile.”

  “Did you never get married?”

  “I was married once.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.”

  “So am I.”

  She wanted to ask him if he had children, but was afraid it might upset him. Deciding it was time to change the subject, she said quickly, “Madam must be so grateful to you.”

  Now he looked wary. “Why?”

  “She told Mrs. Chubb what happened, and Chubby told me. She said you rushed in her office and punched the daylights out of that horrible man. He would have killed her if you hadn’t been there.”

  Clive shrugged. “I just happened to get there first. Mr. Baxter and the doctor were right behind me, and the constable was there, too.”

  “Well, I’m proud to know you, Clive Russell.” She looked up at him. “Thank you for being so good to my twins. They really like you.”

  “I like them, too.” He looked at her for a long moment, then carried the tray over to the door.

  “Here, I’ll open it for you.” She hurried over to him and opened the door. “Thanks for taking the tray down.”

  “My pleasure.” He inclined his head, gesturing for her to go first.

  She brushed past him, and stepped out into the corridor. “Happy Christmas, Clive.”

  He nodded at her. “Happy Christmas, Gertie.”

  She was halfway down the hallway when he called out after her. “What about you?”

  She stopped and looked back. “What about me?”

  “You said the twins like me.”

  His grin brought a glow in her cheeks. “I like you, too, Clive.”

  A few moments later she opened the door of her room to find the twins waiting for her. Her heart still ached for Dan, and probably would for a long time to come. In another week he would be gone, and she would be alone again.

  Well, not quite alone. She had her babies, and the Pennyfoot family. The memory of Clive’s shy smile warmed her again. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad Christmas after all.

  “That was a very narrow escape tonight,” Baxter said, sternly, as he closed the door to their suite. “Much too close for comfort.”

  Cecily had to agree. Seated in front of her dresser, her legs still trembled every time she thought about that knife in Sir Walter’s hand. “Kevin said he thinks Sir Walter has a brain tumor. It makes people do all sorts of things they’d never dream of doing normally.”

  “Including mass murders?”

  Cecily sighed. “I must admit, it was rather extreme. I feel so sorry for Lady Esmeralda. I saw her leave with Sam Northcott. I could tell she was in a state of supreme shock.” She stared at her husband’s image in the mirror. “Speaking of Sam, how did the constable come to be here tonight?”

  “The operator rang him.”

  “Operator?”

  “Yes. Apparently you took the telephone off its hook to ring someone, and didn’t put it back until some time later. The operator was listening to the conversation, realized something was wrong, and rang for Northcott.”

  “Good heavens. There are some advantages to having a meddlesome operator after all.”

  “Yes, well, Northcott rang Prestwick and asked him to bring him over in the carriage. He thought it would take too long on his bicycle.”

  “Ah, so that’s why Kevin was here. But what about Clive? How did he happen to be there at just the right moment?”

  “He was looking for you when he saw Northcott arrive. He came and told me and we reached your office just in time to hear the crash on your door. Northcott and Prestwick were farther down the hallway, but we all made a dash for the door. Clive was the first one to go in and he took the blighter down.”

  “How very courageous of him. He saved my life.”

  Baxter looked offended. “I would have done the same had I arrived there first.”

  “I know you would, dear.” Cecily smiled at him. “It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve saved me from the hands of a killer.”

  “Well, I certainly hope it’s the last.” He walked over to her and sat down beside her on the stool. “So what made you suspect Sir Walter?”

  “Remember the handkerchief I found?”

  “With the R.M. initials?”

  Cecily nodded. “His wife must have noticed blood on his finger. He told her he cut it, and she gave him her handkerchief to cover it. The initials stand for Rosewood Manor. Ellie’s mother told me that Ellie worked there when she was in London.

  “Sir Walter mentioned Rosewood when he was talking about the carol singers. That’s when I realized that Sir Walter must have been well acquainted with Ellie.”

  “That wouldn’t necessarily mean he killed her.”


  “No, of course not, but then I started thinking about the photographs.”

  Baxter looked puzzled. “What do they have to do with anything?”

  Cecily removed the string of pearls from her neck and laid them in their velvet-lined box. “Sir Walter told you his valet had forgot to pack his white tie, which is why he asked to borrow one of yours for the ball.”

  “Yes, I remember.”

  “Well, I knew he had to be wearing a white tie the night before at the banquet. I surely would have noticed if he hadn’t.

