THE PLAYLIST
Mills Brothers - Nevertheless (I'm In Love With You)
Jason Donovan - Sealed With A Kiss
The Mills Brothers - I'll Be Around
The Beach Boys - Don't Worry Baby
Owl City - If My Heart Was a House
The Mills Brothers - Till Then
We only see the things on the surface…
When Pirate Cove’s favorite mystery bookstore owner and
sometimes-amateur sleuth Ellery Page discovers a vintage diving collection bag
full of antique gold coins tucked away for safe-keeping in the stockroom of the
Crow’s Nest, it sets off a series of increasingly dangerous events, culminating
in murder.
“Cheers,” Jack said.
“Yo ho ho,” Ellery replied. He sipped his cobalt cocktail. “Mm.”
The tart sweetness of the cocktail and the crackling warmth of the nearby
fireplace were the perfect pairing for a chilly autumn night. He felt like he’d
been waiting to exhale ever since dumping those coins on his desk. “I have to
say I’m very relieved you-know-what is you-know-where. The thought that it was
just lying there in that cupboard all this time makes me feel a little queasy.”
“Any chance that it wasn’t in the cupboard the whole time? I
thought Felix said he left it out on a storage shelf.”
Felix Jones, Libby Tulley’s boyfriend and the son of Pirate
Cove’s previous mayor, had pitched in for a short time at the Crow’s Nest while
Ellery had been convalescing.
“He must have been mistaken. It was his last day at work and
his last day on the island, so it’s no wonder if he was distracted. When I asked
him, he barely remembered Cap giving him the bag.”
Jack made a noncommittal noise and sipped his beer.
“Whoever broke in would have to have been in a hurry.”
Jack conceded, “The assumption would be you had looked in
the bag and so it was unlikely to have been left in the shop at all.”
“Exactly!”
Jack studied Ellery for a moment. His smile twisted. “Let’s
not get ahead of ourselves. First off, there’s no proof the collection bag you
found belonged to Vernon Shandy. The assumption is the deep dive suit was his,
but there are plenty of other divers on this island. No one knows for a fact
who hid that suit in the warehouse with the Historical Society’s collection. Or
for what reason.”
“To hide those coins,” Ellery said.
Jack shook his head. “That’s an assumption.”
“It’s a working theory. And it’s the most logical.”
“Maybe. But let’s say you’re right. Let’s go with your theory
that the suit belonged to the Shandys and that the suit was stashed away to
hide the coins.”
“Doubloons.”
Jack laughed. “You really do love the idea of pirate’s
treasure, don’t you? If your eyes were any shinier, they’d be glowing.”
Ellery laughed and sat back in his chair. He shrugged.
“Okay, yes. I do love the idea of pirate’s treasure.”
“Especially pirate’s treasure with a mystery attached.”
Ellery couldn’t help pointing out, “Wouldn’t all pirates’
treasures have a certain amount of mystery attached?”
“Hm. Good point. But here’s what I was getting at. Even if
we go with your theory about who owned the collection bag and why it was
concealed, it still doesn’t prove those coins came from the Blood Red Rose.”
“Ah. Okay. You’re right.”
“There are a lot of wrecks in the waters around this island.”
“True. I’ll give you that one.”
Jack laughed. “Thank you. And finally, even if your theories
are correct about who owned the diving suit and collection bag, where the coins
came from, and why they were hidden in the Historical Society’s collection,
there’s still no proof that Vernon Shandy was murdered.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Ellery objected. “Something
happened to him.”
“Something, yes. One way or the other, he left the island. That’s
for sure. But the surrounding circumstances are unknown.” As Ellery opened his
mouth to debate this, Jack continued, “And there are plenty of reasons the
Shandys might want to conceal those circumstances.”
Jack asked Ellery, “Are you driving back to Captain’s Seat
or staying over?”
There had been a time, not so long ago, when Jack would not
have so casually or so openly asked that question.
Ellery smiled. “If Watson and I haven’t worn out our
welcome?”
Jack gave him the slightest of winks and said to Tom,
“Another round, thanks.” He added to Ellery, “We can always walk home.”
Tom gave Ellery a droll look. “Coming right up!”
Tom departed, Ellery and Jack reached for the salt and
pepper shakers, exchanged the vinegar bottle, repositioned the little jars of
tartar sauce.
Jack broke off a piece of fried cod and said, as though
there had been no interruption, “I’m not trying to bust your balloon.
Obviously, there’s an element of mystery surrounding these events. It just
doesn’t automatically, inevitably indicate murder.”
“Well, no, of course not.” Ellery chewed thoughtfully on a
french fry.
Jack observed him for a moment. “Which isn’t going to stop
you from poking your nose into other people’s business and asking a lot of
awkward questions, is it?”
Ellery’s brows shot up in surprise. “Me? Come on,
Jack, whatever happened to Vernon Shandy is none of my business. Anyway, even
if something sinister did occur, it was over half a century ago. Nobody’s going
to remember anything this long after the fact. Assuming anyone involved is
still around. Which is unlikely. Right?”
Jack sighed, shook his head. “That’s what I thought.”
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