Poisoned Pins (29 page)

I was about to point out that Winkie had been busy when the front door in the foyer opened and the floor creaked as someone crossed the threshold. Eleanor grabbed my arm and yanked me inside the room, closed the door, and switched off the light. Her ear pressed against the door, she whispered, “Someone else is here.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you certain that your husband is in Las Vegas?”

“Why wouldn't he be?”

“I'm afraid his fantasies have some element of reality,” I said carefully. “I spoke to the manager of a motel that's known to be a place where . . . adults consent,
and he reacted as though he recognized your husband from my description. He also identified some of the Kappa Theta Etas as regular patrons.”

She stopped listening at the door and stood up. Her face was indecipherable in the shadows, but her voice was skeptical and unfriendly. “What exactly are you saying, Claire? I explained about John's condition, and I thought you understood me. He is not well. To be candid, he's physically incapable of doing what you've implied, even if there was the slightest reason to consider the possibility. As for the girls, we have strict rules about where they can be seen in public, and they're aware of the severity of their punishment should they disobey. The only one of them that would set foot in a place like that is Debbie Anne Wray.”

“Who set foot in it last week, and stayed there for several nights,” I said. “A second witness saw her get into a green truck and leave yesterday morning.”

“A green truck?” Eleanor sat down beside me, her purse crinkling in protest as she squeezed it. “That dreadful man found in the ritual closet drives a green truck, doesn't he? I don't understand any of this. Debbie Anne has been hiding at a motel, and that man picked her up and took her someplace else? He's just a painter. There's no reason she would know him, much less trust him enough to go away with him.”

Hoping she didn't subscribe to the kill-the-messenger school of retribution, I said, “There may be a reason that she and some of the other girls know Arnie. I suspect they've been transacting business with him since the spring, using him to fence stolen property.”

“Stolen property?” she echoed in a stunned voice. “But these are Kappa Theta Etas, not common girls who struggle through high school and marry factory workers and stay pregnant for fifteen years. We can't be as choosy as we'd like, but we do examine their backgrounds and scholastic records before we accept them, and once they become pledges, we do everything we can to train them in appropriate behavior. First you
slander my husband, and now you accuse us of theft and promiscuity!”

“I'm sorry, but I must tell the police what I've discovered. When Arnie sobers up, he can tell us where Debbie Anne is. She seemed a reluctant participant in all this, and I won't be surprised if she's willing to spill the whole sordid story. The motel manager might want to bargain, too.”

“The police are going to believe those three? A known drunk, a farmgirl, and an employee of the Hideaway Haven? I'd give more credence to the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker.”

“None of whose daughters could ever be Kappa Theta Etas,” I said in defense of the working stiffs of the world. “In any case, it's going to be out of our hands, and we'll have to see what happens. I don't know who's prowling in the house, but I really don't care if it's your husband searching for the photographs or Winkie for the cat. I'm going home.”

She followed me to the hallway, talking faster than I was remotely capable of walking. “I wish you'd reconsider before you call the police with your wild accusations, Claire. You've no evidence of any of this, nothing but your own convoluted ideas and less than credible witnesses, but rumors will leak out and have a disastrous effect on rush. This will be our first time to have someone from the National Board with us. It's vital to make a good impression on her so we can be sure of continued financial support until we can get our budget straightened out.”

I slowed down. “Winkie mentioned that someone was coming to audit the books at the end of the summer. I wonder if the reports of theft and shoplifting shot up the day after the girls learned an accountant would be looking at their ledgers? Jean Hall would have been the most alarmed. Yale might retract its invitation if it learned she'd been embezzling from her sorority, and National sounds like a group that would press charges.”

“Embezzling?” Eleanor said, apparently content to repeat my more startling words and phrases.

“I doubt it would be overly taxing to a business major. Float some bills, dip into one account to cover deficits in another, exaggerate an assessment for party favors, tamper with invoices—all so very simple until a trained auditor appears. Jean had to scrounge up enough money to cover what she, Rebecca, and maybe Pippa had been using to update their wardrobes and pay their house dues.” I went to the foyer, where there was no sign of the newest arrival. I was vaguely aware that Eleanor was continuing to plead with the oiliness of a lawyer, but a couple of insights had occurred that led me to think I needed to leave immediately.

