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“That always annoyed me,” said Sam. “You could never figure out who the murderer was because it could be any of them, and Christie never gave you all the clues you needed to figure out which one it was.”

Murmurs of agreement rippled around the table.

Jane cleared her throat. “I’m not done yet,” she said. “There’s something else about Christie’s novels that is a bit predictable, and that is the character who is largely invisible throughout the book but who then becomes enormously important at the end. In fact, you can often identify the murderer simply by looking at who gets the least amount of time in the story.”

“In our case that would be Genevieve,” Orsino said.

“I beg your pardon?” said Genevieve.

“I’m sorry, but it’s true,” said Orsino. “I’ve barely seen you at all this trip.”

“You’re just trying to get back at me because you think I called you a murderer!” Genevieve said.

She started speaking in rapid-fire French. Orsino responded in equally rapid and equally loud Italian. Jane put her fingers in her mouth and gave an ear-piercing whistle. This stopped their bickering.

“Although Genevieve has indeed contributed little in the way of conversation during our excursions, it is not she to whom I am referring.”

As she spoke she moved quietly around the table, until she was standing just behind the chair of her prime suspect. She smiled triumphantly. “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you our murderess.”

“Suzu?” Sam said as they all stared at the diminutive professor.

“I’d forgotten all about her,” said Brodie.

“Well, the poor thing almost never speaks,” added Genevieve.

“What makes you think it’s her?” Enid asked. “What motive does she have?”

“None that I know of,” said Jane. “Which according to the rules of every Agatha Christie novel I’ve ever read means that she
must
be the guilty party.”

Suzu remained motionless as they discussed her. She said nothing, sitting with her hands folded in her lap.

“We really don’t know anything about her,” Orsino said.

“Now that you mention it, Bergen was the one who suggested I invite her,” said Enid. “I’d never heard of her before.”

“Exactly,” Jane said. “She masterminded this from the beginning.”

“Wait a minute,” Genevieve said. “Suzu was standing with us at the bottom of the tower when Ryan fell. How do you explain that?”

“Oh, that,” said Jane. “Well, she’s a vam …”

Unfortunately, she hadn’t quite gotten this far when imagining how the big reveal would go. Now that she was there, she realized that there was one big question she wasn’t going to be able to answer.

“Yes, Jane,” Suzu said in a calm, even voice. “How do you explain that?”

Jane looked down. Suzu was looking up at her, not smiling.
Her dark eyes flashed anger, and Jane could sense that more than anything Suzu wanted to destroy her.

At least I know I’m right
, she thought as she searched frantically for words—any words at all.

“And she’s hardly big enough to fling a cat,” said Brodie. “How could she hurl a great big thing like McGuinness over a four-foot-high wall?”

Then Jane heard a sound that made her heart shrink to the size of a pea. It was laughter. It started at one end of the table, where Enid was grinning and pointing at Jane, and then it seemed to roll like a great, sweeping wave toward the chair in which Suzu sat with Jane behind her.

“Stop it!” Jane shouted.

But they didn’t. They only laughed harder and louder. All except Walter, who sat looking at Jane with a perplexed look on his face.

Jane wanted to die. She couldn’t even muster the energy to try again. Then, beneath the laughter, she heard Suzu speaking to her. Only it was more like the way Lilith spoke to her, the words forming in her mind instead of reaching her ears.

“It took you long enough to figure me out,” Suzu said. “But of course, as you now realize, you can’t make them believe you. They think you’re insane.”

“Where has Bergen taken Miriam?” Jane asked.

“Don’t worry,” Suzu said. “She’s not dead. Yet. I’ll return her when you give me the Needle.”

“I don’t have the Needle,” Jane said. “I don’t think it even exists.”

“Nice try,” said Suzu. “I’ve seen the doll. Just give the Needle to me.”

“I just told you, I don’t have it,” Jane said. “There was nothing inside the doll.”

“Then you’d better find it,” Suzu told her.

The laughter had died down now, and the people around the
table were looking at Jane, waiting for her to say something. Before she could speak there was a knocking at the door. Lucy looked at Jane, who shrugged. There was no reason to keep it locked now.

Lucy opened the door and a girl wearing the shirt of a hotel employee came in. She walked over to Walter and handed him an envelope.

“Your mother asked us to deliver this to you at nine-thirty this morning,” she said.

Walter took the envelope. “When did she leave it at the desk?”

“Last night, I believe,” the girl said.

“Thank you,” Walter said as he opened the envelope and removed a single piece of paper. He scanned it, then cleared his throat and began reading.

Dear Walter:

Since your father and I divorced I’ve been looking for a man who understands me and loves me for who I am. I’ve found that man in Bergen Faust. I know this will come as a surprise, but I want you to know that we are very much in love.

Bergen and I are going away to spend some time together alone. We don’t even know where we’re going. We’re just getting a car and driving where our hearts take us. But don’t worry, we won’t do anything foolish. I’ll let you know in a few days where we are.

Love,

Mom

“Well, that explains that,” Enid said.

“It does not!” said Jane. “It’s obviously a forgery!”

Walter held the letter up. “It’s her handwriting,” he said.

“They made her write it,” Jane insisted.

“Jane, you know as well as I do that nobody makes my mother do anything she doesn’t want to do,” Walter said.

“I think you should apologize to Suzu,” said Genevieve.

Suzu stood up. “There’s no need,” she said. “Jane meant no offense, I’m sure.”

“She accused you of being a murderer,” said Enid.

“Jane is a writer,” Suzu said, her voice still soft and light. “Perhaps her imagination simply ran away with her.”

Everyone looked at Jane. She felt the weight of their stares. Suzu was lying. She
was
a murderer. But there was no way anybody was going to believe her. No one except Lucy, anyway, and that wasn’t enough.

