"Hey, in there, are you ever going to open?!" someone yelled from the crowd.

Eddie closed the door.

I faced Chief Ciders. "Well? Have you completed your investigation?"

The beefy man sighed. "We're finished. And you can open, once we're sure you're providing a safe working environment. What was this woman, Dr. Lilly, doing on your ladder? Was she a paid employee?"

"She was an academic, a film historian, and an author. She was helping us get ready for her book signing."

"I see," said the chief. "Your store does carry insurance, right?"

"Of course, but why would that matter?"

"Because, Mrs. McClure, you allowed her to climb a ladder unsupervised. That's negligence on your part. Simply put: Dr. Lilly had a fatal accident while working in your store-"

"Accident!" I cried.

I warned you, Jack gloated.

CHAPTER 7. A Doctor in the House

"YES, MRS. MCCLURE, an accident," Chief Ciders reiterated. "Dr. Lilly fell off a ladder-"

"No! She was pushed!" I blurted out.

Bull McCoy snorted. "You were right, Uncle… I mean, Chief. You said she was gonna try and call it murder!"

"Shut up, Bull," Ciders warned.

"How do you know it wasn't murder?" I demanded.

"As I see it, Dr. Lilly tried to fix the banner," Ciders said. "She lost her balance and fell. She died when she slammed her head against the corner of the stage."

"It looks like an accident," I replied, "but that's the diabolical part. Don't you see? Someone attempted to drop a speaker on Dr. Lilly last night-"

"You've got your facts wrong there, Mrs. McClure," said the chief. "Brainert Parker reported to me that it was a former actress-someone named Hedda Geist-who almost got clobbered."

"It was Dr. Lilly who was supposed to be on stage. Hedda was under the speaker when it fell, but she only came up to the stage at the last minute-"

"That's enough, Mrs. McClure," the chief interrupted.

"At least let me finish explaining!"

The chief waved his hand. "What happened at the theater last night was an accident, too, that's all. Clearly the result of faulty construction." Ciders rubbed his fleshy chin. "Makes me wonder if the Movie Town was built to code. Better check in with the Town Council on that one. Marjorie's sure to be interested-"

"Two accidents in two days? One nearly fatal, the other deadly. And both involving the same woman?" I shook my head. "That's too much coincidence for me. And it should be for you, too. I want another official opinion-"

"That's why I'm here, Mrs. McClure," said Dr. Rubino, stepping forward before I could suggest that the state police be called in.

"I thoroughly examined Dr. Lilly's body," Rubino continued. "While I still have to perform an autopsy to be absolutely certain, my preliminary findings confirm Chief Ciders's theory. Dr. Lilly appeared to have died of an injury to the skull. The scene itself makes it clear the injury was inflicted by the edge of your stage. We have a fallen ladder at the scene, and we have a witness in your own aunt, the last person to see the deceased alive. She mentioned to the chief that Dr. Lilly was indeed trying to hang a banner, and wasn't it true that your store was locked from the inside?"

I wanted to scream, but I knew it wouldn't give the man confidence in my sanity.

"Mrs. McClure?" Rubino pressed. "Was the store locked?"

"Yes," I said, clenching my fists. "The store was locked, but Dr. Lilly could have let someone in herself. The dead bolt wasn't thrown, and the killer could have relocked the door simply by setting the handle on lock from the inside and slamming it shut when departing-"

"If I had to render an opinion right now," Dr. Rubino interrupted, "I'd say Dr. Lilly's death was a tragic accident. Nothing more."

"You're wrong."

You tell him, baby!

Dr. Rubino's dark brown eyebrows lifted in absolute surprise. Clearly he was used to having the last word at a crime scene. Having his conclusions so directly and adamantly challenged was an obvious shock. He glanced at Ciders, who shrugged and looked away.

"Mrs. McClure…" The doctor stepped closer. He lowered his voice. " If Dr. Lilly were actually murdered-that is to say, if a person had entered this store and killed her, there would have been clues that I would not have missed."

"Such as?" I folded my arms and tapped my foot.

"Dr. Lilly would have resisted an attack, you see?" he explained in painfully slow syllables. "If she fought and the killer had to subdue her, there would be marks on her arms, perhaps her throat."

The doctor made gestures to his arm and neck, as if I were still learning the names of body parts. "These bruises or scratches are called 'defensive' wounds." He put air quotes around "defensive."

Will ya tell this clown you've learned the alphabet already? Didn't I tell you Ivy Leaguers are the worst?

"Yes, yes," I told the doctor (and Jack). "I know what defensive wounds are. But what if someone pushed Dr. Lilly off that ladder? Or pulled the ladder out from under her?"

Dr. Rubino rubbed his forehead. He glanced at Chief Ciders, who suddenly looked our way again with a questioning expression.

I congratulated myself. Now at least the chief was considering the possibility of foul play!

"Well… I suppose it's possible" Dr. Rubino was forced to admit. He frowned and rubbed the back of his neck. "But it would be a one-in-ten chance that Dr. Lilly's head would strike the platform. For someone to push her so she landed in just such a way as to cause death… " His voice trailed off and he shook his head. "No, I just don't see that as likely."

Chief Ciders sighed and looked away again.

"But someone could have pushed her," I quickly countered, trying to pry the chief's mind back open. "That same someone could have dragged Dr. Lilly to the stage and made sure her head struck it before she had a chance to fight back."

"Chief, the ambulance is here," Officer Franzetti called.

Ciders slapped his knee with the clipboard. "Good. We've spent enough time here."

"But-"

"That's enough, Mrs. McClure," said the chief. "You're letting your imagination run away with you." He glanced around at the novels on our shelves. "It's no wonder," he muttered condescendingly, "the business you're in."

"I didn't imagine last night's attempt on Dr. Lilly's life-" "It was an accident," Ciders shot back. "Last night and this morning, and that's how I'm reporting both incidences." The chief moved to the front door, and then turned to face me. "If I were you, Mrs. McClure, I'd forget about trying to sell that cock-and-bull story of yours and hire a good lawyer. Your business is likely to get slapped with a lawsuit over this. So brace yourself for more bad news: My accident report will probably send your insurance premiums soaring."

A SHORT TIME later, Chief Ciders and his nephew were parting the crowd in front of my store to make way for a grim procession. Along with everyone else, I watched the paramedics carry Dr. Lilly's bagged-up body to the waiting ambu-lance. Her remains would be delivered to the local hospital, where Dr. Rubino was scheduled to perform an autopsy later in the day.

Officer Franzetti lingered behind and, to my surprise, so did Dr. Rubino. "You don't mind if I browse a little, do you?" the doctor asked me. "It's my day off, and I haven't read a good book in awhile."

"Be our guest," Sadie called when I failed to answer.

The doctor nodded then put a hand on my shoulder. "Would you like a prescription, Mrs. McClure?" he said quietly. "I can write one for you, just something to calm your nerves. I'm actually a little worried about your reaction to all of this."