Kate held in her arms the relaxed and purring tortoiseshell kit. Joe Grey and Dulcie stepped out from behind her, Dulcie’s tail waving, Joe’s docked tail erect and cheerful, the two cats smiling up at her as they pushed past Kate’s ankles into the room. But the expression on Kate’s face made Charlie hurry her inside and hastily shut the door.
“What’s wrong? There’s nothing wrong with the kit?”
“No, she’s fine. I’m sorry I’m so early. I’m Kate. Hanni and I were up at the Pamillon place, we hurried straight down to the police, and I…”
Charlie led Kate to the dinette table and pulled out a chair. Kate sat, still holding the unprotesting kit, cuddling her as if she needed the kit’s warmth. Behind her, Joe and Dulcie leaped onto Charlie’s daybed and began diligently to wash, their expressions smug and secretive. Charlie looked at them intently. “Start again,” she told Kate, turning on the burner under the teakettle and sitting down opposite her.
“We were-we found something of-that might be Dillon’s. I…” Kate looked deeply at Charlie. “I found it. I left it there, didn’t touch it. I came right down to the police. A silver barrette. With turquoise. They-Officer Wendell has gone up to look. But I…” Kate stared absently at the teakettle. When she looked back at Charlie, her eyes were filled with fear and with a strange and powerful wonder.
“What?” Charlie said.
“We saw the lion,” Kate whispered.
“The mountain lion? The cougar?”
“Yes. And it saw us. It came toward us. The kit went up my back like a bullet.” Kate turned to show the bloody splotches down the back of her sweater. She didn’t seem concerned about the wounds or the sweater. Tenderly she stroked the kit. And she began to laugh.
“She clung on my head and she…” Kate doubled over, cradling the kit, laughing until tears came.
When she looked up, she said,“You know about them.”
Charlie was silent.
“It’s all right,” Dulcie said softly. “Kate knows-more then you’d guess.”
Charlie looked at Kate with speculation.“Then what happened?” she said. “What did the lion do?”
“He came right down into the ruin,” Kate said. “Came directly toward us-as if he was curious. He paused not twenty feet from us. We were terrified, we daren’t move. He kept coming, watching and watching us. I thought he would attack-but he was so beautiful. I can’t explain how I felt.
“The kit was up my back digging her claws in. The lion stopped again and stood looking at us. Just-looking. I wanted to run, and knew you daren’t do that. I glanced at Hanni. She was standing stone still. I felt like we were glued to the ground. And then the kit, still digging in-she snuggled down by my ear and whispered, so soft. She told me to look big, to hold my jacket up, make myself look bigger.”
From Kate’s lap, the kit stared at her, trying to see what was so amusing.
“She told me to look him in the eye and speak clearly. She said, ‘Tell him to get lost.’
“I held up my coat and spoke to him just as the kit said. And Hanni-Hanni knew what I was doing. She came up beside me, holding up her coat, and we stood together telling the lion very sternly to go away.
“And he did,” Kate said. She sat back in her chair, hugging the kit. “He turned and melted away into the garden. He was standing on a fallen tree one second and gone the next. I thought he had dropped down behind the log, that he would wait, then attack. But then we saw him far up the hill, standing among the trees. Still watching us.”
Charlie had to grin. She felt like she’d known Kate forever-Kate’s animal sense, her humor, and the way she loved the kit. All were qualities that drew her to Kate-as did the fact that she and Kate shared the cats’ momentous secret. They were bound together, with Clyde and Wilma, in a confidence that, if any of them broke it, would be the most horrible of betrayals.
“And we got out of there,” Kate said. “The moment he was gone. Went straight to the police to tell them about the barrette.”
“Wilma gave Dillon a barrette,” Charlie said. “Silver, set with turquoise strips.”
“It was there in the Pamillon nursery. Beside an old firewood box next to the hearth. A box big enough for a young girl to hide.”
“But why didn’t the searchers find it?”
“The kit found it in the chest, caught up under the lid. Must have pulled off when Dillon hid.”
Kate grinned.“The kit found it, and the cats brought it to me while Hanni was distracted.”
“And you gave it to Officer Wendell?”
“Yes. What’s wrong?”
“I… nothing. When you went to the police, wasn’t Hanni surprised that you brought the cats down from the ruins with you?”
“No. She wouldn’t have left them, with the cougar there. It seemed perfectly natural to her to bring them down.”
Charlie rose to pour boiling water into the teapot. She felt as comfortable with Kate as if she’d known her forever. Setting the teapot on the table, she fetched the lemon cookies, sliding them onto a plate.
Kate’s color was coming back. “To see such a thing, Charlie. Can you imagine it? I felt terrified, but I was filled with such wonder. I still can’t believe I saw that beautiful beast, so close to us.”
How strange, Charlie thought, that Kate’s voice seemed filled with envy.
And she saw envy again, a few minutes later, as Kate looked at the pencil and ink studies of animals that Charlie had lined up along the wall, and at the framed drawings hanging above them, sketches of cats and dogs and of Max Harper’s horses. “And raccoons,” Kate said. “These are all quite wonderful. And foxes. Where…?”
“In the hills,” Charlie said, “around Harper’s place. We’ve been working the pups on obedience, those two big pups Clyde found. Working them in Max’s pasture.”
“And the foxes were watching?” Kate teased.
“In the evenings,” Charlie said, laughing. “That big fellow in the drawings, he comes near the porch. He knows when the dogs are shut in their stall. I think he comes to hunt mice. Max never puts out food.”
The village of Molena Point imposed a stiff fine for setting out food for wild animals. The area was overrun with raccoons; they turned over trash cans and would break into people’s houses, tearing through the screens. Even George Jolly had been criticized for setting out treats in his alley, though the deli was right in the center of the village, not on the outskirts where the smell of food was more likely to attract a wild beast. Raccoons hunting in packs had killed village cats and small dogs-and the raccoons and foxes drew the larger predators: bobcats and an occasional coyote, and now the cougar.
“You’ve been seeing a lot of Harper,” Kate said tentatively, “what with training the pups.”
Charlie nodded.“Clyde talked to you about that?”
“He mentioned it.”
“And…?”
Kate shrugged.“Clyde’s easily made jealous.” She grinned. “Not to worry-jealousy’s good for him, keeps him on his toes.”
“Clyde asked you to pump me. To see how I feel about Harper.”
“Would you mind?”
“I-I suppose not. What difference? Our petty feelings, right now… What difference? Oh, why did this have to happen! To a good man!”
“That’s how you feel about him.”
“Maybe. I really don’t know how I feel, Kate.”
Kate nodded.“Are there any leads to the murder? Any suspects? I know that everyone’s looking for Dillon. What a terrible thing this has been.”
“There’s a parolee in town who might be involved. But I don’t hear much. The department keeps pretty tight security.” She looked at Kate. “Those officers will do everything that’s humanly possible to find the killer and clear their chief.”