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the time, Regan thought. I should really get back.

She hailed a cab, and fifteen minutes later was at the club.

“Miss Reilly,” the guard greeted her. “Clara’s looking for you.”

Regan’s heart skipped a beat. “Where is she?”

“In the parlor.”

Regan hurried up the steps. Clara was by the fireplace, shining up the pokers and shovels that were strictly for show. Ever since they’d been smoked out thanks to a faulty flue, fake logs were the order of the day.

When Clara saw Regan, her eyes bugged out and she dropped the shovel she’d been working on. The din could be heard across the park. “Regan!” she exclaimed as she leaned down to pick it up.

“Are you all right?”

“I need to talk to you in private,” Clara whispered.

They went up to Nat’s apartment without running into anyone. Shutting the door behind them, Clara ran down the hall to the kitchen. “Look what I found!” she cried.

Sitting on the floor of the kitchen was a black trash-can liner. Clara yanked it open and pulled out a damp towel. “Wendy’s towels!” she bellowed as she dropped the first one on the counter and pulled out the second one. “And it’s such a shame. They’re all smelly from sitting in this bag.”

“Where did you find them?” Regan asked quickly.

“In the Dumpster out back.”

“I thought you told me the Dumpster was emptied on Fridays.”

“It is! Whoever left these must have dropped them in there after the garbageman left yesterday!”

“So that could have been last night or early this morning.”

“Uh-huh,” Clara nodded, and then, almost as if she were operating on automatic pilot, said, “It’s such a pity. They’re ruined. They stink and a couple of the sheep appliqués are gone. What good are the towels without them? And this trash-can liner must be Nat’s. I told him on Thursday he’d better buy more, there was only one left. Look!” She opened the cabinet and triumphantly pulled out an empty box with a picture of a garbage can on it. “All gone!”

“Clara,” Regan said incredulously. “Did you go through the Dumpster?”

Clara looked guilty. “I’ve been so excited today that during my break I went out the back door for a smoke. I’ve quit at least ten times! Anyway, one of the waiters came out to throw some garbage away, and when he flipped open the Dumpster, I could see the peach color peaking through a rip in the bag.”

“So you reached into the Dumpster?”

“You told me to be discreet, so I waited until he went back inside. When I saw it was Wendy’s towels, I ran to get a laundry bag so I could throw the whole thing in there and carry it upstairs.”

“Clara,” Regan said, “you’re amazing.”

“Thank you, Regan. But Regan…”

“Yes, Clara.”

“I’m a little scared.”

Regan and Clara both stared at the soggy towels that Nat and Wendy had cherished. Towels that had most likely been used to cover up Nat’s murder.

68

When Daphne hung up the phone, she was afraid to go back and tell Jacques that Thomas wouldn’t sell the sheep to him. Be a good actress, she told herself. That’s what counts.

She sashayed over to where Jacques had planted his director’s chair. His cigarette holder was dangling out of his mouth, and his black beret was back in place.

“Well?”

Daphne laughed as though she didn’t have a care in the world. “It turns out, Jacques, that the sheep have deep, deep meaning for the club.”

“What do you mean ‘deep meaning?’”

“I mean that they are an important part of the club’s history, and they’re not interested in selling them.”

Jacques removed the cigarette holder from his mouth. “Don’t you want parts in my movies? Starring roles?”

“Of course I do, Jacques. It’s a privilege for me to work with you.”

“Those sheep are magic,” Jacques said, pointing to Dolly and Bah-Bah. “I don’t know what it is about them, but they’ve got something special. And I want them! I want, I want, I WANT THOSE SHEEP! And you are the only one who can arrange that. So do it! Tell them we’ll give them fifty thousand dollars.” He turned away and flicked his hand. “Get a check from what’s his name and take it up there now. Make sure they accept it!”

A moment later, Daphne took the check that had been hastily scrawled, raced down the steps to the street, and hightailed it up to the club as though her life depended on it.

69

You may take a lunch break now,” Maldwin announced to his little group of four.

“Thank you!” Harriet said cheerfully. “Can I bring anyone a sandwich from the deli?”

“No,” said Albert.

“Nah,” echoed Vinnie.

“I’m not very hungry,” Blaise said as politely as he could. He felt like wringing Harriet’s neck. She was like the kid in school who always reminded the teacher to give homework assignments.

“Okay,” Harriet said, wrinkling her little pug nose. “Maldwin, I’ll come back in a few minutes and do any extra work that might need doing around the apartment.”

“Take the whole hour off,” Maldwin urged her. Do me a favor, he thought. Do us all a favor.

Vinnie whispered to Albert, “Let’s go get a beer. This is going to be a long day.”

“Good thinking.”

Blaise went over to Maldwin. “Do you think I could have the key to the park? I just want to sit outside.”

“It’s cold,” Maldwin sniffed.

Blaise smiled. “I have a hat.”

Maldwin shrugged. “Why not?” He went into the kitchen and retrieved the key that was only given to residents of Gramercy Park. The lock was changed every year, and residents had to pay to get a new key. On a cold day like today there’d hardly be anyone there, so who could complain about a nonresident using the park? “Enjoy the fresh air,” he said, handing the key to Blaise.

Outside, Blaise went directly to the park and unlocked the gate. He was getting that feeling of claustrophobia he always experienced when things started closing in on him. It was cold and gray, but

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