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Did someone who later took that magazine believe that page was still in the magazine?

If so, that would answer a lot of questions.

It would also raise another question, however. Peter Carrington did not know about the magazine. According to all of them-Elaine, her son Richard, Vincent Slater, and the Hammonds, Peter went straight upstairs after he took the glass out of Grace’s hand and berated her for drinking.

Greco looked at his watch; it was five o’clock. He picked up his cell phone and dialed information. He had been afraid that the phone number for Stuart and Sarah North would be unlisted, but it was not. He heard a computerized voice saying, “We are dialing 201-555-1570 for you. If you wish to send a text message…”

The phone in the North home was answered on the second ring. The woman’s tone of voice was warm. Greco hurriedly introduced himself and explained that he had just left Gladys Althorp. “I was hired to reopen the investigation into Susan’s death. Are you Sarah Kennedy North?” he asked.

“Yes, I am. And you must be the investigator who located the maid. The ambassador told us about you.”

“Perhaps this is an impossible request, but I am in my car outside the Althorp home. I know you live next door. May I stop in now, for just a few minutes? Mrs. Althorp said that you were Susan’s best friend. I would very much like to ask you a few questions about Susan.”

“I was Susan’s best friend. Of course you can stop in now. We’re the first house to the right of the Althorps.”

Three minutes later, Nicholas Greco was walking along the path from the street to the North home. Sarah North was waiting for him, holding the door partially open.

She was a tall woman with wide-set eyes, dark-red hair, and had the look of an athlete about her. She was dressed casually in a sweater and jeans. Her warm smile seemed genuine as she invited him into the study off the foyer. Greco’s immediate impression of the interior of the home was that it had been furnished with taste and money.

“My husband doesn’t get home until six thirty,” North explained as she sat down on the couch and indicated the chair next to it for Greco. “His office is way downtown in Manhattan, and he insists on driving back and forth. During rush hours, as I’m sure you know, it can take forever.”

“I understand that in the early twentieth century, Englewood was referred to as ‘the Bedroom of Wall Street.’ ”

“It was, and to a certain extent that’s still true. How is Mrs. Althorp doing?”

“Not well, I’m afraid. Mrs. North, I have located the maid whose testimony may help convict Peter Carrington, but I am not satisfied. Some things don’t add up, and I now feel he must have had an accomplice. I am interested in that year before Susan died. I understand that, at times, her father hired a chauffeur to drive her and her friends around. Weren’t you all old enough to drive yourselves?”

“Sure we were, but if we were going to a party that was any distance away, the ambassador insisted that Susan be driven. My parents loved that idea, of course. They didn’t want us riding with teenage guys who might have had a couple of drinks, and would then speed on the way home. Of course, a lot of the time we all were at college, and the ambassador couldn’t control what we did there. But at home that was the way it was.”

“Yet the night of the party at the Carrington estate, he allowed Susan to be driven home by Peter Carrington.”

“He loved Peter. He trusted him. He felt Peter was different. In the summer, when the rest of us were at the club playing tennis or golf, Peter had a shirt and tie on and was at the office with his father.”

“So when you were chauffeured, it was Susan and you and two other girls in the car?”

“Yes. Susan sat in front with Gary, and Vernie and Lenore and I sat in the back.”

“Gary?” Greco did not want Sarah North to suspect that this was the very person he had come to learn more about.

“Gary Barr. He and his wife would help with dinners when the Althorps had guests. He was also the chauffeur whenever we were driven somewhere.”

“What was his manner? Did he become friendly?”

“Oh, yes. Susan referred to him as her pal.”

“Was there any chance that there was a…” Greco hesitated, “a romantic interest there? Did Susan have what in my day we called a ‘crush’ on him?”

“On Gary! Oh, no, nothing like that. She said he made her feel good, but by that she meant safe, secure.”

“Mrs. North, I hope you understand that I don’t wish to pry when I ask questions that you, as Susan’s friend, may not want to answer. But I am just not satisfied. I believe that Peter Carrington must have had help in disposing of Susan’s body. Is there anything you can tell me about Susan that may help me to understand why she would have left her home that night after telling her parents she was in?”

“I’ve spent twenty-two years trying to figure that out,” Sarah North said frankly. “It didn’t ring true that Peter would be a party to her deceiving her parents. In fact, until I heard the police sirens the night he showed up in the Althorps’ yard, I had doubted his guilt. But that night we grabbed our robes and ran outside to see what was going on. I saw the cop he punched. He was badly hurt. It makes sense that the same sort of thing may have happened if he hurt Susan while he was sleepwalking.”

“Were you at the party at the Carrington home that night?”

“We all were.”

“How late did you stay?”

“Till 12:30 or quarter of one. I had to be home by one o’clock.”

“But Susan was Cinderella that night. She was told to be home at midnight.”

“I could tell at the dinner that night that her father was furious at her. I think he was just being mean.”

“Why was he being mean?”

“I don’t know.”

“Was Susan upset by her father’s attitude?”

“Yes. In fact, Susan was not herself all night. Although, you had to know her well to realize that.”

“The ambassador has a reputation for having a very quick temper, doesn’t he, Mrs. North?”

“When we were kids, we called him the diplo-NOT. We could always hear him yelling at Susan and her brothers. He’s a pill.”

“Have you ever wondered what he might have done if he had seen Susan sneaking out of the house?”

“I think he’d have killed her.” Sarah North looked startled at her own words. “Of course, I didn’t mean that literally.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Greco assured her. He got up to leave. “You have been very kind. May I call you again if I feel it necessary?”

“Certainly. I don’t think any of us will be happy until the entire truth comes out about both Susan’s death and her father’s death.”

“Her father’s! You mean Mrs. Carrington’s father?”

“Yes.” An expression of distress came over Sarah North’s face. “Mr. Greco, Kay Carrington came to see me. She asked the same kinds of questions you’ve been asking. I promised her that I would not tell anyone she was here.”

“You have my word that I will not reveal it to anyone, Mrs. North.”

As Nicholas Greco walked back to his car, he realized he was deeply troubled. He found himself asking the two questions that he always asked himself in the process of solving a case: “Suppose?” “What if?”

Suppose Peter Carrington is completely innocent of any involvement in all three deaths?

What if there is someone else out there, someone connected to the Carringtons, who is the real killer? What would that person do if he learned that Peter Carrington’s young wife was asking questions that might lead to the truth being uncovered?

Kay Carrington may not want to speak to me, but I am going to meet with her, Greco decided as he got in his car. She must be warned.