“Tommy? I doubt anyone did. He was not easy to know. I think his feelings had been hurt so many times that he just locked himself deep inside and let nobody else in. It was a crying shame how the boys treated him, Will among them. I sometimes thought, if he dropped off the face of the earth tomorrow, who would care? His father, or maybe his sister. But that’s all.” She sealed two jars and turned to fill a third. “Now his sister I liked. A pretty girl, and sweet natured. She was younger than most of us. Her mother was dead, and I was sometimes paid to keep an eye on her after school. I’d have done it for free, if it hadn’t been for Tommy, always lurking about, as if he was spying on us. I wrote to her for a time after the family moved away. I thought it a shame she had such a wretch of a brother, but then I was a child myself and hardly knew better. Now, thinking back on it after such a long time, I can see that he wasn’t nearly as bad as we liked to make out. He had this look about him of having bitten into something bitter. Sour, that’s what it was. I didn’t trust him.”

“Do you still have those letters?” Rutledge asked, realizing that he might find the sister faster than Sergeant Gibson would.

“Oh, I never kept them after I got married. I didn’t see any point in it, did I? We hadn’t seen each other in so many years we’d have been like strangers when we met, with nothing to talk about but the weather and our children. But I did think about inviting her to my wedding. It wouldn’t have worked out, but when you’re happy, you want everybody to know it, don’t you?”

“Do you remember how to get in touch with her?”

“Oh yes, it was such an odd name. Regina Summers, Old Well House, Iris Lane, Minton, Shropshire. I couldn’t think what an old well house must look like, and my sister said it must be a hole in the ground because Tommy the slug would live in a hole. She thought it was funny, but I didn’t.”

“Was your husband friendly with Daniel Pierce?”

“Mr. Daniel? Whoever told you such a thing? Will knew him of course, we all did. But Mr. Daniel’s father had money, and our fathers didn’t. That’s a great barrier to friendship, even when you’re young. Not that Mr. Anthony or Mr. Daniel put on airs, it was understood. They were different, even when they were doing what we were doing.”

As he thanked her for her time, Mrs. Jeffers said, “Finding Will’s murderer is the only thanks I need.”