Classified As Murder

“Not hardly,” Helen Louise said. “Daphne’s late and very unlamented husband was as big an idiot when it came to business as her son is now. He left her basically penniless, and James Delacorte took her in. I don’t think he counted on taking in Hubert and Eloise as well. But Hubert can’t seem to hold down a job, and I heard Eloise’s brother cut off her allowance after their daddy died a few years ago. If it weren’t for James, they’d all be out on the street.”

“You said the niece and nephew work, though.” I drank the last of my water as I waited for Helen Louise’s response.

“They do, but I’d be willing to bet you they’ll quit the minute they inherit some of those millions.” She laughed. “Unless they’re in for a nasty surprise. Mr. Delacorte may leave all his money to the college or some charity. It would serve them all right if he did.”

“What a family.” Sean shook his head. “Sounds like something right out of Agatha Christie.”

“After all you’ve told us,” I said, “I’m not really looking forward to meeting them this afternoon.”

“I forgot someone,” Helen Louise said. “The butler. He’s English, I believe, and he’s been with James Delacorte for forty years or more. Very devoted servant, as they say.” She raised her eyebrows. “And that has definitely set some tongues wagging on occasion, let me tell you. Especially since James Delacorte never married or showed any interest in a particular woman.”

“What’s his name?” Sean asked.

“Truesdale,” Helen Louise responded after a moment. “He picks up Mr. Delacorte’s weekly order every once in a while. Never has much to say for himself.”

“Whatever happens this afternoon at tea, Dad, I don’t think it will be dull.” Sean stood and handed me Dante’s leash. “Would you hang onto this for a minute? I’ll be right back, if you’ll excuse me.”

Helen Louise watched as Sean headed for the bathroom. She turned back to me. “I’m sure you’re enjoying having him visit. You didn’t say anything about him coming the last time I saw you, though.”

I shook my head. “I had no idea he was coming. He showed up yesterday.” I hesitated for a moment, but I needed to confide in someone. “He quit his job, and he wants to stay with me for a while.”

“How do you feel about that?” She regarded me kindly.

“I’m delighted that he came to me when he’s obviously in distress about something.” I shrugged. “But so far he hasn’t told me why he quit, other than that he was tired of the stress.”

“Those big law firms can be hell to work for.” Helen Louise grimaced.

I remembered then that Helen Louise had gone to law school, too. Graduated second in her class. She worked for a big firm in Memphis for a few years before chucking it in to follow her dream of owning her own bakery.

“Would you mind if I tell him about you?” I rubbed a hand across my forehead, feeling suddenly tired. “It might help for him to talk to someone who’s been through the same thing. I don’t know how willing he’s going to be to tell me what’s really bothering him. He hasn’t confided in me for a long time.”

“Of course I’d be happy to talk to him, whenever he wants.” Helen Louise leaned forward and patted my arm. “Let him have some time to himself, and eventually he’ll talk to you.”

“I hope you’re right,” I said in an undertone as Sean came back to the table.

Helen Louise stood. “Well, mes amis, I’ve enjoyed our visit, but I’d better get back to work before Debbie has a hissy fit. The lunch crowd is starting to arrive.” With a sweet smile she headed back to the counter.

Indeed, a steady stream of customers was trickling in.

“We ought to get going anyway,” I said. I stood, holding both leashes. “I’ll take these guys outside while you settle up with Helen Louise. Pick out something for dessert, and we can have it tonight with dinner.”

“Sure thing. Be out in a minute.” Sean strode to the counter.

Outside the midday sun had warmed the day even more. I was ready to get home and relax for a while, and I’d do my best not to dwell too much on what lay ahead this afternoon.

Sean came out carrying a cardboard bakery box, tied with string. He accepted Dante’s leash from me, and we headed back to the house.

“What did you get?”

Sean smiled. “It’s a surprise. Helen Louise assured me you’d like it.”

“I’m sure I will.”

Dante strained at his leash. He sniffed eagerly, and I figured he was looking for a convenient bush or clump of grass to water. We paused when he found one, and Diesel watched him with great interest.

When we were on the way again Sean spoke. “She sure likes you.”

“Helen Louise, you mean?” I shrugged. “I’ve known her since high school, and she and your mother were good friends.”

“I know she’s your friend, Dad.” Sean shook his head. “I’m talking about something else. She really likes you.”

“Oh.”

“Is that all you have to say?” Sean sounded irritated.

“I think she’s an attractive woman.” I wasn’t sure if he was simply curious or if he was upset that I might be interested in a woman besides his mother.

“That’s obvious, too. Are you dating her?”