  “Which made me wonder what had happened to that tie. Just to make sure, I looked at the photographs. There is a very clear image of him wearing a white bow tie. There had to be a reason why he lied about it.”

  Baxter’s frown deepened. “Why did he lie about it?”

  “He couldn’t wear his own tie because there was a bloodstain on it. He had blood on his hand after tearing Ellie’s necklace from her neck, and must have touched his tie. It’s a silk tie, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to remove the stains, so he asked to borrow one from you.”

  “How did you know all that?”

  “I didn’t.” Cecily began unpinning her hair. “I knew there had to be a good reason why he wasn’t wearing his own tie, so I thought if I could find it, I might find evidence that would convict him. So I searched his room.”

  Baxter closed his eyes with a groan. “I might have guessed. So that’s where you found the tie and the necklace. Still, it wasn’t much for you to take such a chance. After all, he could have simply mislaid the tie.”

  “Perhaps, but I also remembered that Samuel had a nasty streak of black on his coat. He said he got it from cleaning one of the cars. He also mentioned that the car was extremely dirty. I realized it could have been coal dust from Ellie’s body. Whoever killed her would have had to find some way of taking her into the woods.”

  “How did you know it was Sir Walter’s car?”

  She smiled. “A simple process of elimination. There are only three cars in the stables. One belongs to Mr. Mortimer, or rather, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle-” She broke off with a gasp. “I really must get his autograph before he leaves.”

  “The Millshires’ car is also in the stables.”

  “True. I considered him for an instant, but there again, there was the handkerchief, and the fact that Ellie had worked for Sir Walter.” She was tempted to tell him about Madeline’s prediction, but quickly shunned the idea. “With everything put together, I was convinced I had the killer. All I had to do was prove it.”

  “And, as has happened so many times before, you almost died in the process.” He shook his head, his grave glance meeting hers. “When, Cecily? When are you going to give up all this nonsense and live a normal life?”

  She sighed. “I don’t go looking for these situations. They come to me.”

  “Yes, I know.” He stared down at his hands. “I’m beginning to believe in the Christmas curse. Either the Pennyfoot is cursed or you are.”

  She laughed. “I suppose we’ll never know exactly which one it is.”

  “There’s one way to find out.” He looked up again, his expression giving her cause to worry. “You could leave.”

  The cold feeling in her chest spread rapidly. “We tried that once. We were miserable.”

  “You were miserable. I was unhappy because I knew you were.” He drew such a deep breath she saw his chest rise and fall. “Cecily, I have had an offer from a very influential businessman. He purchases properties in foreign lands and turns them into hotels. He wants me to go to these places, oversee the renovations, then hire and train the personnel to run them.”

  She stared at him, eyes wide, not knowing quite how she felt. “Bax, darling, that would be so wonderful for you! Seeing all those exotic countries and meeting the people, what an exciting career!” The familiar lump rose in her throat and she swallowed. “Oh, but how I should miss you. I imagine you would be gone months at a time.”

  He nodded, his face a mask of wariness. “Months.”

  “Well,” she swallowed again, “you must take it, of course. You can’t possibly allow such a wonderful opportunity to slip by. I’ll manage somehow, and we’ll make up for lost time when you are home.”

  “He wants you to come with me.”

  Now she felt as if all the breath had been knocked out of her body. “What?”

  Baxter nodded. “When I told him about your experience with hotel management, he thought we would make a wonderful partnership. I would oversee the renovations, while you train the staff.” He turned her toward him and grasped her hands. “Think of it, my love, being together in places like China, India, Australia, Jamaica. We could meet up with your sons, and see the world together. Can you imagine how exciting that would be? You wouldn’t have time to be miserable.”

  Yes, she thought. Exciting. But how could she bear to leave Badgers End and the Pennyfoot again?

  He must have known what she was thinking. “Just promise me one thing.”

  “All right.”

  “Promise me you will think about it.”

  She let out her breath on a long sigh. She’d probably be thinking of nothing else from now on. “I will.”

  He leaned forward to kiss her and she clung to him. How could she take this opportunity away from him? Then again, how could she leave the Pennyfoot again after all these years?

  “Happy Christmas, my love.”

  She drew back to look at him. “Happy Christmas, darling.”

  She would put away the decision for now. For no matter what she decided, or what happened in the future, nothing would ever change her love for her husband. That was all that really mattered.

  Kate Kingsbury

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