Regan smiled absently and reached for the faxes in her bag. She unfolded them in her lap and began to read. The first headline, “Tragedy Strikes Prominent Family Twice,” was followed by, “The decomposed body of Athena Popolous was discovered over the weekend in a wooded area in Oxford, England ...” The columnist had an in-depth gossipy story worthy of the supermarket tabloids. “Nearly eleven years ago, Miss Popolous’s aunt, Helen Carvelous, was murdered when she unexpectedly returned home as a burglary was taking place. Her death was also caused by strangulation. Priceless antique jewelry was stolen. Miss Popolous had been very close to her aunt and was most distraught.” Regan stopped reading for a moment. We were just talking about stolen jewelry the other night at dinner, she thought, and somebody said something about antique jewelry. Gabby? No. Who? It would come back to her.

Reading on, Regan learned that Athena, the youngest by ten years in her immediate family, had often been left with servants by her parents. She had adored her aunt, spent every possible moment with her and her children, and, as the article put it, “seemed to blossom when she was in that joyous, loving atmosphere.”

I wish I had understood, Regan thought sadly. Why didn’t she ever tell me she had been that close to her aunt? Athena’s parents had been abroad that summer and she was living with her aunt when the tragedy occurred. Regan studied the picture of Athena’s family. Her sisters and brother were all in their forties now and very attractive. Athena had obviously taken after her heavy set father, inheriting his broader features. Her brother Spiros was quoted as saying, “After my aunt died, we thought a change of scenery would be best for Athena. We sent her to school in England in the hopes that it would help her recover. Obviously we never thought it would end in another tragedy.”

Helen’s now eighteen-year-old daughter was quoted, “I always thought of Athena as a big sister. She spent a lot of time with us. The day my mother died our governess had joked to her that she didn’t really feel needed because Athena was always helping out. But my mother didn’t care because she thought it was more important we were learning English from the governess.”

Carefully Regan read the remaining articles. They were all similar to the first one. This wasn’t much help. Maybe the local paper, which Livingston had said should arrive tomorrow, might be more useful. Local papers tended to be chatty.

“Anything interesting?” Veronica asked. “I’m so sorry for that poor dear girl.”

“Nothing helpful. But I’ll be getting more faxes from Greece tomorrow.” Regan sighed as she put them away.