A Farewell to Yarns

for him. What about Mrs. Howard?“
    “Fiona? You know who she is, don’t you? She’s Richie Divine’s widow.”
    VanDyne set his coffee cup down with a clatter. “You’re kidding! The Richie Divine? Of course—Fiona Divine. I should have recognized the name Fiona.“
    “I think she’d be pleased that you didn’t.”
    “I had a lot of interest in his death. My sister was visiting friends in Seattle and went to his last concert. She was at some sort of slumber party when she heard the radio bulletin that his plane had crashed in the Pacific on the way to his next concert. Called home in the middle of the night and woke the whole family up to tell us. I always thought there was something suspicious about it, even then.“
    “Why? Tragic, yes. But suspicious?“
    “Don’t you remember? He’d gotten into some kind of flap with organized crime—they were skimming profits from his tours. He actually testified against his own business manager, who then ratted on everybody he knew.“
    “I had forgotten that. You mean that the mob had something to do with his plane going down?“
    “There wasn’t any proof that I know of. But the plane didn’t just run out of gas and fall into the ocean. It blew up in midair first. They never found enough bits of the plane or the passengers—to reconstruct what happened.“
    “Oh, ugh. I was happier not knowing that.”
    “Sorry.“
    “Did you ever stop to think how many entertainers have died in plane crashes? Will Rogers, Glenn Miller—“
    “Buddy Holly, the Big Bopper, and Richie Valens in the same one,“ Mel added.
    “Rick Nelson, Patsy Cline—“
    “Interesting, but beside the point, if you don’t mind my mentioning it. Did Mrs. Wagner know Fiona?“
    “No, not before I took her over with me to move some boxes of stuff for the bazaar. Phyllis did mention knowing somebody who knew Fiona, but she couldn’t remember who it was. To be honest. I think Phyllis was fudging the truth there. I think she’d just read about Fiona in fan magazines.“
    “So they’d never met?“
    “No, I’m sure they hadn’t. Women who have met before always at least pretend to remember each other. Neither of them did that.“
    “Okay. Who else did Mrs. Wagner know in Chicago?“
    “Nobody that I know of. I believe the aunt she lived with in the old days died some years ago. She might know Bobby’s adopted family. She told me some story about the stepmother not getting along with him, but that could just be Bobby’s version. I don’t know that she ever met them. Chet was apparently the one who traced him down, as a surprise to her.“
    “God, what a surprise. More of a shock, I’d think.“
    “She adored him.“
    VanDyne stared at her.
    “Incredible, but true,“ Jane insisted.
    “Did she say anything at all that might lead you to think his adopted family had anything against her?“
    “No, in fact, reading between the lines, I got the impression that they were thrilled to have him out of their hair. Of course, that could just be my interpretation of how I’d feel. Have you talked to them yet?“
    “No, the father and stepmother are out of town. A vacation to Florida. Of course, with air travel being so fast and easy—“ Suddenly he seemed to catch himself in the midst of gossiping with a civilian. “Thanks for your help,“ he said, starting to get up.
    “Wait a minute!“ Jane ordered. “You’ve asked me for a lot of information you didn’t much want anyway, and you haven’t told me anything. I’ve got some questions of my own. For a start, who called you in?“
    “Bobby himself. Says he got up to go to the bathroom, glanced in her room, and saw she was dead. By the time the officers got there, he’d passed out.“
    “Do you think he’d do that if he was the one who killed her?“
    “Who can tell? He might have been so drunk he wasn’t making sense. Or he could have been so stewed that he’d forgotten that he’d killed her. Or he might have figured out that nobody else was likely to discover her for a good long time, and he’d better brazen it out.“
    “Maybe. Have you located Chet yet?“
    “No, he’s not on that island they own, and nobody seems to know where he’s gone. His assistant has promised to let me know the second he’s found.“
    “You aren’t still suspecting him, are you?”
    “I’d be both crazy and negligent not to. How well do you know this guy?“
    “I hardly knew him at all, but I know he adored