"I'm not sure; I think he was fishing for something he could use. He asked a lot of questions about Libby."

"And what did you tell him about her?"

"The truth, but without the financial details."

"God, how could you do that?"

"Why shouldn't I answer his questions? We've nothing to lose by telling him the truth about her. Believe me, this is no time to start lying to the local authorities."

"What did he want to know?"

"Mostly, he wanted to know about next of kin. I think he's having trouble notifying someone about her death."

"Well, that's not our responsibility, is it?"

"I told him where she was from and suggested he get in touch with the nearest American consulate."

"He couldn't figure that out by himself"

"Apparently not."

"What if he starts talking to her relatives?" she asked.

"What if he does? That doesn't matter to us, does it?"

She didn't reply.

"Does it? Allison, is there something you haven't told me about Libby?"

"No, certainly not," she said.

"Because this is no time to start withholding information from your lawyer. I need to know everything there is to know."

"You do. I mean, I've told you everything I know about her."

"I certainly hope so, because I don't want to get into that courtroom tomorrow and have Sir Winston raise something I've never heard about. You do understand the necessity of my being fully prepared, don't you?"

"Of course I do," she cried. Now she was really getting upset; there were tears in her eyes.

"All right, all right, don't cry," he said. He hated it when women cried; he didn't know what to do. "Everything will be all right, as long as I know everything I need to know." He put his arms around her.

"I wouldn't lie to you," she sobbed. "Why don't you believe me?"

"I do believe you, really I do," he whispered. "It's going to be all right, don't worry." He hoped that was the truth, because he was very, very worried himself.

CHAPTER 35

Having placated Allison, Stone returned to the Shipwright's Arms to continue working on his opening statement for the trial. As he entered, Thomas beckoned.

"Bob Cantor called you," he said.

"I'll call him from my room," Stone said, then ran up the stairs,let himself in,and dialed the number.

"Cantor."

"Bob, it's Stone."

"Thanks for calling; I've got some stuff on Elizabeth Manning, but I didn't think you'd want me to fax it."

"What is it?"

"A guy I know is on the Palm Beach force, and he did a little moonlighting for me. Elizabeth Manning is, rather was, something of a gadfly in the town-a hanger-on, sponger, whatever you want to call it. She writes this column for a newspaper-an advertising sheet, really-and she practically lives on the food she gets at parties."

"Any family?"

"A mother."

"Did your man find out anything about her?"

"She's a widow in her early seventies; name is Maria Peters, a former actress, ill much of the last ten years with MS. She lives on Social Security and what she earns playing the piano in a hotel lobby at tea time for tips, plus what her daughter brought in. The two of them shared an apartment."

"Nobody else at all? A brother or sister?"

"Nobody. My guy is sure of that; he talked with the mother."

"He didn't tell her anything about the crash?"

"Nope; I didn't tell him. He told her he needed some information about some society type from her daughter, asked her to have Elizabeth call him when she got home."

Stone sat, thinking about the woman, imagining her taking requests from other old ladies for dollar tips in some faded Palm Beach hotel, scraping by on Social Security.

"Stone, you still there?"

"Yeah, Bob; I'm sorry, I was lost in thought there for a moment."

"Anything else you need?"

"No, not at the moment; I'll call you if I do."

"Sure; see you later."

Stone hung up, depressed. Before he could move, the phone rang again. "Hello?"

It was Thomas. "Stone, there's somebody named Potter on the phone; says he's a lawyer, wants to talk to you."

Now what? "Okay, put him through."

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon, Mr.Barrington; my name is Harley Potter of the law firm of Potter and Potter, of Palm Beach, Florida." The voice was elderly, courtly.

"What can I do for you, Mr.Potter?"

"I understand you are the attorney for the estate of Paul Manning."

"No, that's incorrect. I represent Mr.Manning's widow in…another matter. I believe the estate is being handled by a firm in Greenwich, Connecticut." He gave the man the name of the firm.

There, was a long silence.

"Is there something else I can do for you?"

"I wonder, Mr.Barrington, have you, during the past few days, had occasion to meet a Mrs. Elizabeth Manning?"

"Yes, I have. She arrived in St.Marks the day before yesterday."

"Ah, good; I wonder if you could tell me where she's staying?"

"Do you represent Mrs.Manning?"

"I represent her mother, who is an old friend. Usually, when Libby travels, she keeps in close telephone contact with her mother, but nothing has been heard from her, and Mrs.Peters-that's her mother-is concerned."

"Mr.Potter, I'm afraid I have some very bad news. Mrs.Manning was killed yesterday in an airplane crash. She was on her way home to Palm Beach."

"Oh, dear God!" the man cried, more upset than Stone would have expected an attorney to be. "Are you absolutely positive? Could there be any mistake?"

"I'm positive. In fact, I witnessed the crash. It was a light, twin-engined airplane that flies people to Antigua, where they make airline connections. There was an engine fire; the pilot tried to ditch in the water, stalled, and the airplane disintegrated. All three people aboard, Mrs.Manning among them, were killed instantly. I believe the local government has been trying to notify Mrs.Manning's next of kin, but apparently they've not yet contacted Mrs.Peters."

"No, I'm sure they haven't; I spoke with her not ten minutes ago. This is just terrible; Libby's mother is so dependent upon her."

"I suggest you get in touch with the minister of justice in St.Marks, whose name is Sir Winston Sutherland, at Government House in the capital city."

"I shall certainly do that. I will want to make arrangements to bring the body home for burial."

"I'm afraid that two of the three bodies, including Mrs.Manning's, went down with the fuselage of the airplane in deep water. I should think that it is unlikely in the extreme that it will ever be recovered."

"Oh, how terrible."

"Mr.Potter, do you know if Elizabeth Manning had any life insurance?"

"Why do you ask?"

"It occurs to me that you might need an affidavit to establish death. I can supply that, having been a witness, and there was another witness, who I'm sure would be glad to do the same."

"Oh, good. Yes, there was a small insurance policy, little more than enough to cover the burial expenses. You are an attorney, you said?"

"Yes, I practice in New York."

"I suppose there will be an inquest."

"Yes, I should think so."

"I wonder if you would undertake to act for this firm in the matter of obtaining a death certificate and any other legalities which might arise. I'm afraid that Mrs.Peters could not afford to send me down there, and in any case, I would find it physically impossible to make the trip."

"I'm leaving St.Marks to return to New York the middle of next week, but until that time I would be happy to handle any details that might come up, including the death certificate."

"It me give you my address and phone number."

Stone wrote down the information.

"You may send your bill here."

"I would be glad to render this small service as a courtesy to Mrs.Peters," Stone said.