Chapter 53Sheriff Matthew Hammersfeldt was sitting at his desk. His large feet, shod in shiny patent leather, were casually propped over it when the telephone rang. His feet dropped to the floor with a dull thud as he leaned forward to answer its shrill ring.
"Sheriff"s Office. Hammersfeldt speaking," he said in a bored voice as he grabbed a pen.
"Why hello, Hank," he drawled good-naturedly, recognizing the voice of Dr. Mariah from St. Christi"s Institute. "Certainly I got your message, but I"ve decided not to take any action yet. I"m going to wait until some of the townsfolk start complaining about her being back. What"s that? Oh, sure. I know
Jim Tompkins. He used to be our postmaster—a fine gentleman. He—What"s that? Her husband!"
Matt"s relaxed grin faded at the startling news. "No
