The Ghost from the Sea

by Anna J. McIntyre

  “Would it hurt to bring it down early and leave it?”

  “I don’t think so.” He then added with a laugh, “We could drape a curtain over the display case and not let anyone see it until Friday; it would add a dramatic flare, something of a visual drumroll.”

  “I was also wondering; do you think I could have a look at that diary?”

  “Diary?”

  “Yes, the one that claimed Walt Marlow was having an affair with Thelma Templeton.”

  “Sure, but I can’t really let you take it out of the museum.”

  “That’s okay; I could read it down there.”

  “It’s going to take a while to read it,” Ben said. “And I’m only free for about an hour this afternoon.”

  “That’s okay. I have some things I have to do this afternoon too. Any chance I could come back to the museum this evening and read it?”

  “I’m afraid I already have plans tonight.”

  “Ben, you really don’t need to be there. I understand you not wanting me to remove anything from the museum, but why can’t I read it there, by myself? If I was a docent, you wouldn’t have a problem with me being down there alone, letting myself in, locking up. I’m a member of the historical society, and considering everything, I don’t really think you have to worry about me stealing anything.”

  “Oh, I didn’t mean to imply I don’t trust you!” Ben said in a rush. “Certainly you can come back later and read the diary here. I tell you what, when you come down to the museum with the emerald, I’ll give you a key, show you where you can find the diary, and how to lock up. Okay?”

  “Sounds great, Ben.” Danielle glanced at the time. “How about I meet you down there in about an hour. Would that work?”

  “Perfect. See you then.”

  Danielle arrived at the museum an hour later, emerald in hand. Before going inside, she checked the time on her cellphone and turned off its ringer. When she entered the museum, she was surprised to find not just Ben waiting for her, but also the other board members she had met with earlier: Steve Klein, Millie Samson, and even Jolene Carmichael.

  “We’re so excited to see how the emerald looks in the display case!” Millie said enthusiastically when Danielle walked through the front doorway of the museum.

  “Yes, especially considering how much the museum paid to have it made—a case to display something we don’t even own,” Jolene said sharply.

  “I’m sure Danielle doesn’t plan to remove the emerald any time soon,” Steve quickly countered, flashing Danielle an apologetic smile.

  “You’re right Steve. I’ve no other plans for the emerald. I think it should be on display with the Eva Thorndike portrait.” Danielle handed the box with the emerald to Ben.

  Ben thanked her and then rushed off toward the new display case, Millie and Steve in tow. Jolene lingered a moment with Danielle, who had paused to slip her car keys into her purse.

  “This is just one of your publicity stunts,” Jolene told Danielle when the others were out of earshot.

  “Excuse me?” Danielle frowned.

  “I can’t prove it yet, but I know you’re responsible for bringing the Eva Aphrodite back to Frederickport.”

  “What in the world are you talking about?”

  “It’s all about the publicity to you, isn’t it? I know you were some big shot marketing person before you moved here.”

  “My late husband and I owned a marketing agency, yes. But I wouldn’t really call myself a big shot.” Danielle couldn’t help but laugh at Jolene’s words.

  “This isn’t funny. None of it is.”

  Cocking her head to one side, Danielle studied Jolene a moment. The woman was practically hyperventilating, she was so agitated. Considering her age, Danielle didn’t imagine it was particularly healthy for her.

  “I guess we got off on the wrong foot somehow. I’m not really sure why you dislike me so much. Or how you can even imagine I had anything to do with bringing the Eva Aphrodite back to Frederickport. I’m not even sure how that would be possible.”

  “It’s pretty obvious; it’s all about promoting your bed and breakfast, beginning with that foolish stunt at your grand opening.”

  “I do regret wearing the Missing Thorndike that day,” Danielle conceded.

  Jolene let out a harsh laugh. “I wasn’t talking about wearing it. It was having your cousin pretend to steal it. Nothing like milking it for all it’s worth. You practically wrote the next morning’s headlines. What was it, The Missing Thorndike Goes Missing Again?”

  “I had nothing to do with that.”

  “Maybe you’ve fooled everyone else, but you aren’t fooling me. You wanted to keep everyone talking about Marlow House. Just doing what you do. All about publicity. But poor Clarence got caught up in it, and ended up dead because of you.”

  Danielle bristled. “Clarence Renton killed my cousin. He’d been embezzling from my aunt’s estate for years. He killed Cheryl because when she contested our aunt’s will; he knew the courts would take a closer look, and when they did, he’d be exposed for the crook he was.”

  “I don’t believe that for a moment! Clarence was a good man. If any mistakes were made, they were honest clerical errors. And considering your aunt had Alzheimer’s, how do you even know what she wanted?”

  “What is this really about?” Danielle asked. “Does this have something to do with your husband? He was Clarence’s partner for all those years. Was he complicit? Did he know what was going on? Was he part of it?”

  Jolene gasped. “How dare you!”

  Neither Jolene nor Danielle noticed Millie Samson had just returned to the front of the museum, curious to see what was taking the two so long. Millie failed to notice the two women were not engaged in an amicable discussion, and she called out, “Come see, it looks beautiful!”

  Flashing Jolene, a hostile look, Danielle turned toward Millie and made her way to the display.

  “Well, what do you think?” Ben asked proudly.

  Eva Thorndike’s portrait no longer perched atop its easel. The new glass cabinet displaying Danielle’s emerald—one of the original gems from the famed Thorndike necklace—provided a new resting place for the portrait. Eva, who Danielle always felt bore an uncanny resemblance to Charles Dana Gibson’s Gibson Girl from the late 1800s, now looked down at the emerald. Or, at least the woman in the portrait did.

  Danielle found it ironic Jolene had made a snide remark about the museum spending so much money on a cabinet to display something they didn’t own when just two days earlier, Jolene and the other board members had expressed the desire to eventually sell the emerald. What did they intend to do with the cabinet then? She wondered.

  Stepping up to the display, Danielle studied the woman in the painting for a moment, noting her aloof, somewhat haunting expression. Danielle wondered if Eva realized she was dying when she sat for the portrait. From what she understood, the artist completed the painting not long before Eva’s death.

  Turning her attention to the necklace worn by the woman in the portrait—the necklace that came to be known as the Missing Thorndike when Walt stole it at Eva’s request—Danielle wondered if the necklace Eva wore at the time of the sitting contained the fake stones, or the second set of real gems, which Danielle now kept in her bank safety deposit box.

  “Well? What do you think?” Ben repeated his question.

  “I think they did a wonderful job. I love the way the emerald display ties in with the portrait.”

  “They did, didn’t they?” Steve gushed.

  Millie stepped up to the display, silk cloth in hand. “If you’re done, let’s get this covered before someone else walks in here. I think I just heard the front bell.”

  Danielle stepped back from the display and watched as Steve helped Millie cover the new display case with the cloth. “I didn’t realize Ben was serious when he mentioned covering the display until Friday.”

  “Oh yes,” Millie said as she tucked one end of the cloth around t
he base of the portrait. It rested against the lower portion of the frame, not the canvas. “We can’t let anyone see it yet; it would make Friday’s display party anticlimactic, wouldn’t it?”

  “I suppose it would,” Danielle murmured.

  “Oh yes, we don’t want to do anything to diminish the full impact of this publicity stunt,” Jolene sniped.

  Ben frowned at Jolene. “I’m not sure what you mean?”

  Jolene rolled her eyes and without another word, she abruptly turned from the small group and walked away, heading to the restroom.

  “I don’t know what’s gotten into her. I don’t remember her being like this,” Millie said after Jolene was out of earshot.

  Ben shook his head. “She’s been acting strange ever since the chief started asking me questions about the history behind the Eva Aphrodite. I almost wish I hadn’t mentioned anything at our last board meeting.”

  “Well, that’s just silly,” Millie said.

