Fear of Frying

favor bringing the kids up here?”
    Bob looked down, shuffled his feet. His sneakers squished. “Well... no, not like I did before all this. If adults can’t even find their way around...”
    “That’s all I needed to know. By the way, how did you fall in the creek? It’s on the opposite side of the lodge from where we were.”
    Bob’s fair face flushed. “I got lost. I have no idea how I got there. I was following a path and had to dodge under a fallen branch and the next thing I knew, I slid into the creek and a black thing was wrapped around me. It was one of those black cloaks the protestors were wearing. Scared me out of my wits!”
    All three women were staring at him intently. “Did it still have the mask attached?“ Liz asked.
    “Yeah, it was that falcon-looking one. It was stuck on a bush and the cloak was dragging in the water.“
    “And this took place on the other side of the lodge? Near the road where the cabins are?“
    “Right,“ Bob replied, obviously perplexed.
    “Then I’ve made a real fool of myself,“ Liz said.
    Bob and Shelley both looked downright cheered by this unusual admission. Eileen looked at Liz as if she couldn’t believe her ears.
    Liz explained briefly to Bob about her encounter in the woods with the person in the falcon mask, although she left out the part about telling off the stringy-haired woman. “But it was only a few minutes between the person who ran me down and the woman I found. There’s no way she could have gotten to where you found the costume and back in the interval. I guess I was wrong. Her crazy story must have been true. Go change into dry clothes, Bob.“
    “I’m going to go look for John,“ Eileen said when Bob had squelched off to his cabin.
    Liz got a cup of coffee and rejoined them. “Why would someone actually blindfold and gag one of those demonstrators just to get one of those stupid costumes?”
    Jane and Shelley were silent. It was what they were both wondering, too, but they were unwilling to chat with Liz about their speculation.

Seventeen

    Liz suddenly remembered that she had threat to file a complaint with the sheriff, which she now wanted desperately to withdraw, and rushed off to find the deputy she’d been ordering around.
    Jane and Shelley were left alone in the dining room, except for a single waiter who was starting to set up for dinner. He put a tablecloth on the large table closest to the fireplace. The rest of the staff presumably was roaming the woods, rounding up stragglers and putting them on boats.
    Jane refilled her coffee and said, “There’s too much weird stuff going on.“
    “I’ll say there is!“
    “Completely apart from the business of Sam One and Sam Two, there’s this mysterious person running around in a falcon costume, and there were all those strange things gone missing this morning. The aerobics tapes, life-jacket straps, and all that. But are they different mysteries or part of the same one?”
    Shelley thought for a bit. “The only way I can see for them to be part of a whole is if the point is to ruin Benson’s chances of getting the contract with the school board for the summer camp. And if that’s the case, it’s succeeded, I’m afraid. When even Bob Rycraft has lost his enthusiasm, I don’t think there’s a chance of it being approved.”
    Jane nodded. “And I feel bad about that because Benson is a nice guy who’s gone to a huge amount of trouble to impress us. Even apart from the sabotage, it’s too remote. The bridge going out is the final straw. It’s bad enough that we’re stranded here. But imagine if that happened when the kids were here and there was an emergency.“
    “I’m not sure,“ Shelley mused. “That discouraging us was the real point, I mean. Of course, it’s what the protestors want, but the missing stuff and locked doors and all that were really trivial. Not nearly enough to make us vote against sending the kids. But I simply can’t imagine the same mind that came up with those silly stunts thinking it would be a good idea to just murder someone at random to make the same impression.“
    “I agree. Especially since Sam Two and Marge are the ones most apt to be involved in the murder of Sam One. They have nothing against Benson.“
    “We don’t know that,“ Shelley said.
    “I guess not. But if we’re right about the twin business—and I can’t see how anything else can explain the dead Sam coming back to life—how could it have anything to do