start with these,’ she said. ‘There are more coming.’
Dana looked at the huge pile of tapes and thought, Maybe I am Chicken Little. But if I’m right …
Dana put in a tape, and the picture of a stunningly handsome man flashed on the screen. His features were strong and sculpted. He had a mane of dark hair, candid blue eyes, and a strong chin. By his side was a young boy. A commentator said, ‘Taylor Winthrop has added another wilderness camp to the ones he has already established for underprivileged children. His son Paul is here with him, ready to join in the fun. This is the tenth in a series of such camps that Taylor Winthrop is building. He plans at least a dozen more.’
Dana pressed a button and the scene changed. An older-looking Taylor Winthrop, with flecks of gray in his hair, was shaking hands with a group of dignitaries. ‘… has just confirmed his appointment as consultant to NATO. Taylor Winthrop will be leaving for Brussels in the next few weeks to …’
Dana changed the tape. The scene was the front lawn of the White House. Taylor Winthrop was standing next to the president, who was saying, ‘… and I have appointed him to head up the FRA, the Federal Research Agency. The agency is dedicated to helping developing countries all around the world, and I can think of no one better qualified than Taylor Winthrop to lead that organization …’
The monitor flashed onto the next scene, the Leonardo da Vinci airport in Rome, where Taylor Winthrop was debarking from a plane. ‘Several heads of state are here to greet Taylor Winthrop as he arrives to negotiate trade deals between Italy and the United States. The fact that Mr Winthrop was selected by the president to handle these negotiations shows how significant they are …’
The man had done everything, Dana thought.
She changed tapes. Taylor Winthrop was at the presidential palace in Paris, shaking hands with the president of France. ‘A landmark trade agreement with the French has just been completed by Taylor Winthrop …’
Another tape. Taylor Winthrop’s wife, Madeline, was in front of a compound with a group of boys and girls. ‘Madeline Winthrop today dedicated a new care center for abused children, and –’
There was a tape of the Winthrops’ own children playing at their estate farm in Manchester, Vermont.
Dana put the next tape in. Taylor Winthrop at the White House. In the background were his wife, his two handsome sons, Gary and Paul, and his beautiful daughter, Julie. The president was presenting Taylor Winthrop with a Medal of Freedom. ‘… and for his selfless devotion to his country and for all his wonderful accomplishments, I am pleased to present Taylor Winthrop with the highest civilian award we can give – the Medal of Freedom.’
There was a tape of Julie skiing …
Gary funding a foundation to help young artists …
The Oval Office again. The press was out in full force. A gray-haired Taylor Winthrop and his wife were standing next to the president. ‘I have just appointed Taylor Winthrop our new ambassador to Russia. I know you are all familiar with Mr Winthrop’s innumerable services to our country, and I’m delighted that he has agreed to accept this post instead of spending his days playing golf.’ The press laughed.
Taylor Winthrop quipped, ‘You haven’t seen my golf game, Mr President.’
Another laugh …
And then came the series of disasters.
Dana inserted a new tape. The scene outside a burned-out home in Aspen, Colorado. A female newscaster was pointing to the gutted house. ‘The chief of police of Aspen has confirmed that Ambassador Winthrop and his wife, Madeline, both perished in the terrible fire. The fire department was alerted in the early hours of this morning and arrived within fifteen minutes, but it was too late to save them. According to Chief Nagel, the fire was caused by an electrical problem. Ambassador and Mrs Winthrop were known worldwide for their philanthropy and dedication to government service.’
Dana put in another tape. The scene was the Grand Corniche on the French Riviera. A reporter said, ‘Here is the curve where Paul Winthrop’s car skidded off the road and plummeted down the mountainside. According to the coroner’s office, he was killed instantly by the impact. There were no passengers. The police are investigating the cause of the accident. The terrible irony is that only two months ago Paul Winthrop’s mother and father died in a fire at their home in Aspen, Colorado.’
Dana reached for another tape. A mountain skiing trail in Juneau, Alaska. A heavily bundled-up newscaster: ‘… and this is the scene of the tragic skiing accident that occurred last evening. Authorities are not sure why Julie Winthrop, a champion skier, was skiing alone at night on this particular trail, which had been closed, but they are investigating. In September, just six weeks ago, Julie’s brother Paul was killed in a car accident in France, and in July of this year, her parents. Ambassador Taylor Winthrop and his wife, died in a fire. The president has expressed his sympathy.’
The next tape. Gary Winthrop’s home in the northwest section of Washington, DC. Reporters were swarming around the outside of the town house. In front of the house, a newscaster was saying, ‘In a tragic, unbelievable turn of events, Gary Winthrop, the last remaining member of the beloved Winthrop family, has been shot and killed by burglars. Early this morning a security guard noticed that the alarm light was off, entered the home, and found Mr Winthrop’s body. He had been shot twice. Apparently the thieves were after valuable paintings and were interrupted. Gary Winthrop was the fifth and last member of the family to meet a violent death this year.’
Dana turned off the television monitor and sat there for a long time. Who would want to wipe out a wonderful family like that? Who? Why?
Dana arranged an appointment with Senator Perry Leff at the Hart Senate Office Building. Leff was in his early fifties, an earnest and impassioned man.
He rose as Dana was ushered in. ‘What can I do for you, Miss Evans?’
‘I understand that you worked closely with Taylor Winthrop, Senator?’
‘Yes. We were appointed by the president to serve on several committees together.’
‘I know what his public image is, Senator Leff, but what was he like as a person?’
Senator Leff studied Dana for a moment. ‘I’ll be glad to tell you. Taylor Winthrop was one of the finest men I’ve ever met. What was most remarkable about him was the way he related to people. He really cared. He went out of his way to make this a better world. I’ll always miss him, and what’s happened to his family is just too goddamn awful to think about.’
Dana was talking to Nancy Patchin, one of Taylor Winthrop’s secretaries, a woman in her sixties, with a lined face and sad eyes.
‘You worked for Mr Winthrop for a long time?’
‘Fifteen years.’
‘In that period of time, I imagine you got to know Mr Winthrop well.’
‘Yes, of course.’
Dana said, ‘I’m trying to get a picture of what kind of man he was. Was he –?’
Nancy Patchin interrupted. ‘I can tell you exactly what kind of man he was, Miss Evans. When we discovered my son had Lou Gehrig’s disease, Taylor Winthrop took him to his own doctors and paid all the medical bills. When my son died, Mr
