Chapter 9

“See, that’s what I mean,” she said. “Our home and safe harbor, as you call it. A place where the four of us can just be: You and Edward. Cyril and I.”

“And very soon, Baby Graham.”

“Yes.”

“And Samson and Delilah.”

“Yes, of course. The kids. How could we forget them in any discussion?”

She playfully cuffed him on the ear. “That’s what doesn’t make sense. Elspeth cherished her home. If she was so hell bent on suicide, why type the letter at work, go to the trouble to light a fire and pull the drapes? Why not just hang herself there in the library? It’s the most logical place. After all that’s where she typed the note. See what I mean?”

“No, not really, but I trust your intuition. It’s been right on the nose in the past.”

“Yes,” Caroline said, “that’s what I’m afraid of.” 6: Caretakers