Лейганн Доббс - A Purrfect Alibi

“Even so, she could still be the killer.” Mom seemed reluctant to let go of that theory as she ran her light over the three holes. “Sure glad we don’t have to use this thing. Did you have to when you were a kid, Millie?”

Millie snorted. “I’m not that old! We had indoor plumbing. This old thing hasn’t been used since my grandfather’s time.”

Meow!

Nero was walking along the “seat” part, which was just a long board with three large holes in it. “Don’t fall in there, because I’m not going in after you.” I used my sternest tone, but Nero just blinked at me and continued walking along, balancing precariously on the edges of the holes as if challenging me.

When Nero moved, my light picked out a spot in the wood that looked like it had fresh scratch marks. “Look at this, looks like someone pried this open.”

“A hidden compartment, maybe?” Millie put her flashlight in her mouth and reached over toward the wood. She tugged and pulled and finally a small section slid back revealing a dark hole.

“What’s in it?” Mom asked.

We all shone our lights into the dark section. “Can’t see. The compartment goes behind the board.” Millie angled the light and craned her neck to see inside. “Darn. It’s too dark in there.”

“Reach in with your hand,” Mom suggested.

“I’m not reaching in with my hand, you do it.” Millie stepped back from the hole and gestured for my mother to step up.

Mom looked at the hole uncertainly. “I’m not doing it. Josie, you do it. You’re younger and if something bites you, you have a much higher chance of recovery.” Mom pushed me toward the hole.

Visions of nests of spiders, centipedes or worse ran though my head as I aimed my flashlight inside. Someone had to reach in though, and I didn’t want Mom or Millie to get hurt. Guess it was up to me.

I slowly put my hand in, tentatively feeling the sides and bottom of the compartment, my heart thudding with the expectation of feeling the creepy sensation of insect legs at any moment. Thankfully I didn’t, but I also didn’t feel anything of interest. Satisfied that I’d explored the entire compartment, I withdrew my hand as quickly as possible. “It’s empty.”

“Darn!” Mom said.

Millie shone the beam of her flashlight over the interior of the outhouse again. Probably looking for more secret compartments. “Esther must have come in and gotten the recorder after the noises played. She’d have had plenty of time and we wouldn’t have seen her because we were busy with Gail.”

“But how would she know there was a secret compartment in the first place?” I asked. Still not convinced, I shone my light on the scratches again. The scratched wood was light, almost white in color. Surely it had been done recently.

“Good question,” Mom said. “Maybe it wasn’t Esther. Maybe it was Jed’s ghost. He’d know about the hiding place I bet.”

“Rose, there’s no such thing as ghosts!” Millie who had had her back to us, turned quickly, the flashlight under her chin lighting her face in a ghastly way.

Mom screamed and jumped back.

I did too.

Nero and Marlowe practically fell into the holes they were circling.

Millie cackled, then lowered the flashlight and rolled her eyes. “Come on, let’s look the rest of the place over. It’s pretty obvious someone has been in that hidden compartment, but there might be another clue and we might as well look while we are in here.”

We searched for a few minutes but found nothing else. The cats weren’t much help, they were more interested in sniffing the holes. Yech.

“Well, I guess that’s that. We need to confront Esther.” Millie brushed the dirt off her hands and started for the crescent-moon door.

Merooo! Nero sounded like he wasn’t too keen on confronting Esther. It was no wonder, she’d given the cats a lot of treats and they were probably reluctant to think she could be a killer.

“She did seem to get really mad when Victor claimed he was talking to Jed tonight,” I said.

Merope! Marlowe added her two cents as I ushered them out of the outhouse and shut the door.

“And she got that mysterious envelope,” Mom added. “We need to see what’s in there.”

“Yeah.” Millie picked up the pace and was practically jogging toward the guesthouse. I wasn’t sure if it was because it had gotten even darker and a little scary outside or if she was excited about facing Esther. “The contents of that envelope could be the key. I have a feeling that the sooner we find out what it is, the sooner we can catch our killer.”

“I haven’t seen Millie move this fast in years,” Nero said as they trotted along beside the humans. Moonlight lit the path, but the humans had their flashlights bobbing in front of them like oversized fireflies. Blades of tall grass whipped Nero in the face every so often when he strayed too close to the edge.

“She seems eager to get on with her interrogation.” Marlowe glanced back longingly at the outhouse. “It’s a shame because there were lots of lovely smells in there and I hated to leave.”

“They didn’t even notice that someone had been digging at the gazebo,” Nero said.

“We did all we could to alert them, but once they found the recorder they were focused on that.”

Nero shook his head. “Just like humans not to consider there might be another thing to investigate.”

“At least they got it half right. Gail did put the recorder there,” Marlowe said.

“But who did the digging?” Nero asked.

“It could have been Gail. She was there.”

“No, I think it was someone else. Perhaps Victor. He was missing from the guesthouse this afternoon.”

Marlowe glanced at Nero. “Before or after the noises? Maybe he was the one hiding the recorder. It would make sense because he wants everyone to think he is talking to Jed.”

“Indeed. I wonder if, perhaps, he was burying the recorder so as not to be found with the evidence.”

“Or maybe he really did talk to Jed and was digging up the treasure,” Marlowe suggested.

“There is no buried treasure!” Jed’s voice boomed from beside Nero, making him jump sideways in the air like a frightened kitten. He then leaped and pivoted, trying to pretend he did that on purpose.

“Thought I saw a snake,” Nero said at Marlowe’s amused expression.

Marlowe turned to Jed. “You keep saying there is no treasure, but your memory doesn’t appear to be very good. Maybe you are mistaken. I mean, you couldn’t remember where you had buried it.”

“That was just a momentary confusion on account of the property being so different from my time. Now that I have my bearings, I know exactly where I put things.”

“And Esther tried to dig it up, but nothing was there,” Nero added. They were almost at the house now and he wondered what Millie was going to do. At the rate she was moving she planned to go in all guns blazing and accuse Esther. That might not be the best course of action, especially since he had his doubts as to whether Esther was the killer.

“It wouldn’t be there.” Jed floated along keeping pace beside them. “I remember that old oak tree. There was no gazebo at the time, but the view of the cove is very pretty from that spot so everyone used to go there. I wouldn’t be so stupid as to bury treasure there where anyone could stumble across it.”

“So what was the digging at the gazebo about?” Marlowe asked.

Nero shrugged. “Another mystery to be solved.”

“So you say that Millie and the gang think Esther is mixed up in the murder now?” Jed asked.

“She was in the outhouse for suspicious reasons,” Nero said.

Jed stopped abruptly. He looked quite disturbed. “She may have had very good reasons. After all, I spent a lot of time in there.”