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doctor a week ago. Dorothy wanted him on a diet and he finally agreed. An autopsy’s not required under the circumstances, but you know how they are. Doctors like to get in there and poke and pry. I feel so sorry for her.”
    I made some sympathetic sounds.
    She gestured briskly. “Anyway, enough said. I suppose you came to take a look at his study. Why don’t you stepon in here and let me show you where it is. You just take what you want, and if you need to come back, you can help yourself.”
    â€œThanks. I can leave you a list of any files I take.”
    She waved off the suggestion. “No need to do that. We’ve known Mr. Kingman for years.”
    I moved into the foyer. She proceeded down a short hallway with me following. There was no sign of Christmas. With Mrs. Shine’s illness and now Morley’s death, there might have been a sense of relief that no such effort would be required this year. The house smelled of chicken soup. “Does Morley still have an office here in Colgate?” I asked.
    â€œYes, but with Dorothy so sick, he did most of his work here. I believe he still went in most mornings to pick up his mail. Did you want to look there as well?” She opened a door to what had clearly once been a bedroom, converted now to office space by the addition of a desk and file cabinets. The walls were painted beige and the beige shag carpeting was just as shabby as I’d imagined it.
    â€œThat’s what I was thinking. If I can’t find the files here, it probably just means he had them out at the office. Is there some way I could get a key?”
    â€œI’m not sure where he kept them, but I’ll check with Dorothy. My goodness,” she said then as she looked around. “No wonder Morley didn’t want anyone in here.”
    The room was faintly chilly, the disorder that of a man who operates his affairs according to no known system. If he’d realized he was going to drop dead, would he have straightened up his desk? Unlikely, I thought. “I’ll Xerox what I need and bring the files back as soon as possible. Will someone be here in the morning?”
    â€œWhat’s tomorrow, Wednesday? As far as I know. And if not, just go around to the back and set them on the dryer in the service porch. We usually leave that door open for the cleaning woman and the visiting nurse. I’m going to find you a key to Morley’s office. Dorothy probably knows where it is.”
    â€œThanks.”
    While I waited for the woman to return, I did one circuit of the room, trying to get a feel for Morley’s methods of paper management. He must have tried to get himself under control at intervals because he’d made up files labeled “Action,” “Pending,” and “Current.” There were two marked “To Do,” one marked “Urgent,” and an accordion folder he’d designated as his “Tickler” file. The paperwork in each seemed outdated, mismatched, as disorderly as the room itself.
    Louise stepped back into the study from the hall with a ring of keys in hand. “You better take this whole batch,” she said. “Lord only knows which is which.”
    â€œYou won’t need these?”
    â€œI can’t think why we would. You can drop them off tomorrow if you’d be so kind. Oh. And I brought you a grocery bag in case you need to load things up.”
    â€œWill there be a service?”
    â€œThe funeral’s Friday morning at the Wynington-Blake here in Colgate. I don’t know if Dorothy will be able to manage it or not. We held off on it because Morley’s brother is flying in from South Korea. He’s a project engineer with the Army Corps of Engineers at Camp Casey. He can’t get to Santa Teresa until late Thursday. We scheduled the service on Friday for ten o’clock. I know Frankwill be jet-lagged, but we just couldn’t delay it any longer than