She didn't reply to my question, and instead asked me, "Are you serious about that dinner invitation?"

"I am." I put the lint roller back in my pocket. "How many times does a murder suspect invite you to dinner?"

"Well, the Borgias used to do it all the time."

"Yeah? They were ... ? Gambino family. Right?"

"No, they were Italian nobility who used to poison their dinner guests."

"Really? And the guests kept coming? That's pretty stupid."

"Point made."

She unwrapped the energy bar, and I asked her, "Do you want me to take a bite to see if it's poisoned?"

"No, but if you're hungry, I'll share this with you."

"I'm saving my appetite for dinner."

"I'm not going there."

"Sweetheart, he specifically invited you."

"And you're not going either." She said to me, "Tell me what you and Madox talked about."

"Okay, but first, call Wilma."

"Why?"

"Tell her you'll get her laptop back to her before six-thirty, and ask her for a roll of tape."

"Okay." She moved to the desk, and I walked barefoot to the couch, not wanting to taint my new socks with Wilma's B&B.

Kate picked up the phone, and I said to her, "Also, ask Wilma to call you immediately if your husband drives by in the white Hyundai."

I thought Kate would tell me I was an infantile idiot, but she smiled and said, "Okay." She had an odd sense of humor.

Kate called and got Wilma on the phone and thanked her for the laptop and promised to return it before 6:30. Then Kate said, "Could I impose on you for two more favors? I need a roll of tape-masking tape or duct tape. I'm happy to pay you for it. Thank you. Oh, and if you see my husband drive by in the white Hyundai, could you call me immediately?" Kate smiled as Wilma said something. Kate explained, "It's just a friend, but ... well ... yes-"

"Tell her you need enough tape for your wrists and ankles, and see if she has whipped cream."

"Hold on, please-" She covered the phone and, suppressing a laugh, said to me, "John-"

"And call us if any other vehicle is headed for Pond House."

Kate looked at me again, nodded, and said to Wilma, "My husband may be driving another vehicle. So, if you see any vehicle coming toward Pond House-yes, thank you."

Kate hung up and said to me, "Wilma suggests that my friend move his van, and reminded me that there's a back door off the porch."

We both got a good chuckle out of that, which is what we needed. Kate said, "As if I don't know how to get rid of a guy out the back door."

"Hey."

She smiled, then said, seriously, "I guess Wilma is now our lookout."

"She's motivated."

Kate nodded. "Sometimes, you think good."

"I'm motivated."

Anyway, we belatedly hugged and kissed, then Kate informed me, "I booked us a flight to LaGuardia from Syracuse at eight-thirty A.M. tomorrow. That was the first available flight I could get."

I didn't want to argue about that at this point. "I hope you didn't use your credit card."

"They weren't taking checks over the phone."

"Well, when you get to the airport, tell Liam Griffith I said hello."

"John, they can't get credit-card information that fast ... well ... we can drive to Toronto tonight. There are lots of flights to New York and Newark from Toronto."

"We are not crossing an international border." I asked, "Okay, how'd you make out?"

She opened her notebook on the desk. "All right. First, as I said, I couldn't reach Major Schaeffer. I called twice and left messages that I'd call him again. But I don't think he wants to talk to me. You may have better luck."

"I'll call him later." I lay on the couch and said, "There was no visible stakeout team at McCuen Pond Road."

"Maybe they were concealed."

"Maybe. But maybe Schaeffer pulled the plug on us."

"But you went in anyway."

"I carved a note on a birch tree."

She continued, "I went through the flight manifests, airline reservation sheets, and car rental agreements. There were no startling names that popped out, except Paul Dunn and Edward Wolffer. And, of course, Mikhail Putyov." She glanced at her notes and continued, "There were a few other names that sounded familiar, but maybe that's because I'm reading into these names." She added, "For instance, James Hawkins. Does that sound familiar to you? And don't tell me he played third base for the Yankees."

"Okay, he didn't. Hawkins. Did you Google him?"

"I did. There is a James Hawkins on the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Air Force General. But I can't tell if this is the same guy."

"Well ... if he went to the Custer Hill Club, it probably is. Did he rent a car?"

"No. He arrived from Boston on Saturday, at nine twenty-five A.M., and departed on the twelve forty-five P.M. flight back to Boston on Sunday, connecting to Washington."

"Okay ... if he went to Custer Hill, he was probably picked up by the van." I added, "It's interesting that Madox didn't send his corporate jets for any of these VIPs. But I guess he and they probably didn't want that direct connection between them. And that's always a little suspicious."

Kate replied, "Often, it's just a matter of government officials not accepting costly gifts or favors from rich people. It's an ethical issue."