She was beaten.

“Yes,” she said. “Perhaps it did. I’m very sorry.”

Suzu touched her arm gently. “We won’t speak of it again.”

She left the room. Jane, not knowing what else to do, went and sat down beside Walter. “I feel like such a fool,” she said.

“Can hardly blame you for that,” said Brodie, who was seated across from her. “But it was very entertaining.”

“And you weren’t wrong about all of us having reasons for wanting Ryan dead,” Sam added kindly.

“Especially you, eh, Chumsley?” Brodie called out. He chuckled. “Who knew you had it in you, you old dog?”

“Yes,” Chumsley said. “Well.” He glanced at Enid, who glared at him and stomped out of the room.

“At least we know where my mother is,” said Walter. “Well, sort of.”

“But
Bergen
?” Sam said. “No offense, but ick.”

“I’m just happy she’s found someone,” said Walter.

Jane wanted to shake him and ask him if he really thought Miriam would run off with someone like Bergen. But she didn’t. She’d caused enough trouble for one morning. She was surprised any of them were speaking to her at all, especially after she’d aired their dirty laundry. Walter looked at his watch. “We’re supposed
to meet in front of the hotel in fifteen minutes to go to today’s house,” he said.

“I don’t think anyone wants me to come,” Jane said.

Walter smiled. “I do,” he said. “But you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Jane didn’t want to. In fact, it was the last thing she wanted to do. Not only would she have to be around all of the people in front of whom she’d embarrassed herself, she would have to be around Suzu. Now that her suspicions about the woman were confirmed, she was determined to find out who she was and why she was so anxious to get her hands on Crispin’s Needle. She couldn’t do that if Suzu was watching her.

On the other hand, she can’t do anything while you’re watching her
, she thought.

She smiled at Walter. “I can’t imagine anything better than spending the day with you,” she said. “I’ll go get my coat.”

Thursday: Geneva

T
HE
P
EUGEOT HUGGED THE CURVE OF THE ROAD AS
W
ALTER ACCELERATED
, causing the car to shoot forward when it came to the straightaway. Jane, looking out the window, watched as the mountains opened up and the car descended into the Val d’Aosta. The late afternoon sun had burned away most of the fog, and the glacier-fed waters of the Dora Baltea turned it into a silvery ribbon that wound back and forth across the landscape.

A bus had been arranged to take the group from Venice to Geneva, but Walter had suggested to Jane that they rent a car and drive on their own. That way they would be able to stop if they wanted to. Also, it would give them some time alone.

It was the time alone that worried Jane. Following the debacle of her unmasking of Ryan McGuinness’s murderer, she might be expected to relish being away from those she had offended, amused, or both. But being alone with Walter was also problematic, as it meant she couldn’t avoid discussing either her seemingly erratic behavior or his mother’s disappearance.

They had discussed the latter subject during the first two hours of the trip. Walter accepted the explanation—provided by
the letter allegedly written by Miriam and left for him at the desk of the Byron Hotel—that his mother had run off with Bergen Faust, and Jane chose not to disabuse him of this notion. Things were actually made easier for her by Walter’s belief that his mother was simply off on a romantic adventure, as it gave Jane more time to figure out her next move.

The second two hours of the journey had been spent talking about the scenery, the various buildings they’d seen, and the charms of European cities in general. Now, as the final third of the trip began, Jane felt it was time to address the topic they had both been avoiding.

“You’re probably wondering what got into me this morning,” she began.

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about,” Walter said.

“Oh, good,” said Jane. “Then just forget I said anything.”

Walter laughed. “Somehow I don’t think you’ll let me off that easy.”

“Excuse me,” Jane said. “But
I’m
the one who has to provide an explanation.”

“And I’m the one who has to listen to it,” said Walter.

Jane wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or offended by his tone, but she chose to believe that Walter was joking with her. This made her want to be open and honest with him, and so she decided to be as truthful as she could be.

“It’s all Lucy’s fault,” she said, her resolve crumbling before the first word had left her mouth. “She had me thinking all kinds of crazy things. You know how she is.”

“Uh-huh,” Walter said.

“What?” said Jane.

“Lucy had
you
thinking all kinds of crazy things?” Walter said. “Pardon me for suggesting such a thing, but is it possible that it’s actually the other way around?”

“What are you implying?” Jane asked.

“I’m implying that you’re the one whose imagination occasionally gets the better of her,” said Walter.

“It does not!” Jane objected. A moment later she said, “Well, perhaps once or twice.”

“Yes, once or twice,” Walter agreed.

Jane sighed. “I don’t know how you can put up with me.”

“Because I love you,” Walter said. “If I got upset every time you did something odd, I would have given up years ago. But I’ve gotten used to it.”

“You get
used
to ugly carpeting,” Jane said huffily. “And Jennifer Aniston’s new haircut. You make it sound as though I need to be
endured
.”

“Are you saying that you
want
me to be disturbed by your behavior?” asked Walter.

“Of course not,” Jane replied, wondering how the conversation had gone so horribly wrong.

“Look,” said Walter. “I don’t always know what goes on in that head of yours. And yes, on occasion you do things that are, well, unusual. But that’s what makes you who you are, and I wouldn’t want you to be any other way.”

“All right then,” Jane said. “And thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Walter said.

“I’m probably going to get odder, you know,” Jane told him.

“I’ll be surprised if you don’t,” said Walter.

Jane looked at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“And here we go,” Walter said.

Half an hour later they passed Courmayeur, entered the Mont Blanc Tunnel, and emerged in France. Another hour brought them to Geneva, and then they were driving up a long, narrow road. Jane, who had been napping, awoke when she felt the car stop. She opened her eyes and promptly uttered a very unladylike word.

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