sisterâs death.â
âWhy?â
âWell, I just canât believe that Dulcie . . . I mean, sheâs such a hard worker.â
Rose realized she would get little useful information about possible suspects from Fannie, who saw mostly the good in people. She sipped her tea and allowed herself to pause as the minty liquid warmed her throat. âTell me about the others,â she said.
âDulcie is engaged to be married to Theodore Geist, our hired farm manager. He would not perhaps be my first choice for Dulcie, but worldly love often leads one astray, I find.â
âWhat do you dislike about him?â
âWell, not dislike precisely, itâs just that he can be somewhat overbearing. Mind you, heâs a fine farm manager. He watches over the other hired farm workers and keeps the shirkers in line, but Iâve heard from some of the novitiates that he challenges their authority. Anyway, Iâm sure heâll take good care of Dulcie.â
âYou are very fond of Dulcie, arenât you?â
A kitchen sister arrived to clear their table, and Fannie did not answer.
âIâve told everyone why you are here,â Fannie said, when the sister had left. âIâve asked them all to cooperate with you. The novitiates, in particular, are frightened that the police wonât treat them fairly, so I hope they will see you as a friend.â
âUnless one of them is the killer.â
âI refuse to think such a terrible thought,â Fannie said. âIâm sure you will find that the killer is an outsider, perhaps a vagrant or someone from Pittsfield with whom Julia kept company.â
âYou donât suspect any of the hired workers, either?â
âOf course not.â
âWill the hired workers talk to me?â Rose asked.
âIâve told them to be totally honest with you. They may hesitate at first, but Iâm sure youâll win them over.â Fannie filled their cups with the remains of the spearmint tea. The set of her chin made it clear she could not suspect anyone known to her of such a heinous act as murder.
âNow,â Fannie said, âletâs discuss something cheerier. We are having such a special celebration for Mother Annâs Birthday on the first of March.â
âSpecial? In what way?â For Rose, Mother Annâs Birthday was special enough, just as it was usually celebrated. What could be better?
âAnother of my foolish brainstorms, Iâm afraid,â Fannie said, pushing back her chair. âSuch hard times all aroundâI thought that this year weâd have a big celebration and include our neighbors. Weâve been working for weeks, cooking candies and sewing special Shaker dolls to sell and to give to some of the poorer children, making sweetbreads and cakes, and so forth. We plan to make Mother Annâs Birthday Cake twenty times over, even if it means going without butter for months. Thatâs why, you see, weâve hired several extra people, including Carlotta, in the kitchen. Sheâs a friend of Dulcieâs.â
Roseâs head was beginning to swim with potential suspects, and they hadnât even discussed the individual novitiates.
âI suppose she knew Julia, as well?â
âOf course. I believe the three girls grew up together. Iâm afraid I canât tell you much about Carlotta, though. I hired her on Dulcieâs recommendation.â
âAre Dulcie and Carlotta in the kitchen now, do you think? Perhaps we could just drop in, so I could get to know them at once.â Rose swung her ladder-back chair upside down onto a couple of wall pegs and headed for the door back into the main dining room. There was no point in talking further about the hired help; sheâd learn more by observing them herself. Besides, she was tired of idle sitting.
âBetter yet,â Rose said, as they headed toward the stairs, down to the