The Case of the Missing Secretary
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Chapter Three
Kit opened her eyes and there was that lean, dark face again. White teeth gleamed in it. Green eyes glittered humorously in it.
“Welcome back,” a deep voice said.
“You can’t burn me at the stake,” Kit said in a rush.
“Beg pardon?”
“Move, Emmett,” an elderly voice said stridently. “Don’t be absurd, Kit,” Tansy Deverell chuckled, “of course he isn’t going to burn you at the stake. I tell you, Emmett, these children are even worse than you were at their ages! You’ve got to do something about them!”
“You want us to go away, don’t you?” Guy asked belligerently. “Well, we won’t! This is our house, and we can stay here if we want. Tell her, Dad.”
“I can’t argue with the boy. Look, he’s armed,” Emmett said reasonably, gesturing toward the bow Guy was holding.
“You’re his father!” Tansy raged.
Emmett frowned and looked at Guy and then at Polk and finally at Amy. “That’s what their mother said.” He sighed. “I guess they do look like me. Lady, are you all right?” he asked, remembering Kit, who was sitting up dizzily.
“Yes, I’m just getting over the shock. It isn’t every day you get captured by a band of Indians and threatened with the stake.”
“Aw, gee, lady, we wouldn’t have burned you,” Polk said. “It’s a lot of work to cut that much wood.”
Kit stared at him blankly.
“Why did you faint?” Tansy asked curtly, her blue eyes somber in a lovely complexion that hadn’t aged, with a frame of beautifully groomed silver hair. “Has my son gotten you in trouble?” she added angrily.
“I’m not pregnant,” Kit muttered. “And if I was, it would make biological history. Your son is much too busy getting himself married to one of the world’s prime gold diggers.”
“Yes, I know,” Tansy said wistfully. “He wouldn’t listen to me, either. I’m sorry he fired you, Kit. He’ll be sorry, too.”
“No, he won’t. He replaced me.” She grinned at Tansy. “It only took him three women to do it. One can do payroll and filing, but she carries an electric weapon and smokes like a furnace. One can spell, but she’s trying to seduce him. And the third one could do all three if she wasn’t scared to death of him. She’s nice.”
“That would be Melody,” Tansy said, and bit her tongue at the quick, almost violent look Emmett gave her.
“Melody?” he asked slowly. “Melody Cartman?”
“Yes, that’s her name,” Kit said, too shaken to notice the undercurrents. “If the smoke doesn’t kill her, she might work out to be his right hand someday.”
“I hate cigarettes,” Tansy said with a pointed look at Emmett.
“Cigarettes are a curse,” he agreed. Then he shrugged off his bad mood, grinned, pulled one out of his pocket and lit it, daring the onlookers to say a word.
“Okay, Dad. You asked for it,” Guy muttered. He whipped around to his back, pulled a water pistol and quickly extinguished the glowing tip.
Emmett stared at it with a forlorn sigh and dropped it. “Damn. That was my last one.”
“And don’t try that again, partner,” Guy said firmly, twirling the water pistol back into his pocket while his siblings applauded loudly. He grinned at Kit. “Hey, lady, want to come hunting rabbits with us?”
“No, thanks, I feel a bit endangered right now.”
“We wouldn’t have a post to tie you to out in the brush,” Polk argued.
“But there’s the brush itself,” Amy mused. “It’s very dry, and I got one of Emmett’s old lighters….”
“Will you stop calling me Emmett?” he muttered at his child. “I’m your father. Show a little respect.”
“Yes, Emmett,” Amy said politely, pulling the lighter out of her pocket.
She flashed it and Emmett grabbed it. “Not anymore, you don’t,” he said. “Scat, you varmints! And don’t bring back any rattlers this time!”
They scampered out, giggling and murmuring among themselves while Kit caught her breath.
“Nobody in the family ever comes here,” Tansy said as she and Emmett helped Kit up. “Can you guess why?” she added with a pointed glare at Emmett.
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