Arsenic And Old Books

This double loss is almost beyond bearing, but I will trust my faith to see me through. I must remain strong for the sake of my son who is, I pray, still too young and innocent to understand the magnitude of his father’s actions and to feel the shame of them. I pray that Andrew is at peace with Our Lord, despite his taking of his own life, and that the demons that beset him are finally banished. Henceforth we shall put these tragic events behind us, never to be mentioned or recalled as long as I draw breath.

With that entry I reached the end of the torn-out pages and had to consult the book to complete the final sentence. I closed the computer file and turned away from the screen.

I stared at the diary on the desk in front of me. At the moment I did not have the mental energy to read further. Nor the emotional energy, I realized. Rachel’s recounting of the family’s shameful secret and its tragic consequences affected me deeply, even though the events occurred a century and a half ago.

Once my head cleared a bit from the pathos of what I had just read, I found one thought going round and round in my brain.

Lucinda Long obviously hadn’t read these diaries, or she would never have put them in my hands. The family wouldn’t want this made public. The fact that Major Andrew Long had deserted and come home only to commit suicide would constitute a huge embarrassment for a family that for generations had prided itself on its public service and attention to duty.

If either candidate lost the election based on the contents of Rachel’s diary, it would be Beck Long, not Jasper Singletary.

Why wouldn’t the mayor have read the diaries before she allowed someone outside the family to see them? The fact that she hadn’t done so baffled me. I couldn’t understand, then, why she went to the trouble of creating the forgery and making copies of Angeline Long’s memoir unavailable.

Maybe Mrs. Long read the memoir and assumed that the story Rachel told Angeline was the truth, that Andrew had died of his severe wounds. Not a particularly intelligent assumption, but given the pride in their ancestry exhibited by the Longs, the mayor probably never dreamed that the truth was so radically different.

She was a busy woman and didn’t have time to read through the whole diary. It would have been slow going for her, I imagined, to read Rachel’s handwriting straight out of the diaries. I was able to read it more easily because I could increase the size of it on the computer. Also I had more experience reading documents like the diaries and quickly adapted to the cramped nature of Rachel’s penmanship.

Could the answer be that simple?

Maybe.

My thoughts turned to Marie. Had she suspected that the diary held secrets that could embarrass the Long family? She had torn out the pages that revealed Andrew’s desertion. What had she intended to do with them?

The obvious answer was blackmail. She could have threatened to make them public, knowing she had the mayor over a dangerous barrel. The Longs were reputedly worth millions, and Marie could have named a high price.

There was something else she wanted badly, I realized. Tenure, and the respect that came with it.

Professor Howell Newkirk, a power in the history department, was a great friend of the Longs. If Lucinda asked him to support Marie’s bid for tenure and told him it was vital that he do so, he might have done it. Marie would then have had the status she had desperately sought all throughout her academic career.

I knew that would sound ridiculous to anyone outside the halls of academia. I thought, however, that Marie would have wanted both tenure at Athena as well as a nice sum of money from Lucinda Long.

Another memory surfaced. Marie told me, in our first conversation about the diaries, that the mayor would do what she wanted and make sure Marie had exclusive access. She implied that the mayor didn’t dare say no. Why? I wondered.

Perhaps because she already knew about the forgery. I had come up with that thought earlier, but now it seemed more likely to be the truth, or close to it.

Or, I thought, Marie could have taunted the mayor with the story of Andrew Long’s desertion.

I was going in circles. There were too many holes in my scenarios.

One thing was clear, however. Lucinda Long had the strongest motive for killing Marie Steverton.

THIRTY-SEVEN