fired?â
âAccording to Wynona, Bostic was just trying to talk the board into not renewing the contract. Thatâs not the same thing as having someone fired. Iâm sure Fieldstoneâs contract has several years yet to run. He could find another job long before it expired, if he wanted to.â
âWhat if he didnât want to? What if he wanted to hang on here at Hughes until he was ready to retire?â
âI donât know,â Jack said.
âDid Fieldstone ever stop by your office to admire your homemade knife?â
âAs a matter of fact, he did come by one day. He was on his way to a meeting.â
Fieldstone didnât make it a habit to spend much time with the faculty. He always said that he believed in leaving them alone to do their jobs, though he would occasionally visit their offices when he was passing through the building.
âDid he mention the knife?â
âYes,â Jack said. âOr maybe I mentioned it. Somebody did. I told him about making it.â
âWhat about Mae Wilkins?â
âYouâre kidding. You think sheâd admire a knife?â
âI just wondered if sheâd seen it.â
âAs a matter of fact, she told me once how tacky she thought it was. You donât think she killed Bostic with it, do you? I think that if she ever killed anyone, sheâd use poison, not some tacky handmade knife. Besides, guns and knives are way too messy for her.â
âYouâre right, I guess. I was just thinking, though, that everyone whoâs mixed up with Bostic has seen that knife in your office.â
âYou didnât mention Hal Kaul. He saw it, too.â
âHe was in this building?â Sally asked. Kaul left his office even less often than Fieldstone did.
âMeeting,â Jack said.
âOh. Well, that just makes it tougher.â
âMakes what tougher?â
âFinding out who killed Bostic.â
âYou mean weâre not turning it over to the cops?â
âWe tried,â Sally said. âWeems wouldnât listen. Remember?â
âI told you so.â
âDonât start that again. No one likes a smart-aleck.â
âIâm not so smart. If I were smart, I wouldnât be taking a paid vacation from my classes, starting next week.â
âNobody who leaves a knife lying around on his desk is a genius, but you havenât started that paid vacation yet.â
âIâve learned an important lesson about knives,â Jack said.
âI certainly hope so,â Sally told him.
âTrust me. Now what about the paid vacation?â
âIf youâre not going to take it, weâd better get busy.â
âSo what do we do first?â
âThatâs a good question,â Sally said, âand I donât have an answer for it.â
âNeither do I.â
âJust in case, youâd probably better go make out those tons of lesson plans for Naylor.â
âI was afraid youâd say that,â Jack told her.
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I t took Jack nearly an hour, but he built up quite an impressive stack of material for Naylorâs use in the classroom. Jack was going to insist that Naylor had to cover every single syllable of it. While he worked he looked at the place on his desk where the knife had sat, thinking about what a dunce heâd been to leave it there. It had been a really nice knife, though. Heâd been proud of the workmanship and not a little surprised that heâd been able to turn out something so well made.
The more he thought about the knife, however, the more something bothered him. Unfortunately, he couldnât figure out just what was causing the bother, other than that it was something about the knife. Maybe he was just confused. It had, after all, been a confusing day. Heâd never been accused of murder and grilled by the cops before.
He gathered up all his materials, stuffing papers into separate
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