“I’m sure. I didn’t fall, for heaven’s sake. I was sitting on one of the kayaks on the beach. It was turned upside down, and someone smacked me on the head with something very hard. I swear I saw stars.”

“Do you have any idea who did it? Did you recognize any distinct scent that might offer a clue? Or see anyone out of the corner of your eye? Or anything?”

“No. Nothing. I may have heard someone coming up behind me, but I didn’t turn around and look. I wanted to be left alone.”

“How long were you unconscious?” Susan asked.

Kathleen languidly lifted her left arm and peered at her watch. “Not terribly long. Maybe half an hour.”

“Where were you all morning? Jed said he couldn’t find you.”

“I took a walk on the beach.” Kathleen sighed and closed her eyes again. “I didn’t want to see anyone. I’m so worried about Jerry, and I just can’t think of anything to do to help him. Except…”

“Except what?”

“I don’t know. It’s probably a stupid idea. I’ll tell you about it… later.”

“Are you feeling nauseous?” Susan asked. “Shall I call the doctor back?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Really?”

“Really. You know, this might help Jerry.”

“How?”

“If he’s guilty, why would someone want to hurt me? Doesn’t it make sense that the murderer hit me over the head? So isn’t that proof that Jerry’s innocent?”

“I suppose you could say that,” Susan agreed reluctantly. If Kathleen, after her experience as a police officer, could believe that, she might actually be suffering from a concussion.

“I think we should call the local police and tell them what happened to me just now,” Kathleen insisted, starting to sit up.

“Okay. But you have to lie down. And I need to talk to you before we call anyone. I saw Jerry!”

“How is he?” Kathleen asked as though she hadn’t seen her husband herself an hour or so before Susan’s visit.

Susan smiled. “He’s just fine. He-he sent his love.” Well, she told herself, he would have if he hadn’t been so busy babbling about the supposed similarities between his two wives. “But I stopped in a bar downtown before coming back here.”

“Susan, that doesn’t sound like you! Did Jerry say something that upset you?”

“No,” Susan lied. “I was thirsty. I ordered lemonade. I had no idea that it would be full of rum and vodka.”

Kathleen grinned. “Not a bad surprise.”

“Well, I wasn’t driving. Anyway, the bartender told me something that surprised me, too.”

“That Jerry and Allison met in his bar the afternoon of the day she was killed.”

“You know! Kathleen, how do you know that?”

“He told me. Remember I was looking for him that day? Well, I was furious that he had vanished like that without telling me, and that night we had a big argument. I asked him what was going on, and he-” She stopped and looked toward the front door. “Look outside and make sure we can’t be overheard before I go on, will you?”

“Of course.” Susan leapt up and looked out the door. It was a gorgeous afternoon, and the guests and staff could have been models posing for photographs advertising the joys of Compass Bay. They were swimming, sunning, kayaking, playing cards in the bar. No one was skulking around the Gordons’ cottage eavesdropping on Susan and Kathleen. “We’re fine,” she assured her friend, coming back inside and moving near the bed. “Now go on. You and Jerry had an argument and…”

“And he told me that Allison had been following him around ever since we got here. If he sat by the pool, she pulled up a chair close by. If he went for a walk on the beach, she appeared there. He said he had gone into town to get away from her, and she was sitting in the bar he went into as though she was waiting for him to arrive.”

“Really? But how would Allison have even known he was going to be in town?”

“I wondered that myself. But I was in the office the other day when the honeymooners-I suppose we should call them the doctor and her husband rather than the honeymooners now-well, they asked Lila to call them a cab to take them to town, and it occurred to me that Allison could have been following Jerry around and overheard him do the same thing. Then she left before he did and just waited for him to run into her there.”

“I suppose that’s possible. It’s an awfully small place. It would be easy for that to happen.” Susan thought for a moment. “I think we should call the police and tell them about the person who assaulted you.”

“Oh, I do, too. Maybe they’ll free Jerry before dinner.”

“Kath…”

“Susan, I know it’s not realistic, but I can hope, can’t I?”

“Sure. You stay here. I’ll go over to the office and call them.”

“Great.” Kathleen closed her eyes, and Susan headed off on her errand.

Lila was in the office and she looked up, concerned, when Susan walked in. “Is Mrs. Gordon feeling worse? Shall I call for a doctor?”

“No, Kathleen’s fine. She wants to talk to the police. I wonder if you would call them for her.”

“Of course. May I ask what’s the matter?”

“I think Kathleen should be the person to talk about this,” Susan said.

“Of course. There should be an officer at her cottage in a very few minutes. Perhaps the lawyer who is handling Mr. Gordon’s case should be called, too.” Lila’s hand hovered in the air above the phone.

“No, I think just the police. Thanks. I’ll go back and tell Kath that they’re on the way.”

“Good. Mrs. Henshaw…”

“Yes?”

“Our island police may not wear fancy uniforms or have a lot of sophisticated equipment, but they’re not idiots.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re saying,” Susan admitted.

“Just that they are not as credulous as you would like to believe.”

“I don’t believe that they are anything like that,” Susan said firmly, turning and heading back to Kathleen’s cottage.

As Lila had promised, two uniformed police officers were on the deck of the cottage almost before Susan had finished telling her friend what Lila had said.

As well as being prompt, they were polite, professional, and completely unwilling to believe Kathleen’s story.

“I think you fell and hit your head,” the youngest officer stated. “Head injuries can be strange. You may have imagined the big man coming up and hitting you.”

“I didn’t say anything about a big man! I said someone! How do you think I got this bump on my head if someone didn’t hit me?”

“You fell. You hit your head. It happens,” the older man said in an offhanded manner.

“I’m telling you that I was assaulted. You should file a report. You should be asking me questions. You should start to look for whomever it was who did this to me! You are holding my husband without any real reason at all, and there is someone loose here who has criminally assaulted me! That person and the murderer could be-very possibly are-the same person! And you’re doing nothing!”

“Mrs. Gordon, we are not doing nothing. We will file a report, which will require much paperwork. We will investigate your allegation that this strange man-or woman-knocked you out. If there is a crime here, we will do our very best to find the person who committed it. But there is no connection that I or my partner can see between this and the brutal murder of Miss Allison McAllister. Except for the involvement of your family in both crimes.”

“I-what? But that’s ridiculous!”

“Not so ridiculous. Let me tell you a story.”

Kathleen ground her teeth so tightly that Susan could hear them skid, but she merely nodded and the police officer began.

“Years ago when my father joined the police force, there was another murder on the island. A young woman kill another young woman. She think if this other young woman dead, then the woman’s fiancé will fall in love with her and marry her. But he did not love her, and in time, he found another woman to love. So, as you might guess, the woman who murdered his first fiancé murdered the second. That’s when we caught her, of course.”