Laura Childs - Gunpowder Green

Edgefield pottery came from a rich supply of heavy clay found in Edgefield County, northwest of Charleston and located along the Savannah River. In the 1800s, Edge-field potters had crafted pitchers, storage jars, bowls, and teapots as well as little jars with faces molded into them.

“Lovely,” said Theodosia as she turned the little clay vessel over in her hands. “These things are getting hard to find. Did you just pick this up for sale in your shop?”

“Oh, no,” said Giovanni, “it was one of Doe and Oliver’s wedding gifts. Poor girl can’t bear to even look at any of these objects now. It breaks her heart to have them in the house. She’s kindly asked me to handle the sale of several pieces for her.”

“I’m sure she’s utterly shattered,” said Theodosia, even though she found it strange and almost improper for Doe to be selling off wedding presents so soon after Oliver Dixon’s death. For goodness sake, the man’s funeral wasn’t until tomorrow!

“There hasn’t been any forward progress in determining what happened to Oliver,” Giovanni said with a long face. “Everyone’s clucking about what a terrible accident it was. But, of course, I suspect the pistol was tampered with. So does Doe.”

“The police are investigating, are they not?” said Dray-ton.

“Yes,” said Giovanni slowly. “And I have asked them to take a rather hard look at Ford Cantrell. He’s a rotten egg, that one.” Giovanni shifted an earnest gaze at Theodosia. “Thank you again for your quick action at the picnic.”

Theodosia waved a hand. She would have done the same for anyone.

“Let me keep this teapot for a day or two,” offered Drayton, “and I’ll consult with an acquaintance of mine. He collects Edgefield pieces and might be able to provide us with some idea on price.”

“That would be wonderful,” murmured Giovanni Loard. His face eased into a smile as Haley approached their table, bearing a pot of tea. “Hello,” he greeted her.

“Ah, here’s the tea now,” said Drayton. “Thank you, Haley.” He poured cups of munnar tea for Giovanni, Theodosia, and himself.

But Haley didn’t budge, and Giovanni continued to smile warmly at her.

“Giovanni Loard, this is Haley Parker,” said Theodosia.

“Pleased to meet you,” said Haley. “Could I offer you a sweet? I have some lemon tarts I just took out of the oven.”

“That would be lovely,” smiled Giovanni, and Haley dashed off to fetch the pastries.

“Pretty girl,” remarked Giovanni as he took a sip of tea. “Oh, this is excellent,” he exclaimed. “And I know nothing about tea. I couldn’t tell you if this was Japanese or Chinese.”

“Actually,” said Theodosia, “it’s from India.”

“You see, what did I tell you,” said Giovanni. “Oh my!” he exclaimed as Haley returned and set a plate of pastries in front of him. “You all are just bowling me over with your care and hospitality! I can’t believe I didn’t find my way to your tea shop sooner.”

“You recently purchased a house nearby, didn’t you?” asked Theodosia. She’d recalled that Delaine had said something to her about it.

“Yes,” said Giovanni. “Over on Legare. It’s one of those old Victorian single houses. You know... charm, carved balustrades, and absolutely everything in desperate need of a repair? I’d have to characterize it as a money pit so far, but I’m holding out hope that I’ll be able to return it to classic status someday.”

“I’m familiar with that particular row of houses,” said Drayton. “Most of them have lovely gardens.”

Giovanni nodded eagerly. “The garden has been my saving grace. The brick patio, small fountain, and statuary are in almost perfect condition. All I really had to do was update a few plantings. Don’t laugh,” Giovanni said in a conspiratorial tone, “but my garden is actually included in next week’s Garden Fest.”

“That’s wonderful,” exclaimed Drayton. Besides historical restoration, Drayton was also passionate about gardening. He had cultivated an elegant garden in his small backyard and had even ventured recently toward becoming a bonsai master. “But I didn’t realize you were a member of the garden club, much less that your garden was on this year’s tour.”

“My garden open house is Friday evening,” said Giovanni, “the night after Timothy Neville’s big kickoff party. I’d be honored if you all would drop by.”

“I think Giovanni Loard wants to date Haley,” said Drayton afterward.

Haley blushed all the way down to her toes. “No way,” she said. “He’s just a nice guy. A gentleman.”

“Do you really think so?” said Theodosia. She had remained fairly quiet during Giovanni Loard’s visit. Everything that had seemed charming about him during their initial encounter last Sunday now seemed a trifle forced. On the other hand, he might have been nervous being thrust in among the three of them. Their chattiness could be a little overpowering.

“Does it seem strange to you that Doe is selling her wedding presents?” Theodosia asked Haley as she stacked jars of DuBose Bees honey and Dundee’s Devonshire cream on the shelves.

“It’s tacky,” agreed Haley. “And I’m beginning to suspect that Doe is a bit of a social climber. Why else would she have married someone so much older? I think Delaine was probably right about the money part.”

Is Doe just an out-and-out fortune hunter? Theodosia wondered to herself. Is that the bottom line?

Doe appeared harmless enough, more youthful than anything. A pretty young woman who had fallen in love with an older man. Then again, her husband had just been killed and, Oliver’s sons not withstanding, Doe stood squarely in line to inherit a good deal of his money. Which suggested she could also be regarded as a suspect.

Theodosia had been turning the idea of attending Oliver Dixon’s funeral over in her head. She had pretty much made up her mind to go.

Why not? she asked herself. Oliver Dixon had lived in the historic district, and that made him a neighbor. Going to his funeral would be a neighborly thing to do.

And, of course, she’d been present at the time of Oliver Dixon’s demise. True, she’d merely played a walk-on role, but that was more than most folks had done that terrible afternoon in White Point Gardens.

“Is this a good time?” Miss Dimple hovered in the doorway to Theodosia’s office. “I can come back a little later if you’d like. No problem.”

“Oh, Miss Dimple,” said Theodosia, pulling herself out of her thoughts. “I really was lost in thought there for a moment. Come in.”

“I brought you the spreadsheet for last month,” Miss Dimple said, smiling at Theodosia. “Things are looking fairly good, even with start-up costs on the Web site.”

“Miss Dimple,” said Theodosia, a germ of an idea flickering in her brain, “you’re an accountant. Is there some way to run a check on a company’s finances without them finding out?”

“We could run a D and B. You know, a Dun and Brad-street.”

“Is that fairly easy to do?”

“I used to do it all the time for Mr. Dauphine. Now I understand it can be done even faster over the Internet.”

“The Internet? Really?” Theodosia beamed. Here was territory she was familiar with. “Terrific suggestion. Let’s do it.”

“Have you heard the news?” Delaine Dish swept through the front door of the tea shop and planted herself at a table with all the aplomb of a Romanoff grand duchess.

“What news is that, Delaine?” Theodosia asked with a slightly resigned air. They had been frantically busy over lunch and had run out of sandwiches. Haley had bravely saved the day by whipping together a dozen fruit and cheese plates and tucking in mini stacks of water biscuits. Those fruit and cheese plates had seemed to do the trick for the folks who came in late, but Theodosia was still trying to catch her breath and wasn’t completely sure she could fully cope with Delaine and her accompanying histrionics today.