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Margaret. I still think you should sell it.”
    â€œI probably will one day. Now, how are you, Harry?” She wished she hadn’t asked that question when he began to tell her.

CHAPTER FOUR
    M aggie had been wakened several times during the night by the branches on the big old maple tree banging against her bedroom window. Tired and bad-tempered, she groggily made breakfast for herself and the two animals.
    â€œI don’t suppose you’d use the back garden?” Maggie asked the dog, who was waiting patiently at her feet with his lead in his mouth. Oscar, reared in the cold winters of Quebec, just thumped his tail and headed for the front door. Emily, looking disdainfully at both Maggie and Oscar, curled herself into a tight ball and went back to sleep in her basket.
    The walk in the wet and windy morning did them both good, and Maggie was in a better frame of mind when she let the dog back inside the house. “That will have to do you until Carole comes,” she said as she removed his leash. Carole, a teenaged neighbour, loved Oscar and willingly took him for a walk after school each day.
    After making sure the door was firmly locked, Maggie walked down the long back garden to the garage where she kept her car, her mind already on the day ahead.
    As usual, Henny was in the office before Maggie and Nat. A sombre grey suit and matching grey lisle stockings had replaced her usual brown serge. The only concession to contrast was a mustard yellow hand-knitted sweater, but her shoes were still her everyday no-nonsense brown oxfords.
    â€œYour face all rosy,” she greeted Maggie.
    â€œI had a long walk with Oscar,” she answered.
    â€œMr. Nat’s old wife called already.”
    â€œAnd what did Nancy want?”
    â€œShe said to tell him she is coming in to see him about ten o’clock.”
    â€œThat’s all we need.”
    â€¢ • •
    â€œHOW ARE WE GOING to split these interviews up?” Maggie asked. They were seated in her office, going over the list of names.
    â€œWhy don’t you tackle Jerrell Bakhash and I’ll visit Romeo’s Palace? And although you’ve interviewed Stella Edgeworthy, I’d like to have a chat with her husband.”
    â€œThe real estate angle, you mean?”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œThat’s a good idea,” Maggie answered. “Although Stella did give us a good description of the guests staying at the lodge, her husband’s view could be quite different. Oh, and by the way, did Henny tell you that Nancy’s coming in this morning?”
    â€œYeah,” he grimaced. “Can’t think what she wants this time.”
    â€¢ • •
    â€œI SAW YOU AT the funeral last Thursday,” Nancy hip-checked Nat’s door closed and flung her imitation leopard skin coat over the back of a chair. “I suppose it was too much for you to speak to me?”
    â€œDidn’t see you, Nancy. What do you want?”
    â€œI want to know how the investigation is going.”
    â€œWhy do you need to know?”
    â€œI invested in Maurice’s ski resort.”
    â€œWhat ski resort?”
    â€œIt’s on Hollyburn.”
    â€œThat big clear-cut on the north side?”
    â€œHow should I know? I don’t ski.”
    â€œWhere did you get the money to invest?”
    â€œNone of your business,” she said defiantly.
    Nat shrugged. “What about the Pender Harbour deal? Did you get involved in that scheme, too?”
    Nancy laughed. “You have to have real money for that one. He was asking thirty thousand a share.”
    â€œWell, if you’re so worried about your investment, go and see your friend Jacquelyn.”
    â€œShe’s not a friend, Nat. After all, the girl’s only in her early twenties and she hadn’t a clue what her husband was up to. She’s only interested in getting Maurice’s will settled, because she’s running out of money. I