“A real estate magnate, I’m not.” Drayco didn’t bring any valuables with him, nor had he picked up anything while he was here, except Nanette’s letter fragment. “I should mention this to our town gendarme if you don’t mind.”
A call to the sheriff’s office found Sailor working late and willing to stop on his way home. “Besides,” the sheriff said as he stepped inside the hallway, “Maida knows I’ll do anything for a slice of her sweet potato pie. But don’t tell my wife. She’ll be furious if I don’t have room for the meal she’s been slaving over. Liver and onions.” Sailor wrinkled his nose.
They made a detailed search of Drayco’s room. He said, “They must have been in a hurry. Or didn’t care if I knew they were here.”
The sheriff removed the books on Drayco’s bed, using a pencil slipped bet
