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existence of the diamonds?” Jack asked.
    “Apparently the place was buzzing with the news.”
    “Maybe Nat or Ben told someone of their plans,” Regan said. “That’s the kind of secret that’s hard to keep. What about Nat’s next of kin?”
    “I just spoke to his only relative, a brother who lives in Palm Springs. His name is Carl Pemrod. He knew nothing about the diamonds. He can’t travel anymore, so he won’t make it out here. Nat’s body will be cremated. Carl wants you to call him, Regan. I have his number for you. He met your mother once when she spoke at the library out there. He said you’re welcome to stay in the apartment and do what you need to do.”
    Regan raised her eyes. “Stay in the apartment?”
    “Yes. There was a flood in our guest suite in the basement, and it smells kind of musty. Or else you can stay in my apartment, but I only have one bedroom. I can sleep on the couch.”
    “No,” Regan said almost too quickly. “I’ll stay up there. I assume the police have no problem with that.”
    “They didn’t declare it a crime scene! I wish they had!”
    “It has two bedrooms and baths?” Regan asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Good. I’d prefer not to use the bathroom he was found in.”
    The phone on Thomas’s desk rang. As he picked it up, Jack reached over and grabbed Regan’s hand. “I’ve got to go. Walk outside with me.”
    Regan followed him out into the hallway, down the steps, and out the front door. The day suddenly felt chillier, and the sky was a more ominous gray.
    Jack reached over and pulled on the lapels of Regan’s jacket. “I wish I didn’t have to go away.”
    “Not more than me.” Regan leaned her head against Jack’s shoulder. “That apartment is going to be lonely and eerie when I’m here all by myself.”
    Jack laughed and put his arms around her. “Lock the doors, baby. I’m going to call over to the 13th Precinct and talk to whoever was here last night. As soon as I do, I’ll let you know and get you the reports. Stay in touch with those guys.”
    “Well, it sounds to me like this is going to be my investigation. It doesn’t seem like they’re pursuing it.”
    “No sign of forced entry. Jewelry left out. No letter of intent about the diamonds. Old guy slips in the tub. They might be operating under the assumption that there was no crime.”
    “But I believe Thomas. Those diamonds have to be somewhere.”
    “Even if they are, if the bequest isn’t in Nat’s will, then the diamonds would go to his brother.”
    Regan shrugged. “I’ll look into it all.” She smiled up at him. “I think we’re both going to have some weekend.”
    Jack leaned down and kissed her. “Sunday will be the best part.”
    Regan turned and peered up at the club. It had a slightly foreboding look. “If I make it to Sunday,” she said.

7

    It was a wet, cold day in the rolling hills of Devon, England. Rain pelted mournfully against the windows of Thorn Darling-ton’s country estate, home of his famous butler school. Thorn had been in a bad mood for several weeks, coinciding with the commencement of Maldwin Feckles’s butler classes over in New York City.
    “I know his school will be pathetic, but he’s doing this to ruin me!” Thorn had cried when he heard the news. “He knew that I was planning to open a branch of the Thorn Darlington School for Butlers there next year. He’s stealing my thunder! On purpose!”
    Thorn sank his rotund body into a leather club chair that squeaked in protest whenever he sat down. He sipped the tea that his own butler had just delivered. His whole body ached. The dreary weather seemed to have seeped into his bones, and the aggravations of the day were driving him over the edge. His Thorn Darlington School for Butlers, which had been in existence for over thirty-five years, was about to begin the two-week refresher course that was worse than the six-week intensive program. The course was often filled with a bunch of