Liam’s expression turned fierce. “Let’s go ask him.” He gestured for the bodyguards to follow him to the far side of the ship where Edwin was playing deck shuffleboard with some of the younger cousins. Even Poppy rose to follow.

“Edwin, when was the last time you were in Pittsburgh?” Patrick asked.

Edwin straightened and leaned casually on his shuffleboard cue. “I’ve never been to Pittsburgh.”

“But you subscribe to the Pittsburgh newspaper,” Liam asserted.

“No, I don’t,” Edwin said, beginning to glance nervously at the people suddenly gathered around him.

“Yes, you do,” Poppy insisted. “You said you monitor it for antique sales and that’s why you had a copy on the island.”

Edwin shook his head, smiling condescendingly at Poppy. “You brought that newspaper to the island. Don’t you remember? You said you wanted to follow the Pittsburgh golfing league.”

Poppy looked confused. “No. The only time I heard mention of the Pittsburgh golf league was when that redheaded fellow mentioned it during the croquet game last weekend. He’s such a crass fellow. I don’t care that he is your hunting partner. I don’t like him and wish you would stop bringing him to my croquet parties.”

The only assailant who’d gotten away the night of Liam’s attack was a redheaded man with a long, crooked nose.

“Tell me more about this redheaded fellow,” Patrick asked, striving for a calm tone so Poppy would cooperate, but Liam was more aggressive.

“Did he have a long nose and carry a hunting knife with deer antlers carved into the handle?”

“I have no idea,” Poppy said defensively. “He’s Edwin’s friend, not mine, and I’ve asked Edwin to stop bringing him around because I can’t tolerate the smell of garlic on a man’s breath.”

Edwin looked sick, but he still managed a nonchalant laugh. “Poppy’s got it wrong,” he said, looking at Liam. “She brought the newspaper to the island, and she was the one who showed me the article about Patrick stealing from some kind of church fund.”

Poppy bristled. “That’s a lie. You brought the newspaper to the island, and now you’re trying to blame me.”

“You probably shot at us too,” Joshua said, staring straight at Edwin in appalled wonder. “None of the Blackstones even know how to load a gun except you.”

“But I’m an excellent shot,” Edwin defended. “If I wanted to shoot someone, I wouldn’t have missed.”

“That was because the gun was loaded with the wrong ammunition,” Joshua said. “Of course the shots went wild. You ruined the best weekend of the year.”

“And I’ve got a scar on my arm I’m going to have for the rest of my life,” Poppy yelled, giving a two-handed shove to Edwin, who stumbled back. The cast on his leg made him clumsy, but he caught himself before falling.