have forgotten to do it,” Benny said thoughtfully.
“Highly unlikely. Still sharp as a tack he was,” Harry said defensively.
I waved my hand. “No matter, really.”
Perhaps it was a sign to leave this whole business in the past and move forward. However, there was one more thing I could refresh my memory on. “Do you remember Susan the cook?” I asked.
“I certainly do.”
“Did we let her go or did she leave of her own accord?”
“Mr. Montague, your father, decided to let her go after we found out that there had been some rather valuable pictures missing from the house.”
“How come I don’t remember that?” I asked, looking through my glass.
“Your father, sir, did not want to make it public and it was decided to deal with the matter privately, even though, I must say, there was a considerable sum of money involved. In the end she had to go and take her son with her,” Harry said and finished his wine.
I looked at Harry. “Little J?”
“Right. He was a nice boy, but with a bit of a temper.”
“What happened to Susan?”
“They moved to the States and, if I’m not mistaken, she passed away a few years ago.”
“Do you know what happened to Little J?”
“I heard that he’d made quite a fortune across the pond,” Benny said.
Harry stood up. “I heard that as well. Benny, could you take these plates away and start on that coffee?”
How come I’d never heard that?
Benny took our plates and went to the house to make coffee.
“Dessert, sir?” Harry asked me.
“Absolutely. One thing though. How did they know it was Susan?”
“Oh, we found the frame from one of the missing pictures in one of the pantries, sir,” he said and started to cut the cake that had come from the local bakery.
I put my glass down. “In the pantry? How did you know it was her?”
“She used it more than others, I suppose.”
“That’s an odd place to hide something valuable, don’t you think?”
“It is, sir.” Harry gave me a plate with a piece of cake. “She was lucky she wasn’t arrested, if I may say so,” Harry said. “It was very generous of your father to let her go without pressing charges.”
“How did she take it?”
“Oh, she was quite upset.” He nodded, and the corners of his mouth drew downwards. “She was a good woman and, to be entirely honest, we didn’t believe that she could’ve done something of the sort. She actually stayed for a time and helped us while we were all busy with the search.”
“Who did?” Benny asked, coming back with the coffee pot.
“Susan Shannon,” Harry answered, frowning at Benny’s familiarity in front of me.
“Oh, yeah.” Benny nodded, not noticing the frown. “She helped us with those rats in the basement, didn’t she?”
“Did they find what happened to the pictures?” I asked, trying to conclude the topic.
“To my knowledge, they never found out who’d done it,” Harry said.
“I suspected two drifters who worked at the estate at that time, but they had some sort of alibi,” Benny said pouring the coffee. “Poor Susan though.”
I put a piece of cake in my mouth and nodded to Harry approvingly, pointing to the cake. He smiled.
“By the way, Benny,” I said when I swallowed my dessert, “you did a splendid job of keeping the lawn in perfect shape. I kind of expected to see it waist high.”
Benny was pleased to hear it. “Thank you, sir.”
The subject was successfully changed to gardening and house maintenance.
Chapter 9
I woke up early on Monday morning in my apartment and checked my phone for any messages. Surprisingly, there were none. Before putting the phone back on my bedside stand and contemplating a few more hours of sleep, I noticed what date it was – First of May. It was my mother’s birthday and the birthday of Charlie. They were born on the same day, which my mother had taken as a blessing from above, and the day was always special in Maple Grove House. We would have a grand party and my mother would take countless pictures with Charlie. For many years after Charlie’s disappearance, my mother stopped receiving her presents and would only celebrate his birthday. The number of candles on his favorite honey cake, which my mother and her sister Lucy would bake themselves, would be equal to the age of what he would have been. I would call her on this day no matter wherever I was or whatever the state of our relationship at that moment. Charlie’s birthday would negate all the arguments for one day and we would talk about him. I would aways end our conversation with Happy birthday, Mother to which she would always reply It’s not about me today, mon chéri, it’s about Charlie, and she would sometimes add, Thank you, though.
“Hello, Mother,” I said when she finally answered the phone. Sometimes it would take her ages to locate it.
“Good morning, mon chéri.” I could sense she was in one of her sad moods. “Nice to hear your voice … finally.”
“Happy birthday …to Charlie,” I said.
“Happy birthday to Charlie,” she said. “He would’ve been thirty-seven now.”
“Right.”
“Perhaps married with a few children.”
“Definitely,” I said following our usual routine of imagining what Charlie’s life would have been if he was alive. “He would probably have had a few dogs, cats, horses and snakes or something.” My list of Charlie’s imaginary pets had always put a smile on my mother’s face. I heard her chuckling and I smiled. I didn’t want her to be too sad today. We chatted for a bit and ended our conversation with the usual lines. I felt that I had done something good today and deserved some decent news in return. And that’s exactly what I received.
It was in the afternoon when I obtained the anticipated update from Jared’s people. I was getting ready to meet with some acquaintances I had met in a night club a few years ago–a fun bunch of people who liked to party–who had promised that there would be some women I might like. Jared’s assistant called and informed me that they had sent me an email with the proposal’s outlines. She asked me to read it and, provided I was willing to accept it, asked me to stop by the office next week to look at the paperwork and asked permission for their team to visit Maple Grove House for some assessment work. I gave my approval to the team right away and thanked her for the call.
The outlines of the proposal were quite simple. Jared was willing to provide the necessary funds to build the cottages upon successful promotion
