Chapter 22
Taggart and Lucas, the beagle shadowing their steps, carried our luggage out to the waiting coach. Cassie and I lingered in the foyer to say goodbye to Hannah Davis and Jacob Meyer. The latter gave me a hearty handshake. "I will be writing William with a glowing review." He winked. "Even though you didn't catch the murderer."
I suppressed a sigh. "Thank you, sir." Perhaps Mrs. Davis would tell him the truth one day.
As expected, the Chestertown sheriff had thrown up his hands at the thought of another investigation after all these years. With the remains of Artie Willis on their way to a proper burial and the tunnel sealed off by the federal revenue men, Schroon Lake Inn would no longer be haunted by its past. The authorities were questioning Atwater and Traub even now and se