  While tempted to mention Jolene’s accusation regarding the mysterious return of the Eva Aphrodite, Danielle resisted. Instead, she stood quietly by the display listening to the three remaining board members discuss Jolene’s peculiar and somewhat hostile behavior. They concluded Jolene was simply disappointed that Danielle had decided to lend the historical society the Thorndike emerald instead of donating it.

  When Jolene returned, the conversation had already shifted to the plans for Friday’s event. Danielle only half listened, telling herself she would simply show up whenever they told her to. With Jolene as a board member, Danielle decided she would limit her involvement with the historical society.

  Her mind wandered as she absently studied Eva Thorndike’s portrait. The undiscernible, chattering voices of the four board members provided background sound. Her gaze drifted down to the now covered display case, and then back to the portrait, a pool of silk fabric at its base. Her eyes wandered up the painting, pausing a moment on the necklace, and then moving up to the face.

  Something about the facial features gave Danielle pause, her own eyes widening in surprise. Eva—the woman in the portrait—her eyes sparkled. Danielle blinked several times, certain she was imagining things. Yet then the lips of the woman in the portrait curled, no longer somber but smiling—smiling at Danielle.

  Without thought, Danielle stepped back from the display, her attention riveted on the portrait. The board members, so engrossed in their own discussion, failed to notice Danielle’s peculiar change of demeanor.

  Mesmerized, Danielle watched as Eva Thorndike’s spirit calmly stepped out from the portrait—a transparent vision, her edges blending into soft haze while reflecting random beams of sparkling light.

  The apparition embodied calm as she stood before Danielle. The two women stared at each other—one made of flesh and blood and the other from the spirit world.

  “You’re Danielle Boatman. I heard you were coming,” Eva said in a soft voice.

  In response, Danielle glanced to the board members and then back to Eva.

  Smiling, Eva reached out to Danielle, the tips of her fingers, transparent and glowing, just a few inches from Danielle’s right cheek. “We need to talk. We need to talk about Walt.” Lowering her hand to her side, Eva took a step back and then vanished.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Danielle finished running her errands sooner than expected. Before leaving the museum earlier that afternoon, Ben had given her a key, explained the alarm system, and shown her where to find Ethel Pearson’s diary. It was possible for Danielle to return to the museum before it closed without having to use the key, since the museum was open until 5:00 p.m. But Danielle wanted to wait until it closed for the evening. When meeting Eva Thorndike again, she didn’t want an audience.

  Instead of going back to Marlow House, Danielle decided to stop by and visit with Marie. Danielle knew she would tell Walt about seeing Eva, but considering their initial meeting was so brief, she preferred to postpone telling him until she could have a real conversation with the spirit.

  When Danielle pulled up to Marie’s house, she found Adam’s car parked in the driveway. Marie hadn’t mentioned her grandson was there when Danielle had called a few minutes earlier to see if Marie was up to a visit.

  “Adam brought brownies, help yourself,” Marie explained when she led Danielle into her living room a few minutes later; a platter of chocolate brownies sat prominently displayed on the coffee table. Adam, who lounged on the easy chair, gave Danielle a lazy hello wave.

  “Adam, where are your manners?” Marie reprimanded.

  Letting out a weary sigh, he started to stand up but was stopped when Danielle walked by his chair and gave him a little nudge, pushing him back into the recliner. “He doesn’t need to be a gentleman,” Danielle said as she reached for a brownie. “He brought chocolate.”

  Marie chuckled as she shook her head and sat down on the sofa. Patting the cushion next to her, she nodded for Danielle to join her.

  Holding a napkin under the brownie, Danielle took a bite. Closing her eyes a moment, she savored the decadent treat. “These are from Old Salts, aren’t they?” Danielle asked after she swallowed the bite.

  “Yep,” Adam answered, his feet propped upon the recliner’s footrest.

  “I love that bakery,” Danielle said, taking a second bite. “Their pastries all taste like something your grandma would bake.”

  “Not like what my grandma would bake,” Adam said with a snort.

  “Oh hush, you!” Marie scolded, suppressing a laugh.

  Danielle scowled at Adam. “That’s not very nice, Adam.”

