A Farewell to Yarns

office without mentioning where he was calling from, registered under the name Chester Weber at a hotel downtown. He rented a car, which he took out around midnight. It has enough miles on it to have gone to the house where his wife was staying and back, plus half a dozen miles. The lot is unattended after midnight, so nobody knows when he got back.”
    Jane gulped, thinking about the two Chets she’d seen that night; one a broken husband and the other a ruthless businessman. “Still, none of that is proof, is it?“
    “No, that’s why he’s not in jail. He claims he was distraught over his wife’s departure. That he didn’t think she’d really leave, but when she did, he followed her here with the intention of patching things up. Once he got to Chicago, he says he had second thoughts, decided to wait a few days and see if she’d come looking for him. That’s why he says he used the false name and didn’t tell his people where he was—to make her wonder and stew a bit if she did try to get in touch with him.“
    “Where did he go when he went out so late?“
    “That depends on your viewpoint. The investigators think he went to bump off his wife. He says he couldn’t sleep and just went for an aimless drive.“
    “That could be true, Uncle Jim.“
    “Sure it could.“
    “What about the murder weapon?“
    “A kitchen knife from a set the victim had delivered with a bunch of other kitchen stuff that afternoon. No prints.“
    “Could a killer have counted on a weapon being handy?“
    “No, not unless he lived in the house or was visiting when the stuff came. If not, he probably had something of his own along in case there wasn’t something sharp handy.“
    “What about footprints,“ Jane asked. “There’s a little snow on the ground.”
    Jane could hear Uncle Jim shuffling some papers. “Let’s see. Prints. A muddle of them going back and forth through the side yard from the house next door—“
    “Yes, that was Albert Howard showing her the house.“
    “—a set coming to the front door, which were discovered to have gone clear down the block, door to door. Salesman or mail carrier or somebody. Another set of two children cutting across the backyard and peeping in a window. Window undamaged. And one set from the house on the other side that wandered around and got close but not clear up to the house.“
    “That’s Mr. Finch, snooping.“
    “It looks like that’s all he did, unless he could spring over a bush ten feet from the house. Your VanDyne had a few critical remarks about him in the report but no suggestions that he was responsible. A regular herd of prints run from the driveway to the front door. Presumably the people who moved all the furniture and whatnot in, plus the woman herself and her son. There’s no sorting them out.“
    “Did Chet know where Phyllis was staying?“
    “I didn’t think to ask that. I would think he did or could have known. He called in to his office late in the afternoon, after she’d given orders to buy it.“
    “It still wouldn’t be proof of his guilt. UncleJim, what’s going to happen with all this conjecture?“
    “They’re either going to solve it, or they won’t. It’s that simple.“
    “You mean they might never figure out who did it?“
    “Not quite. See, Janey, knowing who did it and accumulating enough verifiable evidence to bring to trial is a different matter. That would take a confession if nothing else turns up in the way of proof of guilt.“
    “But Phyllis can’t go unavenged. She didn’t deserve to be murdered.“
    “Lots of people don’t deserve it, but it happens. Listen, Janey, you leave the avenging part to the police. You stay out of this. I’ll keep you informed of everything I can find out, but in return, you keep your distance. Somebody didn’t much mind killing her and probably wouldn’t mind getting you out of the way if you butt in.“
    “Okay—“ she said, hoping that didn’t count as a promise. “Thanks, Uncle Jim.”
    The kids started coming home a few minutes later. Jane listened to Mike’s story about the band director nearly having a breakdown at band practice and felt a deep sympathy with the man. She listened to Katie’s half hour account of the fashion show and then helped Todd with his math homework. When they’d all gone to bed, she treated herself to a cigarette and a Coke, then checked for the third time that all the doors were locked before she settled down to watch It’s a