“She took my keys,” said a chilly voice.

I kept heading for the door as Winkie stepped out of her suite and gave me a disapproving look. There was nothing charmingly childlike about her now; she was as malevolent as a gnome from one of the more gruesome fairy tales.

“And she searched Jean's things,” said a downright icy voice from within the unlit living room.

I may have faltered just a bit as Rebecca came into the foyer. She swept her hair back and continued, “You'd better hope she didn't find anything, either.”

“Not me,” I said as I reached for the doorknob. And heard the sound of a gun being cocked. And froze.

“I'll shoot you if I must, Claire,” Eleanor said in a conversational tone more suitable for cocktail parties at the country club. “I don't know exactly what I'll tell the police, but I'm sure I can concoct some perfectly adequate excuse about mistaking you for a burglar. Thanks to you, there are numerous reports on file at the campus security office.”

I reluctantly lowered my hand and turned around to look at the gun in her hand. Although it wasn't pink, it was small and stylish, the perfect size to be slipped into a beaded bag for an evening at the opera. “For pity's sake, Eleanor, you aren't going to shoot me in front of two witnesses.”

She showed me all her teeth and a fair quantity of moist pink gums. “We're Kappa Theta Etas. We'd never testify against our own sisters. Loyalty is the very basis of our initiation ritual; once we've attached our pins, we're intimately linked, and even in death, we're steadfast members of Chapter Eternal.”

Winkie and Rebecca nodded grimly, and the latter said, “Besides, I'm going to New York at the end of the summer, not some women's prison. It would be too dreary.”

“Is John Vanderson sponsoring you?” I asked evenly.

She flinched as Eleanor's gun wobbled in her direction. “I don't know what you're talking about. I mean, Jean had some deal with him, but I didn't have anything to do with it.”

“Oh, come now,” I said with a chuckle. “You found
the photographs in Jean's room and sent Dean Vanderson a blackmail note just the other day. On Monday, I believe he said. I saw it in his office.”

“She did?” said Eleanor. The question was aimed at me, but the gun, at least for the moment, was still aimed at Rebecca.

Rebecca spoke quickly. “I did not! Jean must have put the photographs in her purse when she met your husband in the alley. If anybody is in a position to use them, it's Debbie Anne. She has Jean's key to the chapter room. Why wouldn't she have the photographs, too?”

“I don't think she does,” Eleanor said. After a moment, she pointed the gun at Winkie. “Did you happen to look through Jean's things?”

Winkie jerked her head back and forth. “No, and I know nothing about this matter. I was aware that Jean and some of the girls were . . . behaving badly, but she made it clear that I was to mind my own business. If National were to hear of some of the things that have happened right here in the house, they'd revoke our charter. You know how desperately I need the pension, Eleanor.”

I decided to aid and abet the erosion of Kappa loyalty. “But why did you return to the house tonight? Did you want to enhance your job security with something to dangle over Eleanor?”

“I was worried that I hadn't locked all the doors. I may have heard something from one of the girls about Dean Vanderson, but I would never stoop to blackmail. Well, I did think it was important to make sure that no evidence of misconduct be sent to Jean's parents.”

“That's right,” Rebecca contributed, still speaking rapidly and in danger of flubbing her lines. “Jean's parents might have gone crazy and called National. Her father's a state senator, and he's got enough clout to force the local police to reopen the investigation. A thorough search of the house would be a disaster for all of us.”

“Stop!” Eleanor leaned against the wall and rubbed
her face with her free hand, a frown deepening on her face as she studied each of us in turn. “This is terribly confusing, all these accusations and lies. I think we need to sit down and talk this over, and reach an agreement about what will be said to National and what need not be mentioned. We're Kappa Theta Etas, after all.”

It was not the moment to correct her. I nodded and said, “Why don't you put down the gun and we'll do just that?”

