"Sit down and have some pie," Polly said, "and start from the beginning."
"I've just been to the hospital to see Verona," he said. "Did she know anything about the murder of Waffle?"
"Not until the police told her, but she knew what Boswell was doing in the barn. He was digging for Ephraim's gold coins!"
"How naive! Where did he hear that hoary fable?"
"His great-grandfather was Ephraim's hired man, and the story had been handed down in the family. He believed it.
Changed his name so the town wouldn't connect him with the original Bosworth. Cataloguing the presses was only a cover. It happily presented itself when he contacted Larry about a vacation up here with his 'wife and child.' But he was constantly afraid someone would blow his cover. So when Brent Waffle hid out in the stable, I suppose Boswell considered him a threat and killed him with a crowbar."
"What happened to your contraband crate theory, Qwill?" Polly said teasingly.
"Forget it. I was off-base."
In his state of animation Qwilleran failed to notice that the pumpkin pie had been frozen and insufficiently thawed, or that Bigfoot was sitting on his knee. He said, "On the night the body was dumped, the cats heard a noise, and so did I - a rumbling sound. It was Boswell's van, driving around the far side of the barn to pick up the body in the stable. After that, he took off, having instructed Verona "to lie for him. He also gave her a poke in the eye."
Polly offered him more pie, and he declined. "One slice is more than enough, but I'll have another cup of coffee." After a few gulps he said, "Boswell was using a drill in his search for the loot, and the vibration was loosening lightbulbs. I believe it also cracked the plastered wall in the basement. That's where Iris first heard sounds of knocking. He was using a hammer and chisel to gouge out the mortar... Are you ready for the worst?"
"Is there more?"
"Plenty, but it took me awhile to get it out of Verona. She was on a crying jag, and I thought she was upset about Baby and her condition. Actually she was agonizing over Iris's death. I happened to have a small inconspicuous recorder with me. Would you like to hear my conversation with Verona firsthand?"
Polly demurred. "It doesn't seem quite decent. It was a private conversation."
"Would it be more decent if I repeated it verbatim?"
"Well... if you put it that way..."
Verona's faltering speech was punctuated with sniffles and whimpers, but Qwilleran's voice was the first on the tape, and he grimaced when he heard himself repeating Boswell's corny line. "My God! Did I say that?" he said.
Don't be afraid to talk to me about your grief, Ms. Whitmoor. That's what neighbors are for.
I feel terrible about it. When Iris died, I wanted to die, too.
She was a wonderful woman. Everyone loved her.
She was so kind to Baby and me. No one else... (long pause).
Did you know she had a heart condition?
She never talked about herself, but I knew she was worried about somethin'.
Did she tell you about the mysterious noises in the house?
Yes, she did. And when I told Vince he got nervous. He said she was too nosy. He was poundin' and drillin', and she could hear it and thought it was ghosts or somethin'. (Soft crying.)
What did he do about it?
He tried to figure out ways to get her out of the house, so he could work, but she loved the museum and loved her kitchen. She was always cookin' and bakin'. (Long pause.)
Go on, Ms. Whitmoor.
One day he came home with a Halloween cassette - spooky sounds, you know. He said he had an idea. He said she was a silly woman, and he could frighten her enough so she would quit the job, and then we could live in the manager's apartment and he could dig all he wanted to.
Did his idea work?
She got very upset, but she didn't leave. Vince talked about it all the time. He was like a crazy man, and when he got into a tantrum like that, his leg would hurt worse.
Do you remember the night Iris Cobb died?
(Prolonged wailing.) I'll never forget it! Not till I die!
What happened?
(Whimpering.) He gave me a sheet with two holes in it. (Sobs.) He told me to get under the sheet... and stand outside her window... and he would play the spooky sound effects. I didn't want to, but he said... (long pause).
What did he say?
He said some threatenin' things, and I was afraid for' Baby, so I did what he wanted. (Anguished wailing.) I didn't know what he was goin' to do!... Oh, Jesus forgive me!... I didn't know he was goin' to smother Iris with that pillow! (Hysterical sobs.)
Qwilleran switched off the tape. He said to Polly, "Her; crying went on until I thought she was going into convulsions. In fact, the nurse came in and gave her something to drink and said I'd better leave. So I did, but I waited in the visitors' lounge and after a while I went back. I thanked her and told her she was a good woman and she should go down south and start a new life. I held both her hands, and she almost smiled. Then I asked her a question: Why was Iris's apartment in darkness? That question had been nagging me ever since I found her body on the kitchen floor."
"Did Verona have an answer?"
"She said she was the one who went in and turned off lights and the microwave. Homer Tibbitt had impressed, upon the cleaning volunteers that they should always turn everything off - because of the danger of fire."
Polly said, "I feel limp! This is an unnerving story - and bizarre!"
"You want to hear something really bizarre?" Qwilleran said. "When I first took Koko into the museum, he went directly to a certain bed pillow in the textile collection. I didn't know it at the time, but that pillow had been removed from the exhibit without authorization and then returned... And that's not all. When he ran out to the barn last night he found a litter of kittens on a soiled white sheet with burn holes. Obviously Boswell had stuffed it between the crates; after it had been used to frighten Iris. It had been raining, and the sheet had dragged on the wet ground; the edges were muddy... And one more incredible instance, Polly! Twice - not once, but twice - Koko knocked a novel off the bookshelf in which a character is smothered with a pillow!"
When Qwilleran returned to the farmhouse, the Siamese met him with yowling complaints and bristling fur. It was chilly in the apartment. "Is the thermostat too low?" he asked them, "or has Ephraim's shade been drifting around?" He started a crackling blaze in the parlor fireplace, got into his old Mackintosh bathrobe, and dropped into a lounge chair for contemplation.
He had refrained from telling Polly about Adam Dingleberry's story and about the documents he had found to confirm it. The papers were returned to the false bottom of the old Dingleberry desk, and the secret would be safe for a few more decades. Moose County could go on believing that Ephraim died on October 30, 1904 - one way or the other - and the Noble Sons of the Noose could continue their fraternal shenanigans. Qwilleran suspected that the Noble Sons, thirty-two of them with lights on their caps, staged a ghostly march across the Goodwinter slag heap every year on May 13.
In the blue wing chair, the Siamese were indulging in a mutual grooming session. Had they chosen that chair because it was Mrs. Cobb's favorite or because they knew the upholstery enhanced the blue of their eyes? Qwilleran watched them - beautiful creatures, vain, and mysterious.
He said to Koko, "When you sat in the kitchen window, staring at the barnyard, did you know something irregular was happening out there?"
Koko, intent on flicking a facile tongue around Yum Yum's left ear, paid no attention. Why, Qwilleran asked himself, are cats either smotheringly attentive or infuriatingly indifferent? He went on - doggedly: