Nobody's Secret Part 3

Vinnie said.

Mrs. d.i.c.kinson scowled and handed Vinnie a towel and the box of soap powder.

"Mother," Emily began, hoping to take advantage of her mother's distraction. "I need to go into town at nine o'clock. I have to meet a friend."

"Who?"

Before Emily could present her carefully prepared story, a scream pierced the air outside. Emily was instantly out the door, Vinnie hard on her heels.

Their occasional daily help, Mary Katherine, was standing outside the chicken coop, a mess of broken eggsh.e.l.ls and yolks at her feet. She was still shrieking.

"For goodness' sake, what is it?" Emily cried. "Did Vinnie's black cat cross your path again?" Mary Katherine's Irish superst.i.tions were both infuriating and a source of amus.e.m.e.nt to the family.

Vinnie was gentler and put her arms around the girl to comfort her. "Mary Katherine, what's wrong?"

Trembling, the maid opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Emily reproached herself for speaking so sharply; the girl was in great distress. "What's happened?" she asked in a kinder voice.

Mary Katherine lifted her arm and pointed toward the pond at the far end of the garden.

Emily and Vinnie stared where she indicated, and for a moment they were frozen in horror. A man was floating facedown in the water among the lily pads, drifting under the trees on the opposite side of the pond.

Vinnie inhaled sharply, and her breath made a whooping sound that quickened Emily's pulse. She ran to the

water's edge, Vinnie not far behind. The graceful branches of a weeping willow caressed the man's back in the light breeze. His coat floated above his head and obscured the color of his hair.

"Look at that mess!" Mrs. d.i.c.kinson cried from the kitchen doorway. "A waste of perfectly good eggs."

"Mother, there's a dead man in our pond!" Vinnie called out.

"Nonsense." Mrs. d.i.c.kinson didn't budge. "Mary Katherine is imagining things."

"Mother, Vinnie and I see the body too!" Emily said over her shoulder.

"Oh." Mrs. d.i.c.kinson put out her hand to support herself against the doorjamb. "Are you sure he's really dead?"

Vinnie and Emily looked at each other and then at the still body.

"He's dead," they said together.

Emily started to circle the pond, trying to get a clearer view of the unfortunate man.

"Emily, get back!" Mrs. d.i.c.kinson cried, her voice faint.

Emily halted."Mother, I have to see who it is!"

Mrs. d.i.c.kinson's breath came fast and shallow. "A dead man is no sight for a young lady. Girls, come inside!" she cried.

Vinnie hissed, "Emily, don't upset Mother!"

"Maybe we know him. We have to look," Emily urged.

Vinnie looked from Emily to her mother and back again. "Mother needs us." She tugged at her sister's sleeve.

Reluctantly, Emily trailed Vinnie back to the house.

"We need to fetch the constable," Mrs. d.i.c.kinson said.

"He might be anywhere," Emily said. "I can find Reverend Colton."

"Yes, he will know what to do," her mother began. "Wait." She reached out and grabbed Emily's chin so she could look her daughter in the eyes. "Emily, you look overexcited. You might start coughing at any moment. Vinnie, run and get Reverend Colton." She held the door. "We'll wait inside."

"But . . ." Emily protested.

"You aren't strong enough for such exertions," Mrs. d.i.c.kinson said. "No arguments."

Vinnie, eyes wide, ran off without another word.

"I need to sit down." Mary Katherine stumbled toward a chair.

"Mary Katherine, stop crying." Mrs. d.i.c.kinson sank into a chair next to her, shooting the maid a sour look. "I'm sure it was upsetting, but it's over now. Reverend Colton will take care of it. We won't be involved."

Emily stood at the window, staring toward the pond. "Mother, of course we're involved. Whoever the poor soul is-was-he died in our pond."

"Stop saying that!" Mrs. d.i.c.kinson groaned and put her head in her hands. "I wish your father were here. Or Austin."

With a sigh, Emily filled the kettle with water and put it on the stove to boil.

Mary Katherine's sobs were reduced to a few hiccoughs. Her dark hair hung in a cloud about her head. She stood up, her tall figure dwarfing Emily's. "Miss, I'm sorry for making such a spectacle of myself."

"So you should be, silly girl," Emily said, not unkindly. "Here, sit down and churn the b.u.t.ter; that will calm your nerves." Under her breath she said, "It always deadens mine."

Gulping, Mary Katherine nodded. Emily left her to it and went back to the window, craning her neck to see. Mrs. d.i.c.kinson drank her tea without saying a word, watching Emily keenly.

As they waited for Vinnie to return, the clock struck nine. No sooner did Emily edge toward the door than her mother said, "No, Emily."

"But . . . "

"Emily, you are not to go out there."

The minute hand continued until it reached the half-hour mark and Emily gave up all hope of making her a.s.signation. What would Mr. n.o.body think if she failed to keep their

appointment? Of course, once he learned why, he would

forgive her, but what if she never saw him again to explain? If only Mother would let her go for just a few minutes.

At the sound of footsteps, she jumped up. Vinnie, flushed with running, came back into the kitchen.

"I did it, Mother. The reverend is here to take the body away." She pointed outside. Reverend Colton and a handful of men were trudging toward the pond.

"Did you see anything more?" Emily whispered.

"Me? You were here. What did you see?"

"Nothing." Emily bit her lower lip. "If only Mother wasn't so afraid of everything, I could have gone out there."

"Who do you think he is?" Vinnie asked. "What do you think happened?"

Glancing over at her mother's stiff-backed figure, Emily answered, "He was dressed like a working man." It was the first thing she had noticed. "Probably a tramp."

"Mother's always warning us about drowning in that pond."

"They're coming," Mary Katherine said, a tremor in her voice.

Without a word, they went to the door to see. Reverend Colton, his face solemn, supervised a procession of men, carrying a man-shaped burden covered by a plain cloth. He saw Mrs. d.i.c.kinson and hurried over, telling his men to wait. "Mrs. d.i.c.kinson, Emily, Lavinia."

"Thank you for coming so quickly," Mrs. d.i.c.kinson said.

"It's a shame that your family has been bothered. I hope you aren't too distressed."

"Of course I'm distressed. He had no business dying in our pond." Mrs. d.i.c.kinson's voice was accusing.

"Mother, I doubt he was worried about inconveniencing the d.i.c.kinsons when he drowned," Emily said sharply.

Vinnie giggled nervously, but fell silent when her mother glared at her.

"Emily, Vinnie, be still," her mother said. "What will Reverend Colton think of you?

The reverend turned his wise gray eyes to Emily. "Only that your charming daughters have been protected from the tragic side of life." He sighed heavily. "I've attended too many deaths to make light of any. Especially when the poor gentleman is such a mystery. I've never seen him before."

"Was he a gentleman?" Emily asked.

Mrs. d.i.c.kinson brushed the question aside. "Do we know if the poor man died in a state of grace?

Her mother's preoccupation with the hereafter had never failed to irritate Emily. Who cared about that when the here and now was so much more interesting? She stamped her right foot. "Mother, before we worry about his soul, don't you think he deserves a name?"

"Emily! That is none of your concern."

Before Emily could draw breath to retort, the reverend rested a hand on Mrs. d.i.c.kinson's arm. "My dear lady, until we identify the poor man, he is the responsibility of every good Christian in Amherst."

Emily rewarded him with a cautious smile.

"How will you find out who he is?" Vinnie asked.

"After Dr. Gridley has taken a look at the body, we'll lay out the poor man in the vestry of the Meeting House. Someone must know him."

Mrs. d.i.c.kinson stepped back, her hand at her throat. "Are you sure that's wise? My husband might not approve. That man could be . . . anyone." She glanced about, as though Mr. d.i.c.kinson might suddenly appear from Boston. "And you can't leave him there for long."

"The church's bas.e.m.e.nt is cool enough, Mother," Emily said. "He won't smell for a few days."

"Emily!"

Staring at the ground, Emily mumbled an apology. Vinnie grabbed her hand and squeezed it. When Emily glanced up, she saw her sister holding her breath, trying not to laugh.

The reverend was also struggling to keep a straight face. "With good fortune, someone will recognize him before we need to worry about . . . " He coughed. "Nature taking its course." He paused, then went on. "We've sent for the constable. He'll have some questions for you."

"All of us?" Emily asked, unable to keep the pleasure out of her voice.

"Why would he?" her mother asked in the same moment. "We know nothing of this unfortunate tragedy."

"Of course you don't," Reverend Colton a.s.sured, "but

he must do his duty and ask whether you heard or saw