another secret flight, but if worst came to worst â¦
She smiled and relented. âIf you promise not to stay too long.â
âPromise!â
âIâll ask Mrs. Ling to take you down. Sheâs probably through with her papers.â Sister went to the closet. âAs well as your robe, I want a blanket over your knees. The chapel is all the way in the next building.â
âIs it?â I said innocently.
âIâll remind Mrs. Ling how to get there.â I restrained myself. âNow, rememberââ
âJust a quick prayer.â
Ten minutes later Mrs. Ling and I emerged from an elevator beside the chapel sign and beheld, as Iâd hoped we would, a half-dozen or so policemen, any one of whom might have recognized Dan. Now I was just an anonymous old lady in a wheelchair milling with the crowd.
âOfficer,â I quavered to a stocky one nearby, âI would so love to visit the chapel, but I understand thereâs been something awfulâa murder?â
âYes, maâam. The chapelâs closed to the public today.â
âOh, dear. Do you suppose I could speakâI mean, is there someone in charge?â
âThatâs Captain Redmond right there.â He took three steps to a wiry, gray-haired officer. Ah! Captain Redmond. The horseâs mouth? Mrs. Ling pushed me to a place near the wall, remarking on the crowd and hoping it wasnât going to be too much for me. Captain Redmond was approaching.
âWhat can I do for you, maâam?â
âOh, Captain, I did so want to say a prayer in the chapel. You seeââ
Helpful Mrs. Ling interrupted in that fatally good English of hers. âCaptain, this lady is a friend of the woman who was murdered.â
So much for carefulness. I heard my sonâs voice: âYouâd never forgive yourself if you tipped your hand.⦠Consider Salâs safety.â¦â
Captain Redmond was looking at me with interest. He said, âA friend, now. Is that so?â
âWell, I knew her slightly.â I adjusted the blanket over my knees, avoiding his eyes. âDo you have any leads?â
âIâm afraid not.â The captainâs eyes were definitely not avoiding mine. âMay I have your name, maâam?â
âClara Gamadge.â
âMaybe you know why the victim was here. Maybe to visit you?â
âThatâs a possibility, and it makes me feel just awful. Well, Iâm a little tired so perhaps Iâll skipââ
âYouâre welcome to visit the chapel.â He was graciousness itself. âWe just want to keep out the curious. Iâll go with you.â
âI really shouldnât keep Mrs. Ling fromââ
âI donât mind at all.â She was all solicitude. âAnd you said you were most anxious.â
Between graciousness and solicitude I was trapped. But keep your mouth shut, Clara. Janet Folsom was a chance acquaintance, and I had no connection with her presence here. Captain Redmond walked with us as Mrs. Ling pushed my chair down the glass corridor. I felt as if Dwight Dunlop stalked beside me and arrived with us at the leather door. Had he followed Janet, or had he waited for her? The captain nodded to a patrolman, who opened the door, and we entered the vestry. As the door started to close behind us, Saddâs voice said, âMay I come in too?â
We turned, and I said quickly, âThis is my cousin Charles SaddlierâCaptain Redmond, Sadd.â Donât let Sadd say theyâd told him upstairs Iâd gone to say a prayer for my dear friend Janet Folsom.
Sadd indicated the library sign. âNot exactly a branch of the NYPL, but I saw a book I wanted to borrow when I was here yesterday.â
âYesterday?â said the captain. âWhat time would that have been?â
I sneezed noisily, and Mrs. Ling produced a tissue.
âOh, quite early, before all the