“What about her?” said Rebecca, not bothering to gesture in my direction.

Eleanor hesitated, then pointed the gun at me. “I'll have to ask you to wait in the chapter room while we deal with this, Claire. Earlier you made rash and injudicious remarks concerning our chapter, and I cannot allow you to leave just now. Winkie, would you be so kind as to retrieve your keys from Claire's pocket and unlock the door at the top of the stairs? Rebecca, why don't you make tea in the suite for us? I'll be back in a jiffy.”

She kept the barrel jammed into my back as we went down to the basement. I was hoping she would have a problem unlocking the chapter-room door, but rather than using Winkie's unwieldy key ring, she took a single key from her pocket and used it with no lessening of pressure in the middle of my back.

“I'd welcome you to the chapter room,” she said as she shoved me into the room, “but you've already seen it, haven't you? Some sororities have open chapter rooms, but it's a bother to have to put away the banners and scatter the chairs after the meetings. It's really quite a lot easier to keep it locked.”

I was not in the proper frame of mind for a lesson in sororal protocol, being more concerned with the current situation. “Let's get this over with,” I said. “Decide who gets to blackmail whom, and then let me out of here so I can go home and go to bed.”

“I'm afraid it may be a long wait. Did you get a good look inside the ritual closet when you discovered
Arnie?” I shrugged. “The Kappa Theta Etas have a very special initiation ceremony, filled with mystery and symbolism. What's said and done here can never leave this room; the very first vow taken is to honor the sanctity and confidentiality of the ceremony. Then guess what happens?”

I warily noted the brightness of her eyes. “I have no idea whatsoever, Eleanor. Why don't you go upstairs and—”

“Each pledge steps into a real coffin, and when she senses that she's ready, she comes out to be welcomed by her new sisters. It's symbolic of her rebirth as a Kappa Theta Eta!” She giggled at my expression. “Oh, we have more symbols than you can imagine. Periodically during the year, the pledges are lined up in the backyard and sprinkled with a hose to make them grow. When the moon is full, the members wake the pledges and sing to them while they pretend to be roses in the flowerbed.”

“You shouldn't be telling me your sorority secrets,” I said with heartfelt sincerity, mindful of her remark about certain subjects never leaving the room.

“Then why don't you tell me what secrets you know? No, let me see if I can guess! You seem to know about John's sordid little sessions at the motel, don't you? It took me quite some time to figure it out, but he actually kept the photographs Jean took from inside a closet. I found the little souvenirs in his dresser drawer, along with the pink notes.”

“Including the one that ordered him to meet Jean at the fraternity-house patio on Saturday night?”

She beamed at me. “I am so impressed with your cleverness! Tell me more, please.”

I decided to participate in her maniacal game in hopes that someone might intervene. The odds were slightly more in favor of mummified alumnae staggering out of the ritual closet than of police thundering down the stairs, but there was little else to do. “Don't be so modest, Eleanor. You acted quickly and cleverly when Debbie Anne came to you to confess about the
thefts and shoplifting. Did you pretend to be horrified and tell her to stay at the Hideaway Haven until you took action?”

“I did, I did! I told her she was in great danger from Jean and Rebecca, and that she had to hide until I called National on Monday morning. I even offered to move her car to a different location in case someone might see it at the motel.” She clucked her tongue disapprovingly. “Debbie Anne should never have been encouraged to pledge. She lacks initiative.”

I sat down on a folding chair and crossed my legs. “But she called me, didn't she? That must have annoyed you enough to take her to your house for a lecture.”

Eleanor sat down, but at a distance that precluded any reckless heroics on my part. If we'd constituted a quorum, we could have held a meeting about gun control. Still beaming like a spotlight, she said, “I was annoyed, yes, but the reason I told Arnie to bring her to my house was so that she could clean for me. My housekeeper quit on the very day we were entertaining Judge Frankley. Debbie Anne did a competent job, but she found a newspaper with an article about Jean's death, and became so agitated that I had to slip her a sedative before I took her to the guestroom on the third floor. It seemed most expedient to leave her there until John was on his way to Las Vegas.”