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correctly interpreting her concern. “Of course, we’ve got a photographer and a fingerprint man there still, but they’ll dean up after themselves—in their fashion—when they’re done. We’ll have to take the vacuum cleaner to the lab for a few days to try to get some prints off the cord. It’s unlikely they’ll find any full prints, though. Is there anything else you can tell me about all this? What do you know about Mrs. Thurgood?“
    “Mrs. Thurgood? Who’s that?”
    He looked at her with some alarm. “Mrs. Thurgood is the woman who was murdered.“
    “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that was her name. I suppose she must have told me, but—“
    “She worked for you every week and you didn’t know her name?“
    “No. I’d never had her to my house before. She was a substitute for the woman the agency was supposed to send.“
    “I didn’t know that,“ Detective VanDyne said.
    “Does it matter?“ Jane asked, looking up from her task of compiling names and addresses.
    “Who can say?“ he answered. “I don’t know anything yet.“ He turned back to Shelley. “Are you ready to go home?“
    “I’ll come with you, Shelley,“ Jane said. She handed the list to the detective and wondered if he’d be able to read her handwriting. She hardly recognized it as her own.
    “No, Jane. I’m fine now. Really. Go get your kids back from the Dragon Lady.”
    Jane smiled. “Okay. But you’ll come over for dinner?”
    Shelley agreed and went off with her protector. Jane called her mother-in-law and made the briefest possible explanation of what had occurred. “I’ll be over in a few minutes to pick up the kids.“
    “Oh, no need, Jane. They’re happy as clams here. I’ve fixed a nice angel food cake. I know how Mike loves them.“
    “And I suppose he’s wolfing it down now and spoiling his appetite for dinner?“ This was one of Thelma’s favorite tricks. She used to do it all the time with Steve, asking him to stop by to visit her in the late afternoon for some reason, then filling him up so he wouldn’t want whatever Jane had fixed.
    “Oh, were you cooking dinner tonight? I had no idea,“ Thelma said with a little laugh.
    “I always cook dinner,“ Jane lied. She eyed a Kentucky Fried Chicken box from the evening before in the wastebasket. I must not lose my temper with her, she told herself. She’s doing me a favor at the moment and that puts her in a position of power: “I’ll be over in a few minutes.”
    She then reported in to Dorothy Wallenberg. “I’m running over to pick up Todd. I appreciate your helping me out.“
    “Jane, what in heaven’s name happened at Shelley’s?“
    “The cleaning lady was murdered.“
    “Murdered! My God! You said before that she died. I thought a heart attack or something. Murdered? Who did it?“
    “Nobody knows. Please, Dorothy, don’t tell Todd about it being murder yet. I want to sort of ease into it with him later. Without any warning, it would scare him to death.“
    “Of course it would. It scares me, and I’m worried about you being right next door. Shelley’s home alone right now, too, isn’t she? Thank God her children were gone. Don’t worry about getting Todd. He’s out playing with the kids, and I’d promised to take them all out for Burger King. Let me just bring him back to you later.“
    “Thanks, Dorothy. That sounds wonderful. The police ought to be gone by then and it’ll be less horrible.”
    As she backed out to go get Mike and Katie, the last police car pulled away. All that remained was a red MG. That had to be Detective VanDyne’s. Somehow he looked like the sort of bachelor who’d have one.
    When Jane got to her mother-in-law’s, Thelma was greedy for details about the crisis. She was a stately, angular, blue-haired lady with a perpetually haughty look, but her usual frosty manner thawed as she exclaimed, “Murder! Good Lord, Jane. How terrible! Well, it just goes to prove what I’ve always said you and the