  Marie laughed and patted Danielle’s knee. “Adam’s right, dear. I grow a mean garden but I’ve never been one for baking. Which is why I do appreciate Adam’s regular treats from the bakery.”

  “I suppose I’m just the opposite. I love to bake, and if it wasn’t for Lily and our gardener, I imagine the yards surrounding Marlow House would look like a blight.”

  Marie patted Danielle’s knee again and looked at her grandson. “Adam, go get Danielle a glass of milk.”

  Sighing, Adam lifted his head and looked at Danielle, their eyes met. Danielle smiled. “No, I don’t need any milk. Thanks.”

  Adam smiled. Just as he rested his head against the back of the chair again, Danielle said, “But a glass of iced water would be terrific.”

  Rolling his eyes, Adam begrudgingly got from the chair and made his way into his grandmother’s kitchen. When he returned with the ice water, Danielle and Marie were discussing that morning’s radio show.

  “I met with Ben this afternoon, after he was interviewed by Paul,” Danielle explained. “I took the Thorndike emerald over to the museum for the exhibit. I missed the interview, but from what I understand most of it was about Walt Marlow’s business partner, Jack.”

  “I guess that mystery is solved,” Adam said, snatching up another brownie from the plate.

  “We know where he went. Why he was there, that’s another question,” Danielle said.

  “That’s why Adam’s here. Trying to soften me up with brownies,” Marie teased.

  Licking frosting from her fingers, Danielle glanced from Marie to Adam. Her gaze met Adam’s. Curious, she arched her brows.

  Looking away from Danielle, Adam said, “Gee, Grandma, you’re always so suspicious. Can’t a grandson do something nice for his grandmother?”

  Marie laughed.

  Danielle looked back to Marie, still curious.

  Giving Danielle a quick wink, Marie said, “Adam has all kinds of questions. I guess he figures chocolate will trigger my memory.”

  “Memory about what?” Danielle asked.

  “Grandma—”

  “About Walt’s partner, Jack. He lived at my parent’s house. Adam wanted to know if I knew what room he stayed in.”

  “Grandma I just—”

  “Oh posh, Adam. I listened to that radio interview too! You want to know if those missing gold coins are still in my house.”

>   Danielle quickly wiped the edge of her mouth with the napkin, before crumpling it in her hand. She looked from Adam to Marie. “Jack’s missing gold. It could be. A treasure hunt!”

  Dejected, Adam slumped back in the chair. “Seriously Grandma, did you have to say something to Danielle?”

  “Don’t be silly. Why not tell Danielle?”

  Adam groaned. “Because if the coins are there, I’ll have to give them to her now. Now that you said something.”

  Danielle laughed. “Why would you have to give them to me?”

  “Because dear, they would belong to you, since the money belonged to Walt Marlow. That is, if they’re still there. Of course, Adam would have given them to you even if I hadn’t mentioned it.” Marie looked at Adam. “Wouldn’t you, dear?”

  “Don’t worry Adam; I wouldn’t try to claim the money. For one thing, I doubt it would be legally mine. You could argue it was Marlow’s ill-gotten gain. Not sure if they broke any laws transporting people out to the booze ship, but considering he hosted a few of his own parties, and was running moonshine, I suspect whatever money Jack and Walt shared might be considered a little like drug money is today. You’d probably be smart to keep it a secret if you do find it.”

  “You can’t mean that!” Marie gasped.

  With a shrug, Danielle said, “Actually, yeah. I don’t need the money, Marie. And it doesn’t belong to me anyway. The house is yours. As far as I’m concerned, if that money’s still there after all these years, it belongs to you.”

  “You’re sweet dear, but I’m sure that money is long gone. It’s probably what got Walt’s partner killed.”

  “Perhaps.”

  “Now tell us all about the new exhibit,” Marie said.

  “Actually, I was hoping you could help me understand Jolene Carmichael.”

  “What about her?” Marie asked.

  “She really does not like me.”

  “I bet it’s because of Renton,” Adam said.

  Danielle and Marie looked over at Adam.