From Here to Paternity

to be Gregory’s father.“
    “I have no idea.“
    “What else do you have there?“ Shelley carefully bundled up the clippings and pictures and traded them for a thin sheaf of papers Jane had put together with a paper clip.
    “Some of it is translations of the clippings. There are a lot that seem to be typed-up transcripts of interviews with old-timers around here who claimed to remember Gregory Smith.“
    “Have you read them all?“
    “Only skimmed them, I’m afraid.“
    “Okay, you take half. I’ll take half.“
    They dutifully read in silence for a while. Katie strolled through, stared at them for a minute, and said, “You look like you’re doing homework. Want to do some of mine when we get home?“
    “In your dreams, kiddo,“ Jane answered.
    “Can’t hurt to ask,“ Katie replied breezily.
    “What’s this about?“ Shelley asked, handing Jane the typed sheet with the lists of names and book and page numbers.
    “I don’t know, except what it says. Sheepshead Bay court records.“
    “I can see why the two names are starred,“ Shelley said. “Roman and the one Smith name. Maybe that’s the court where Gregor changed his name. If he did. But I wonder why one Smith is starred and the other one isn’t. And why did she record the rest of these names?“
    Jane understood these to be rhetorical questions and didn’t answer. Instead she just put the page on her lap and gazed at it.
    A moment later, she gasped.
    “What’s wrong?“
    Jane sat with her mouth open for a minute, then said, “Did you see those greeting cards in the gift shop? The ones with the busy little repetitive patterns on them and you’re supposed to stare at them for a long time and imagine you’re looking through the page-“
    “Yes, I think they’re a Communist plot to brainwash people like you into thinking you’re seeing a secret message.“
    “But I did see the message on them. And I have a feeling I’m seeing one here. Sort of through the page, if you know what I mean.“
    “I have no idea what you mean!“
    “Look at the list. Look at the names that aren’t starred. You’re right. There’s a reason for the rest of the names!“
    Shelley went through the list and looked back at Jane blankly. “No secret message.“
    “Wait a minute. Let me think this out before I open my mouth and make a complete fool of myself,“ Jane said. She got up and paced for a few moments. Shelley waited patiently, pouring herself another scant tablespoonful of wine and putting another log on the fire.
    Finally Jane sat back down and took a deep breath. “I think I know.“

    She talked for five minutes straight, pointed out the evidence of her theory in Doris’s notes and with two other objects; then she sat back, feeling mentally exhausted.
    “If this is right—and I suspect it is—I have two questions,“ Shelley said.
    “Fire away.“
    “Don’t sound so cocky,“ Shelley warned. “First, how did Bill Smith know?“
    “Doris told him,“ Jane said smugly.
    “But why would she?“
    “Because she was a blabbermouth. She assumed since she found it interesting, everybody would. And Bill did. He found it useful, too. Next question?“
    “You can really be insufferable,“ Shelley said mildly. “Next question is, how do we prove it?“
    Jane’s smug expression faded. “Gee—I don’t know. Hmmm. Oh! Remember when Lucky was talking about professional genealogists in Salt Lake City? People you can hire to do your research? That’s how. We hire a genealogist.“
    “And get put at the bottom of a list that’ll take three months to work up to the top of.“
    “I believe that’s where we have to get Mel into this. He is a professional detective, you know. And he could say so to someone without having to be specific about whether or not he’s officially involved in this case.“
    Shelley cocked an eyebrow doubtfully. “I don’t think he’s going to like this one little bit.“
    “Well, if worse comes to worse, we’ll have to tell the whole theory to the sheriff and get his people to ask someone there to do it.“
    “Okay, third question—“
    “You said you only had two!“
    “I thought of another one. And this is a big one. If the fact we’re basing this on is true, it doesn’t necessarily prove murder.“
    “Not just one fact, Shelley. A whole host of them. But I see your point. I think the shock treatment is the only way.“
    “And how do you plan to administer this shock without getting yourself