“That is a bummer.”
“I tell you what. You’re not at a dead end. Contact Mavis Smedly at the Redwood Library. I know they have some old photos of Lorillard House. Might be all exteriors, but I’m not sure what all they have.”
“Great, I’ll do that.”
She was about to thank him, ring off, and type up her notes, when he added, “Hel-lo. There is something.”
“Don’t make me beg. This just keeps getting better. I’m so glad I called you.”
“I do see one more thing,” Hugh said, all seriousness now. “And if I can find it, you can say ‘game over.’”
“You were holding out? You infuriating man!”
“No, really. I just now thought of it. See that silver pitcher on the table in front of the priest? It’s probably not just any old piece of junk. It could well be a family heirloom, used exclusively for bapti
