AFTER TELLING HELEN my theory about Kent Stirling and the missing money—a theory she agrees is plausible—she and I go back over to the dinner to check on everything. By the time we get there, everything is almost cleaned up. Clark and Vivian are still there, along with a few Ladies of Charity and a handful of Knights, Steve, Bridget, and her children. The Davis kids are running around playing some kind of game, while Bridget is helping the Ladies clear away the serving table. Steve’s in the kitchen, scrubbing away at the remaining pots and pans.
“I thought you said you’d be back in a few minutes, Tom?” Clark asks when Helen and I come in.
“Sorry, things took longer than I thought,” I smile sheepishly.
“And what was this about solving a hundred-year-old mystery,” Vivian says.
“Helen, wo
