I looked around, then sat out of the wind on a bench beside the church and wrote a note, mentioning all the details on Colin and why he might have anything to do with two deaths. Then I sealed it and addressed it to Mr. O’Connor, just in case he was not able to be present himself. I strolled around, admiring the view, watching the ferry, then, as the clock on the church tower tolled twelve, I wandered back to stand outside the shop again. I was just in time to see Darcy heading toward the shop, stopping short as he too realized it was Sunday, and then looking around. I knew enough not to acknowledge him. I got up, walked behind him then called out, “Excuse me, sir. I think you dropped this?”

He turned and I handed him the envelope I had prepared.

“Much obliged, ma’am,” he said in his distinctive Irish brogue. “It looks like the weather might be turning nasty again, doesn’t it?”

“It certainly does,” I replied. “Can I give you a lift somewhere?”

“I’m staying at a house nearby. It’s no distance at all, not for an Irishman like myself, used to inclement weather.”

“It’s no trouble,” I said. “I’m driving out to a property on the coast myself.”

“In that case I wouldn’t say no,” he replied. “I didn’t think to bring an umbrella.”

I walked over to Brutus and got in. He climbed into the passenger side and we drove off.

“That was quite smooth. I’m impressed,” he said. “But where did you get the car?”

“Belinda’s. It’s called Brutus. It feels horribly powerful,” I said.

“Is she still in jail?”

“No. They released her this morning. It seems the autopsy revealed that Tony had been partly drowned first. And since I pointed out to the inspector that if she wanted to kill Tony, she’d hardly have half drowned him, then dragged him the length of the hall to stab him where everyone would pin the crime on her, he reluctantly had to agree. But she’s to stay in the area.”

“And what’s in the note?”

“It may have nothing to do with anything now,” I replied. “Belinda had a sudden hunch, but it had to do with a boy’s death years ago. Jonquil, Tony and Belinda were all with the boy when he died.” And I told him as much as I knew.

“And you think this might be a motive for killing now, after all this time?”

“I don’t. Belinda had all night to lie and brood and this was her idea. I said I’d look into it. Do you have anyone who could do some digging?”

“Of course. Are you going back to White Sails?”