“This is the notarized emergency witness log from Kade’s last hospital stay,” Helen said.

“It proves Arthur tried to change the corporate power of attorney three hours before Kade died.”

I took the papers from her and slipped them into my leather briefcase with Kade’s 1979 confession and Harold’s administrative freeze notice.

“Is Arthur by himself in the vestry?” I asked.

“He’s got two bank trustees with him,” Helen said.

“He’s telling everybody you ran out of town to dodge formal administrative charges.”

The brass clock on the wall over the hallway drinking fountain clicked loudly as its black hand moved onto the half-hour mark.